Arnold’s teachings were simple and easy to understand. The problem was that it was extremely difficult to put into practice.

“Throw all those miscellaneous thoughts away. Stop thinking! Shatter all your beliefs!”

Arnold was basically telling Rahmadat to stop doing what every human being had always been doing. At that, Rahmadat couldn’t help but complain. “You know it’s hard to find people who rarely use their brain like me, right? How am I supposed to stop thinking when I’m not even thinking?”

“You still have too many thoughts inside of you. Miscellaneous thoughts are nothing but chains binding your body. You must cut them off.”

“...It sounds like you’re trying to turn me into a madman.”

Arnold spent the entire day teaching Rahmadat.

One day, Rahmadat asked out of pure curiosity, “Arnold. Is it okay for you to teach me exclusively? I mean, you’re the chief of this tribe.”

“...Don’t worry. I’m doing this for my own benefit as well.”

“Huh. So you have a motive for teaching me.”

Arnold nodded.

‘Perhaps we might be able to take the first step against those bats the day this guy learns to emancipate...’ Arnold’s gaze headed to the distant city. The red fog, which covered the entire city, was still expanding every day.

‘...Time is not in our favor.’

Rahmadat Khali was like a ray of hope. Unlike the werewolves, Rahmadat would be able to exert the entire one hundred percent...