Merka widened his eyes in horror, standing before this colossal creature, his legs weak, nearly falling to his knees.

The dark, goat-headed Chimera Turing slightly lowered its head, the eerie eyes fixed on Merka.

It spoke, softly.

"Invoke the name of your god..."

"In the name of heaven's judgment."

After the broken sentence, Merka seemed to go deaf.

The quiet moonlight and the warm sun gently invaded this peaceful night.

In that moment, Merka saw eternity with his own eyes.

In the face of the cosmic truth of this colossal entity, everything lost its meaning.

Coming back to his senses, Merka found himself outside the Mesha Bar, Turing now unconscious and reverted to its original form, obediently lying next to Merka in a ball.

Puzzled, glancing at the motionless Mesha Bar, just when Merka thought it was all a dream, the final terror descended.

The Mesha Bar before him—spread over an area of 120,000 square meters, with a total building area of 91,000 square meters, located on the outskirts of the city of Bo, constantly offering three thousand job positions in fields such as medicine, civil engineering, services, and tobacco and alcohol industries, generating countless profits, blending living and entertainment into one colossal entity.

A sudden appearance of a transdimensional black hand twisted into a thumb-sized pellet and then disappeared in an instant.

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Once, I was a Firewatcher.

My main duty was...

What? Why am I speaking English, you ask?

Oh, come on! Isn't it obvious?

We must dutifully carry out the reforms initiated by our Lord Oedipus!

Ahem! Learning English is, naturally, an essential part of our grand mission of reform!

Ahem, I digress.

If you want to know more about our Lord, stay tuned for my next sermon.

Now, let's get back to the point.

A Firewatcher is one who guards the forests.

You may not understand this concept.

Just as there are guardians for homes, there are guardians for forests.

Wealthy masters pay capable individuals to protect their gardens, ensuring that their precious plants are not stolen.

Similarly, the country invests in capable individuals to guard the forests, preventing thieves from stealing the treasures from our lush woods.

That's what I do.

At that time, there were 206 others like me.

Including the Ultimate Mage Forest Guardian Team Captain, we were all sorcerers.

We were responsible for the Furnace Ash Mountains area, dealing with minor incidents, sniping those who stole wood to sell abroad. If a wildfire broke out, we used magic to extinguish it promptly.

Oh, let me tell you, the Furnace Ash Mountains were not yet a barren land back then, you young folks wouldn't know.

It was a vast expanse of lush forest.

We built a tower in this place, strictly following the firefighters' code, training every morning, eating exercise meals, drinking dew-made wine, working tirelessly, patrolling day and night, checking for any signs of fire around us.

But in this huge watchtower, there wasn't a single man.

So some of our teammates couldn't control themselves and went to the rural areas in the mountains to steal men from families. If caught, it meant apologizing profusely, but they would still repeat the offense next time.

The biggest entertainment every day was smoking and playing cards.

However, the only stakes on the table were the tobacco we grew in the mountains ourselves.

Everything here is so boring.

But it also exudes vitality.

Like many others, I and many of them have ordinary people's expectations.

Hoping that after ten years of hard labor, we can get a position in Kyopa.

Hoping that one day I can take off this firefighter uniform, find my true love, and have my own family.

Until... the day arrives.