The knight's eyes widened and he looked at the group of people around him with a somewhat excited expression:

"You, who are you!?"

The people in front of him were all human beings.

The thirteen outfits were different from the ones he remembered, but they were undoubtedly "human-style" outfits.

Finally escaped from the clutches of the demons!

"How should I return to the Kingdom of Emperu!?"

He asked in an excited tone.

However, he noticed that after hearing his words, the group of people in front of him all showed pity in their eyes.

Just like the look in the eyes of the coward who gave up resistance against the demons and those who called the prison a "pasture"!

Suddenly, anger burst out in his heart.

However, the hope of returning still lies with them. The kingdom he lives in, the land he lives in, his lover, his family, his friends, and the king he is loyal to are still in prison.

He needs to find reinforcements, he wants to rescue His Majesty! Kill all the damn demons!

However, what greeted him were words that made him even more angry:

"Which 'ranch' are you from?"

"you!!!"

The knight's anger could no longer be restrained. He took a thousand steps, and the surging fighting spirit surged out of his body and gathered in his fists.

However, at this moment, a ray of light fell on him, and the hazy light, like a strong chain, imprisoned his body in place.

"The Kingdom of Emperu disappeared with the defeat of the human race two thousand years ago."

The middle-aged man holding a long brown-black staff that didn't know whether it was made of wood or made of some other material looked at him with pity in his eyes:

"The same goes for the Gorgor Kingdom, as well as the tyrannical Beit Empire. They were all defeated by the invasion of the demons after the defeat of the 'braves'."

He looked at the knight and said:

"May I have your name?"

Under the strong sense of oppression, the knight gritted his teeth and spit out a few syllables:

"Doro."

"Doro, right? Now think of a name for yourself, a name that has nothing to do with your experience. We will call you by this name."

The middle-aged man said indifferently:

"I am George, you can call me by this name from now on."

After saying that, he turned around and left:

"Don't act rashly. If you are discovered by the demons, we will kill you first before they can kill you. If you want to die, we don't."

Under the angry and stunned gaze of the knight, the man turned and left.

Everyone else also shook their heads and left.

Only the little man who had turned into a mole-like creature at the beginning was still sitting not far from him.

...

After several people left, they gathered in another house.

"Another idiot who believes in false memories."

A young man gritted his teeth.

"After all, all their cognition is based on false memories. If they don't realize that their memories are false, they can't believe us that easily."

A young woman next to her shook her head, her face covered with horrific scars.

At this time, a passerby-looking man who looked to be in his thirties and had an average appearance raised his eyelids and whispered:

"It's such a small scale that it won't have any impact at all..."

After hearing his words, the middle-aged man holding a cane was a little confused:

"Daute, do you want to do something?"

The man known as Daute looked up:

"George, apart from us, there should be other human races that have formed similar organizations, right? Moreover, it is not just for survival, but also for a greater goal."

He clenched his fists with an expression of unwillingness:

"Can we only live in the shadow of the demons?"

"We did our best just to survive."

Qiao Ge shook his head:

"There are demons everywhere. If the two of us didn't use magic to cover this place, we would be discovered by the demons soon."

"yes."

Daute sighed: "Just to survive, I have already tried my best. Moreover, even if there are other organizations, not even the demons can find them, let alone us?"

He turned around and walked towards the rest room:

"We are running out of food. I will try to get some back tomorrow."

After that, he left the small "meeting room".

When he left, the woman whose face was covered with scars glanced at him.

Although she was not the only one paying attention, her eyes were slightly different.

.......

"The magic of concealment is used, but it seems to be slightly different from the original magic system of this world... Player?"

Outside his residence, Art stared at the building deep underground.

This building located below the town has two or three underground passages leading to the outside world.

As he expected, the players in Game Nation were not stupid enough not to notice this.

Even people who are relatively close to Prince Bennett's territory have already set traps here and are trying their best to contact the human resistance organization.

I just don’t know when I will come into contact with it.

Art shook his head, his bait seemed useless.

Although the Eye of Eclipse has not been discovered, if it falls into the trap of other players, it probably won't have much effect. Even if it catches fish, it will still fall into someone else's trap.

But it doesn't matter, he has no intention of choosing a force to join now anyway.

Then let's go check on Prince Bennett's situation first.

...

With the appearance of a dark elf and the gloating eyes of the hotel owner, Art left the hotel.

However, while heading towards Bennett's castle, suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears:

"Hey, guest, do you want to come to the market?"

Hearing the sound, a light figure walked out of the corner and appeared in his field of vision.

It was a strange-looking creature, like a puddle of mud, a bit like a slime, but more like a wriggling mass of flesh.

As the sound rang out, its tentacles that looked like melted wax drops began to wave.

"Synthetic creature? Or some kind of demon?" A suspicion emerged in Art's mind, and he glanced at it from the perspective of doom. After confirming that it was just a sidekick, he stared at it silently with Damon's taciturn habit, and motioned for it to continue.

"If you are lucky enough, you can get some good things from the ancient artworks and treasures found in various ruins. Once you enter here, no one will trace you, no matter what you sell or buy.

"

Black market?

As soon as Art heard it, he understood what the market this thing meant.
Chapter completed!