Hearing what this stranger said, the 2 guards in casual clothes turned to scrutinize him without much expression on their faces.They recognized that he was a stranger at a glance, people who lived so close to the dangerous Sahara were different from those in other parts of the world in different ways due to the extreme environment.{Gold glasses, a gold chain, and a gold wristwatch}- Luxuriously dressed like a terrorist…, {An expression of anticipation and slight fear}- the curiosity universal of all tourists.{No weapon protrusions in his body, a flat bag with no heavy weapons either}- A naïve tourist looking for some thriller adventure.{A burly physique but a naïve face}- A lewd tourist training in gyms to get a good physique to attract beautiful girls.Check! They gave a thump up in their minds.As they observed him, Clark reciprocated. {The special mechanical hijab}- Dressed like those who frequent the Sahara…,

[Main Tourist Destination: The Tip of Supremacy.] After the great battle of supremacy, among the numerous battle ruins left behind after everything settled down, the tip of supremacy was the most popular and was the location most tourists yearned to visit the most. Like all other tourists, Clark’s group of 20’s destination was also this summit. After the supremacy battle where some locations on earth started mutating, turning them into earth special locations, some of the ruins left after the great war were also affected by this mutation. According to the information that Clark got before coming, the location of the tip of supremacy was a main battlefield in the great war. During one of these battles, 5 pyramidal war fortresses sturdier than most warships of this era duked it out in a battle to the death. In the battle, 3 of the pyramidal war fortresses were destroyed completely but 2 survived and became ruins after all their inhabitan

In the middle of the loosening sand and the rapidly expanding sand hole, a huge snake as wide as 3 humans combined rapidly slithered up the hole, its pitch-black eyes trained on the humans.Just from a glance, Mr. Sandstorm’s heart went cold in horror. He knew what this monster was, a desert snake that mutated due to the changes in the desert.Locals in the city of the desert referred to it as the maneater. Legends say that it descended from the legendary Basilisk, making it a terrifying monster in the world of gold.Most of them had the power of 2nd rank high-grade soldiers, but Mr. Sandstorm was sure that one as big as this definitely had stronger power, which directly translated to 3rd rank power.“Turn back!” He roared in horror.Without even confirming if the tourists heard his order, Mr. Sandstorm rapidly turned and started sprinting away as he muttered some words to his 7 companions in their native language.Hearing

Seeing an entrance open up inside the huge metal pipe, the tourists audibly heaved sighs of relief as they rushed inside with Mr. Sandstorm who deactivated the exotic shield in the process.The lady mercenary stayed outside to fend off the attacks of the Scavenger rats until everyone entered the pipe before she also jumped in.Clang!With a pull of a lever by Mr. Sandstorm, the opened parts of the metal pipe closed shut again with a loud sound. With the metal pipe closing up, the huge noise made by the ravaging Scavenger rats became muffled and suppressed.Bam! Bam!The Scavenger rats immediately started bashing hard at the metal pipe from outside but they couldn’t breach it, it stood as solid and heavy as a wall of metal.Seeing that everything was fine, no complications happened and they were safe now, a tense-hearted Mr. Sandstorm staggered as he leaned against the walls of the metal pipe to rest from the exertion of the past few mi

“Are we safe yet?” Hearing the quivering voice of the tourist who came with his 3 sons for this dangerous expedition, Mr. Sandstorm nodded gently while motioning for him to reduce the volume of his voice so as not to disturb the other tourists. After a whole night of getting to sleep normally, the tourists finally recovered most of their spent energy but most of them were still asleep. The series of encounters that they experienced the previous day not only left them with physical damages, some of them also suffered psychological damages of different degrees. The only thing keeping them sane was their innate tendency to seek thrills. At this moment, only a few of the tourists were awake, who was Mr. Sandstorm, the tourist who came with his 3 sons, the 2 mercenaries who participated in the treasure hunt, and all the other locals who were their guides. The others were all still asleep, including the lady mercenary. Though Mr. San