Many planets and forces had tacitly agreed on this method of handling things.

Over time, the "trash" created such pollution that the Forgotten Realms became completely transformed into a decaying wasteland.

The green trees and grasslands were no more, leaving nothing but a perpetual black fog hovering above the Forgotten Realms.

It was said that those who entered the Forgotten Realms would see their past, or even encounter a version of themselves; they would go mad, lose themselves, and never return.

It was a very strange place.

Its strangeness lay in the fact that everyone who entered encountered different scenarios.

Just like that adventure team.

Of the two who came out alive, one was insane, and the other hadn’t seen anything.

...

Sixth Hoffman hadn’t brought Hannah back, which was expected by Nicholas.

They all knew Hannah’s personality well; she was playful on normal days, but no one could change her mind when it came to serious matters.

Arnold Simmons woke up three days later.

By that time, Hannah had already ventured into the Forgotten Realms alone.

Gregory Lawrence was only knocked out by Hannah, so he woke up during the daytime the next day.

Just as Hannah said, Gregory was easy to fool.

His limited intelligence was all spent on gossip and gathering information.

Just in these two days, he was already back to playing around with Sixth Hoffman and the others.

Drinking, eating meat, playing drinking games, he was good at them all.

Even Nicholas joked about him joining the wanderers.

It was just a joke, but Gregory thought seriously, "It’s not impossible. Do you provide food and lodging?"

Nicholas was stunned and then burst into laughter, "Providing food isn’t a problem, but as you know, we wanderers have no fixed home, moving wherever we please, and each of us is a wanted criminal."

The wanderers were originally a group of star refugees.

Star refugees were all on the interstellar blacklist, effectively nationless.

Wherever they went, they were looked down upon as the lowest class.

In other words, people like them had no hope of turning their lives around; even if someone were to kill them, nobody would care.

As if there were layers of social classes, they were at the very bottom.

Gregory didn’t mind, "What does it matter, I’m a wanted criminal too!"

He spoke with pride.

Gone was the zeal from a few days ago when he was shouting about overthrowing the wanderers "for the justice of the heavens."

Even the desolate ones couldn’t stand it anymore and walked away.

Sixth Hoffman, who loved Gregory’s bold spirit, grabbed a bottle of wine and slung an arm around him, "Good brother, drink this cup, and from then on, you’re one of us!"

"Good!"

Gregory took it with a grasp and gulped it down.

He drank so vigorously that a good deal splashed out, landing right beside the fire.

The fire roared bigger, laughter grew louder.

Arnold Simmons woke up, pulled back the curtain, and saw this scene.

It was lively.

So lively it seemed one could forget everything.

He bowed his head, trying to clench his hand.

His body still felt weak, even walking felt unsteady. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Hannah must have drugged you." Qingyu approached, holding a tray, his demeanor calm and gentle, "But don’t worry, she’s very sensitive to dosages, it won’t cause any harm to your body."

Qingyu had changed into a pale moon-white robe.