The day turned from evening to night, and Ethan felt a sense of freedom being alone.
Now, he was resting in the middle of the forest, accompanied by the light of a campfire that illuminated the dark woods.
He had already done what needed to be done with LionArk. According to Ethan, many guild teams from the Northern Guild Alliance would soon come to hunt him.
The top three positions can't be disturbed by anyone. I'm sure that's reason enough for them to come after me and Sword Liberation.
They might attack from the south, but they won't expect a strong enemy waiting to crush them from behind.
So far, the plan is going just as I hoped.
Ethan picked up a wooden stick and ate the grilled fish he had caught from the river. There were three fish in total, all for him—catfish.
Just as he was having his dinner, Ethan faintly heard a sound coming from ahead. His eyes narrowed, watching closely.
"So this is where you've been hiding, Ethan."
