A month later, the African Continent.
An ordinary day has begun once again.
At least for Harrock, today is no different from yesterday, the day before, or even a day a month ago.
Early in the morning, waking up, eating some fresh yellow soil and grass roots to fill the belly, then, being a middle stage Level 4 which made him the demon patrol team leader, Harrock walked into the barracks, using his short, black-small legs to provide an unforgettable wake-up call for his teammates—a big group of Soot Skin Demon Fiend of his own tribe.
"Get up, you trash!"
Harrock kicked the deputy leader's butt while he shook the files in his hand.
"Today's patrol route from above, today's task is heavy, hurry up!"
And so, amidst a big ruckus of grumbling complaints, Harrock's ordinary day began—of course, this so-called ordinary was only in Harrock's own opinion.
