Seon-Hyeok felt alive looking out into the plains, where nothing obstructed his view. He couldn’t help but occasionally express his admiration when he saw the sun setting beyond the open plains or the stars shining brightly.

“Ugh. I’m sick and tired of it.”

However, his admiration didn’t last more than a couple of days. The plains he saw today were no different from what he saw yesterday, and he already knew that he’d be greeted with the same exact scenery the following day.

“I’m sick of it. I’m really sick of it.”

Traveling in this world was boring, unenjoyable, and repetitive.

It wasn’t just boring. It was uncomfortable camping out on the plains, where the mornings were cold. It took a lot of work, and there was nothing about it that he liked.

“Ugh. I’m going to get sick at this rate.”

Hansen and Jonasson seemed to agree, as they constantly complained. Only Jackson and Julian remained enthusiastic.

“Look at the sky. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Stop talking nonsense, and go grab some firewood.”

Jackson admired the sunset every evening as the party set up camp. It seemed that he, at least, didn’t get sick and tired...