Chapter 509 - Guild? Workshop?

Sword Demon spent the entire night moving about with Onesie and his men in the jungle, familiarizing himself with the trap set-up, and taking notes of his positioning and his teammates' habits. Even though Onesie thoroughly briefed him about their tactics, after experiencing one full night of training with them, Sword Demon soon realized that they had stagnated at a very basic level. A flawless coordination was not something they could achieve overnight, but the trap formation they had set up was by no means just a white elephant. The constant need to switch his position throughout the drills allowed Sword Demon to experience this verily.

"Ah… It's already morning…" An entire night had passed. Onesie stepped out from behind a tree and stretched his back. The morning he was talking about was the morning in reality. To these people that were used to burning the midnight oil, the time when others woke up was the time they knocked off 'work'.