Worldly Force [1]

It had been half a year since Ezekiel joined the Void Palace army, and he had to say…

'This place is really the best.'

The work he had to do was monstrous, but it was always worth it.

The drills he was put through made his entire body squirm in pain. When he laid down to sleep, he'd be unable to move in the slightest until the next morning.

It was really brutal. At times, it was even more brutal than Straea Clan's hidden manor.

But there was one key difference between them.

Rewards and merit.

In the first month, Ezekiel truly suffered. He wondered if his decision was a mistake or not, and he dreaded the fact that he'd merely moved from one hell to another.

However, by the second month, he was already faithfully doing his training without a single complaint.

That was because there was nothing wasteful.