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The group moved as far as they could, gathering fruits along the path.

“What kind of rule is that, anyway? Not more than fifty?” Milo’s voice broke through the quiet. He was the group’s occasional goofball, always lightening the mood.

“For real, it should be ten or twenty,” Ezra replied, calm and pure-eyed, shaking his head slightly.

“Imagine the guards seeing us… would probably feel like an entire country is moving toward them,” Milo chuckled.

“True. We wouldn’t want attention. Better if we avoid villages and stay in an abandoned house or something,” Arjun added, eyes scanning the surroundings carefully.

Some players frowned at the idea, worried about lurking dangers. “I think finding a village is safer, right?” Varun asked, cautious.

“Hmm… we can keep a low profile if we do find one,” Arjun replied.

What is with keeping a low profile? We just want safety, you idiot, some thought.

“I feel murderous intentions behind me… probably those against this plan,” Nina and Mira noted silently, tension prickling their skin.

Eventually, they found a spot to settle. Those with survival knowledge quickly constructed small tents, each accommodating up to four people. A few went off to scout the area, searching for edible fruits and plants.

“Varun, I think these are edible,” Milo said, pointing to a cluster of berries.

“They… are definitely not edible,” Varun replied, frowning.

“It looks like… a second restroom thingy, if you know what I mean—” Milo started, but Ezra interrupted, shivering slightly.

“Don’t you feel like someone is watching us?”

“No… if you’re feeling unwell, I can take you back. Do you want to go?” Milo offered.

“No, I’ll stay until you’re all done,” Ezra insisted.

“Fine. But watch the food! That raccoon-looking thing stole it!” Varun yelled, flailing his arms in mock frustration.

As the sky darkened, they hurried back to camp, arranging what they had gathered. Cooking attempts were clumsy but edible enough to sustain them, and soon everyone drifted to sleep, exhausted.

“Is everyone asleep?” Lisha whispered, looking around.

“Yup. Gotta move before dawn,” came a faint reply.

She wandered a short distance, careful not to get lost, grabbing items along the way. Checking her status, she noted she had two blessings.

I’m still unfamiliar with this Enchanter skill… part of holy magic here, she thought.

Suddenly, rage flared, memories of a woman flooding her mind. Ebonis, goddess of destruction… you’ll pay for what you’ve done. I’ll turn your creations against you… or destroy them myself.

Pain from previous regressions hit briefly, but she pushed it aside. I can save them this time… I have to.

Her second blessing, “The Black Clove,” remained from her 32nd regression. Only used a few times, it contained the power of her previous kills.

Time reversal… Hana has that already. Is this more powerful? I’ll figure it out later. Right now, I need to level up my Enchantment skill.

Lisha’s mind raced, devising a method to grow stronger. She ran toward a land filled with herbs and slimes, gathering them along the way.

“I didn’t expect herbs… might as well take them. But the slimes…” she muttered, crouching beside a white flower resembling a blue spider lily, called a Loak Spider. She shoved it into a slime, hoping to tame it.

[You have tamed a slime. Devotion: 82%. Strength +20% (Level 15 → 18)]

“Good enough,” she muttered, considering how much the slime had fought to reach level 15. She tried her enchantment magic.

[Can’t cast the spell. The slime hasn’t been named.]

“Right… a name,” she said aloud, thinking quickly. “Fish? No… Zyli. Better.”

[The slime has accepted the name. You can cast the spell.]

Finally, a star appeared beneath them both, signaling success.

[Enchantment complete. Level increased by 5% (+0.041).]

“…You sure the calculation’s right?”

[Yep. Your weak start isn’t my fault :D]

“Now, back to camp before everyone wakes. Too tired for this…” she muttered.

“Now you’re my shield, little one. Protect me while I’m defenseless,” she said, addressing the slime.

The slime blinked—or at least, that’s what she imagined.

She trudged back, only to find the camp empty.

“Where did everyone go? Ah… the crown prince, maybe,” she whispered.

[Two minutes later…]

“Any minute now… flip it, I’m going toward them. Wait, won’t they kill me? Hm… pretend lost, then say I lost my friends? No… distract them, then—”

She cautiously moved toward the camp.

“Quiet,” she gestured to the slime.

“What did she say?” Milo thought, confused.

“Psst, Lisha, save us! How are you not caught?” Arjun whispered.

“I will! I need to distract them and get the keys. Wait… where’s Nina?”

“Here,” Nina whispered back.

“Now use your blessing—”

“Already did. Not working.”

“They’re coming!” Mira hissed.

A guard approached, holding the keys. Lisha hid behind a tree, heart pounding.

“You will meet the Crown Prince, but first, empty yourself of any weapons. Disobey, and you’ll be executed,” the guard said, sternly.

“Really escalate this?” Arjun muttered.

“Wanna start a fight?” Elara asked, eager.

“Hell yes! Open the door—that’s it!”

“What? It’s open!?” Varun exclaimed.

“Blessings, duh,” Lisha said calmly.

“This works… the system will handle the rest,” she thought.

“THEY’RE RUNNING OUT! GO GET THEM BACK!” one guard screamed.

The 1st Player Group ran as fast as they could, but soldiers were gaining.

[System: This won’t do. You’ll be relocated.]

Instantly, the 1st Player Group was teleported elsewhere.

“What the—inform the prince immediately!” shouted the general.

“Yes, sir!”

“They escaped… via teleportation? By a blue panel?” the Prince said, utterly confused.

“I understand… but a blue panel? Unknown organization?” his butler replied.

“Two nations—red and purple—are the only ones with panels we know,” he continued.

“They must be hired by the southern empire.”

“But they’re around your age, Your Highness… a few a bit shorter than the rest.”

“Summary: same age, blue panel… possibly spies?” the Prince murmured.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I’ll inform my father immediately.”

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“What—where are we?” Claire asked.

“Escaped, but teleported somewhere else,” Felix guessed.

“Look! A village nearby. Maybe we can stay there,” Jina pointed out.

A kind villager sent them to an abandoned mansion near the river.

“Are we really living here? Ghosts?” Jina whispered.

“Totally safe… but I’m not cleaning,” Varun said, earning a death glare from Elara.

“Women-only cleaning?” she shot back.

“No, allergic to dust!”

“Oh… mask?”

“Yup, putting it on.”

Some explored the mansion, others stayed close, waiting to ensure safety.

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