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Lost souls: Improving to triumph

'Why...? why!why!why!why!why!why why!why!why!why!why!why!why!why!why!why!why!why!why!?' Familiar pain coursed through Veren's body, causing his eyes to turn bloodshot. A devilish mask adorned Veren's face, as if laughing at his pain. Being reborn to the world of a novel named - 'The Rise of the holy empire'. Veren found an unremovable mask on his face, which belonged to a familiar God. which made him doubt whether his rebirth was as simple as it appears. Furthermore, it seems his fate to attract misfortune hadn't gone away. ...... The image used in this novel doesn't belong to me. If the owner wants to take it down, please comment. (Author note: For the readers who are not interested in the MC's past, start reading from chapter 5.)

To_not_lose · Fantasy
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50 Chs

(38) Moving alone [1]

A few hours before the appearance of the sand wall. 

The sky was still dark, with hours to go before the sun rose.

"You three will move towards the south after a sandstorm starts. Move along the border of it, don't mistakenly touch the rim of the storm either. You will die without exception." Veren explained the plan calmly. 

"Alright." They nodded immediately, leaving aside Kefna, who didn't have the eyes of judgement. 

"A beast tribe belonging to the sand cats will be patrolling the south, get captured by them and wait. They won't harm you, so don't resist in any way." 

The sand cat tribesmen were smart, they never did anything without thinking it through. They were very good at assassination and infiltration. 

Remembering something, Veren continued: "This tribe's people have tanned skin, every last one of them. Verify these characteristics before surrendering."