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 A young man slowly opened his eyes and looked around himself in an attempt to find out more about his new environment.

He was Noah Evander Ashgrave, the heir of the world association who was going to succeed as its chairman in the future.

Noah could not help feeling a bit baffled when he realized that there was nothing other than grass plains stretching endlessly in all directions around him.

'Now, this is pain in the ass. There is nothing in sight other than the endlessly green plain and hige trees.'

Whoosh-!

Knowing that the faster he starts his hunting, the more he can kill, which in turn will get him more points.

Noah did not waste any time before jumping into the air and scanning the endless sea of green for anything that stood out.

"Found it!"

Noah quickly spotted a huge pack of tens of giant, grotesque, ugly humanoid creatures, which were trolls.