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On an island.

In a certain jungle with a large number of defensive structures set up, a deafening sound suddenly rang out from a secret room at the core.

Tut tut!

The sound of hurried footsteps came as a dust-laden door opened.

They saw a naked Barton crawling out of a giant eggshell.

"Did I die again?" Barton took a towel expressionlessly and started to wipe the mucus covering his body. "What year is it? When was the last time I was here?"

"Director, the last time you were here was Black Iron Year 400. Today is Black Iron Year 401, the month of Aries…" answered one of the Investigation Agency officers respectfully.

"Seems like I died again…" Barton continued to be expressionless. "Where did the previous me go?"

"According to the latest contact information, you were heading to Kimbert City to deal with the Dark Ritual… But…"

Just as these officers were explaining with a stutter, several urgent alarms sounded.