Imperial Tomb Village Library.
The sky outside gradually brightened, and dawn crept over the glass, cutting a boundary between light and shadow on the table.
The Divine King's fingertips slid across the self-made map of the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, marking dozens of attack routes with a red pen, only to cross them out violently in denial, with the edges scribbled with small words: All are dead ends.
Next to the map lay an open "Evil Spirit Atlas," displaying a winged Doomsday Series soldier.
Beside it was a cup of refreshing "Thousand Spirit Juice," with unprocessed fruit particles settling at the bottom.
In the corner of the table were several worn-out strategy notebooks, one with a folded corner, filled with dense annotations.
Scattered above the map were scraps of paper full of tactical simulations, with arrows repeatedly modified, numbers crossed out and rewritten.
On some sheets, there were cartoon sketches of Earth Thought Bully, including one with a clown style.
