Confess System: Picking Up Girls After Girls, Try Not to Get Killed!

Chapter 317  New Identity

━━━━━━━━━

〖Prison Star Calendar〗

〖Year 187, July 22〗

〖16:39PM〗

〖Countdown to Confession Death: 16 days 〗

━━━━━━━━━

Situated between the territories of the Abyssal Empire and the Human Alliance, there exists a no-man's land, approximately eight hundred kilometers wide and three thousand kilometers deep.

Under the perennial burden of warfare, both humans and evilkind are reluctant to expend resources on this land, which could be seized at any moment. Gradually, this area began to provide a haven for outlaws and refugees.

After a solitary journey of eight or nine days, the Eternal Winter Lord officially set foot on this chaotic land in the afternoon.

As he gazed upon the fluttering yellow dust and the barren earth, he was reminded of a time long past when he had traversed this land alone, journeying from the territory of the Human Alliance to the Abyssal Empire.

— (Have I drawn any closer to my goal over these years?)

The Eternal Winter Lord raised his hand to glance at the "T" scar etched into his palm, a scar now filled with the traces of time.

Despite this, the Eternal Winter Lord had not forgotten his original intention. No matter what, he was determined to complete his "mission" and return to the world of Earth to save his father.

At this moment, a patrol of evilkind cavalry passed by. Upon seeing the ghastly mask on the face of the Eternal Winter Lord from a distance, they immediately dismounted and saluted him respectfully.

The Eternal Winter Lord returned the salute simply and continued on his way in silence.

Such occurrences were common within the Abyssal Empire, and the Eternal Winter Lord had grown accustomed to them. After all, his influence within the Abyssal Empire was indeed exaggerated, second only to the Singular Demon God.

In order not to attract attention, upon entering the no-man's land, the Eternal Winter Lord ceased to use his flying ability and instead rode a horse.

In addition, he put away his Stone Mask.

Ironically, few knew the true face of the Eternal Winter Lord, so when he was without his mask, he was better able to conceal his identity.

After removing his mask, the Eternal Winter Lord reverted to being "himself". As he rode forward, he pondered what alias he should adopt this time.

If his identity as the first military advisor of the evilkind were exposed, he would undoubtedly be pursued and blocked within the Human Alliance.

.

Thus, the Eternal Winter Lord continued on his journey until his mount suddenly came to a halt.

Unusual dust was swirling around, and soon, with the vibration of the ground, six worm-like evilkind creatures covered in barbs emerged near the Eternal Winter Lord.

These "giant sand worms" were larger than a train, with the smallest one being at least twenty meters long, all of them glaring at the Eternal Winter Lord.

"Children, this is a rare human in these parts! Today is a good opportunity for you to practice, so you'll know how to deal with them when you encounter them in the territory of the Human Alliance." (Insect language)

Hearing the words of the leading worm-like evilkind, the Eternal Winter Lord was immediately intrigued.

"You are Sand Devouring Centipedes, aren't you? Is your family living here?"

"Would you consider joining the evilkind army of the Abyssal Empire?"

"The benefits are great, not only is there a regular monthly salary, but after a year of service, you get an additional six months' bonus. If your unit wins a battle, there will be..."

The Eternal Winter Lord, speaking in the insect language, was babbling on and on, which left the six Sand Devouring Centipedes dumbfounded. This was the first time they had seen a human who could speak their language!

"Dad, this human can speak our language, so do we still kill and eat him?"

The smaller Sand Devouring Centipedes sought the opinion of their father, the leading Sand Devouring Centipede. Looking at the human who was talking non-stop, the father felt somewhat nauseated and signaled his children to kill and eat the human.

The smaller Sand Devouring Centipedes did not hesitate. They had long wanted to taste human flesh and immediately launched their "Corrosive Liquid Spray" skill at the human. However, to their surprise, the corrosive liquid froze in mid-air, and the extremely cold frosty air followed the liquid back to their bodies, freezing them all.

Seeing this, the father Sand Devouring Centipede turned to flee, realizing that he had gotten into big trouble.

Unfortunately, by the time he realized this, it was too late.

Now, not to mention his body, he couldn't even move his eyes.

.

"Weak, too weak."

The Eternal Winter Lord scratched his head, reflecting on the professional habit he had inadvertently fallen into.

He reminded himself that he was no longer the military advisor of the Abyssal Empire, the "Eternal Winter Lord", and that he needed to change his way of thinking.

— (I need a new persona...)

The Eternal Winter Lord dismounted and paced back and forth as he thought deeply, a habit of his when he needed to fully engage his brain.

After some careful consideration, the Eternal Winter Lord finally had an idea.

He decided to take advantage of his freedom in this otherworldly realm to play the role he wanted to be.

"I've decided, from this moment on, I am Lord Dio Brando!"

.

Simultaneously, on the outskirts of Delis Town in the territory of Lord Azure Lizard within the Wester Kingdom, our friend Tyler was attempting to discern the situation.

Tyler recalled entering the labyrinth earlier in the morning, and only six or seven hours had passed since then. What could have happened in Delis Town during such a short period?

(Could it be that the Bloodbane Serpent brought along other accomplices?)

Tyler immediately considered this possibility, as it was the only way to explain why even the 127th level Ice Polestar Sheryl was fleeing.

In that case, he needed to hurry and join them in their escape!

"Moto-chan!"

Tyler swiftly mounted his horse and began shouting and waving at Sheryl and her companions. As they approached, he threw his last three smoke bombs behind them and continued to retreat with the group.

"Lord Ice Polestar! What's going on?"

Tyler inquired immediately, but Sheryl remained silent, her face pale and seemingly in great pain. It appeared that merely maintaining her riding posture was taking all her strength.

However, Tyler saw that her status information indicated she was healthy, with abundant life energy, endurance, and magic energy. Could she be afflicted by some abnormal condition?

Tyler tried to use mind-reading on Sheryl, but all he saw were chaotic, painful thoughts with no readable content.

At that moment, Pamela, the branch chief, rode up beside Tyler and loudly informed him of the situation.

"Lord Felix! Did you just come out of the labyrinth?"

"As soon as you entered the labyrinth, we were attacked by the Werewolf Royal Clan!"

"Ice Polestar is now poisoned and unable to fight!"

(Poisoned?)

(Werewolf Royal Clan?)

Tyler was utterly confused, as this was the first time he had heard of the concept of the "Werewolf Royal Clan".

While he was puzzling over this, he inadvertently noticed that Vanessa, a member of their group, had an unusual expression on her face, as if she were guilty of some wrongdoing.

THIS CHAPTER UPLOAD FIRST AT NOVELBIN.COM