People, you must have dreams.

And Lore knew his dream from a young age: to get out of poverty!

He looked down on the family that his parents had carefully maintained, and in his opinion such a family was really too shabby and inconspicuous.

He should have a better family and an incomparably remarkable identity.

So, he fought for it.

While in school, he studied hard.

After graduating, he worked hard.

But......

The fullness of dreams sets off the backbone of reality.

Even with his best efforts, he was unable to accomplish his dream, and even the maintenance of the dilapidated home, which he had always looked down on, became increasingly difficult.

And by this time, Lore admitted his ordinary.

He was who he was, an extremely ordinary fellow, no different from what he saw and the people around him.

Perhaps, a little worse.

After all, he is ordinary-looking, ordinary-build, and far less popular than those who are outstanding-looking.

When a good-looking junior who graduated less than a year ago easily became the leader of his group with the support of his boss, Lore became more and more aware of the cruelty of reality.

As a result, he became more and more cautious, as well as ...... Drift along.

He watched the girl he had a crush on become someone else's bride.

He watched his parents grow older.

He looked at his own numb smile in the mirror.

He cried.

Wail.

Then, he got in.

A place that is said to be able to change fate.

Use your life to change your fate.

Is it fair?

Fair.

At least, here is a chance for him.

He vowed to take every opportunity.

But after just a rookie trial, Lore recognized the reality.

The fear of death made him tremble.

If it weren't for luck, he would have been dead.

Lore knows this.

Therefore, when the invitation was extended by the Iron Chariot, he did not hesitate to choose to join, and, as far as possible, took on the least dangerous position: the Wastelander.

Leading newcomers to draw maps on the edge of huge cities, explore landscapes, and hold a few points seems to be no different from in reality.

If it weren't for the three-month death period, he would have been more than happy to continue.

After all, it's a double paycheck!

But in reality, there is no such good thing!

He relied on every accumulation and luck to get through four dungeons, and in each dungeon world, he didn't ask for more, just to successfully complete the main quest.

Naturally, the consequence of this is that his strength is extremely low.

The people who entered the huge city at the same time as him had already left him far behind, even if they entered late, they were out of his reach.

Even some newcomers who know the inside story scoff.

But what is this?

These guys only see the bright, glorious side.

What about those losers?

No one thought of the losers who had no bones left.

Lore thought of it.

He became more cautious, even if someone provoked him in person, he would bear it with a smile, adhering to the principle of turning big things into small things.

Coward!

Unpromising!

Such titles fell on him in an endless stream, and Lore knew and didn't know it.

As long as he's alive.

Everything is perfect.

But one day his perfect life was shattered.

He was about to start the fifth dungeon world because of luck and was transferred to the strategy group of the steel chariot, which is undoubtedly eye-catching.

Who knows that following the Raiders group will be a good harvest.

Naturally, Lore understood.

Therefore, he became more and more cautious, trying to make the people in the guild ignore him, he didn't want to make anything wrong at this time.

Of course, contact the members of the strategy team and give some filial piety, and Lore is doing the same - this is part of the harvest of his last dungeon world and the accumulation of three months of leading newcomers in a huge city to open up the wasteland.

Even if you can't bear it, it's necessary.

Both to be able to keep this place, but also to get more care after entering the dungeon world.

Lore, who is no longer a rookie, knows the difference between being cared for and not being cared for.

The early stage was smooth, and the other party accepted his filial piety.

While letting out a sigh of relief, he began to look forward to the dungeon world that would start soon, but one day, he suddenly found that the members of the strategy group that he had been honoring had become very strange.

The other party seemed to ignore him.

No, not to ignore him.

But......

I don't know!

It's as if they've never met, never talked.

In fact?

When the other party was a newcomer, he met with the other party - took the other party to open up the wasteland, and it was precisely because of this relationship that he found the opportunity to be filial.

Now that the other party doesn't recognize anyone, what can he do?

Scene?

Let the other party lose face?

No, he was the one who was unlucky in the end.

Just as Lore was about to admit that he was unlucky, he suddenly noticed something strange inside the guild.

Those guys who usually like to taunt and ridicule him have been silent for a while, and they have walked in front of each other, and those guys have also chosen to ignore them.

That's right, ignore!

Ignore the same as the members of the Raiders.

And this disregard seems to be lingering.

Among the newcomers he had just brought in, the young man who had always called him Captain Lore also became dismissive of him.

What's more, the other side also ignores the other players in the same batch.

If ignoring him is because of the name of 'coward', then ignoring other people really can't make sense.

Doubts arose in the bottom of Lore's heart.

Just when he was about to ask privately and dispel his doubts, he suddenly found that the group of newcomers had disappeared silently.

Lore was shocked.

What does it mean to disappear within a huge city?

Death!

What does it mean to die on a large scale?

Shake the foundation of the guild!

But the upper echelons of the entire steel chariot turned a blind eye to this, and even ...... Some veterans and upper echelons who have passed the novice period are also disappearing.

Whenever someone disappears, Lore shuddered in fear.

He didn't know how long it would be his turn.

Tomorrow?

An hour later?

Or is it the next second?

It's so uncomfortable to wait for death like this.

Lore prepares to save himself.

He quietly contacted Lawless.

He put out a fake message.

He wanted to tie the most turbulent people in the huge city to his chariot.

Very naïve?

Very naïve?

What's wrong with naivety, childishness?

He just didn't want to die.

To wait is to die.

If you fight, you can still live.

He didn't have a choice.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, Lore exhaled the smoke, the blue-blue smoke wafting in front of him, filling the room, and the nicotine soothed his nerves a little, but it was not enough.

Now Lore, every minute and every second is torment.

If he hadn't forced the room to be a public room when he joined the guild, and he couldn't change it, he swore that he would never shrink into the room.

Knock, knock!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?"

Lore stood up like a frightened rabbit, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and picked up the gun that was placed on the table.

"I, 2567."

A cold voice sounded outside the door.