Several days passed once more.
The population increased by a hundred thousand, and the entire grandiose and splendid novice village had been dismantled—anything metal turned into handy weapons.
"Brothers, kill!"
"Charge!"
Not a blade of grass remained.
The mountains and plains were teeming with beasts of memory, all struck down, leaving a ground littered with corpses.
But still not satisfied, they stripped the corpses of their skin, starting to study how to refine them into weapons, endlessly enthusiastic, constantly discussing how to craft them.
"This is the novice village. When can we finally get to the towns outside, engage with the outside world, confront the dark forbidden zones, and kill Emperor Yan?"
"Wishful thinking, this is our safety zone. Once outside, encounter those immortal gates, I'd die in a second for you to see."
In the far distance, two groups of people started fighting over the monsters.
