Man-Made Storms Are Coming

Roland sat up from the altar of the Church of Life, his body naked.

There was an old cleric next to him with a dumbfounded expression.

It seemed to Roland that he had seen this situation somewhere before.

He took out his robe from his Backpack and put it on, casting Language Proficiency on himself and asking, "May I ask what this place is?"

"Asala Village!" This old cleric looked at Roland curiously. "Might you be one of the rumored resurrectable Golden Sons?"

This was another continent, and while the reputation of the Golden Sons had spread all over, no players had come here.

After all, why go that far when there were plenty of things to do, when they hadn't even finished exploring their birth point?

The church was simple. It was a simple stone building with a small bust of the Life Goddess in the back, as well as an altar and several stone benches.

It was no surprise to Roland to be resurrected in such a place.