"No one will ever know what happened, and no one will believe it. The world doesn't care about this matter at all."
Sloth took a sip of barley tea and shook his head.
"Who cares? Who pays attention? Who has the guts to stand up and find death?"
Sitting nearby, Reggie shrugged, neither Sloth's remarks nor the howling cold wind outside the window could attract his attention. His world only needed philosophical books, and it was nothing but a "Paradise for madmen" in the eyes of the general public.
Of course, there were also tasks.
"How big is this camp area exactly?"
"Two kilometers by four kilometers."
