And once again, the people could not help but just glare as Kyle's table drowned the entire cafe with thcir voices. And of course, Kyle quickly grabbed Katherine's arm, pulling her closer to make her lower her voice. ".. thought you were supportive of me?" Kyle then whispered as he slightly leaned over the table. "I am!" Katherine loudly whispered, "But the Fourth Division is different. You'll be living in hell, quite literally. You'll be hellishly training in the inside high level Portals for six months before you can even come to the Surface again." "Shit.. finally something you and l agree on," Samantha nodded several times as she heard Katherine's words, "Katherine's right, Kyle. Why not just join something like the Second, or Third Division? Well.. at least you get to live in my house while you're training." "Kyle, listen.." Katherine then let out a small but very deep sigh, "It doesn't matter whether you live with me or with Sam. But please, don't serve for the Fourth Di

"Have... you been in the Commander's tent before?" "No. Who would want to be? You've seen the way the woman treats people in public, you really want to find out what she'll do to you behind closed doors? Nope, no. Not me." "But, I mean.. aside from her tendency for violence and impulse to berate everyone, she's.. super hot." "Get that toxic shit out of here, man. You don't date crazy people, she clearly has a few nuts loose." "She can loosen my nuts." "..How am I even your friend?" Outside commander Miranda's tent, the two soldiers that were making their rounds around the camp were walking exaggeratingly close to the tent-their ears, almost visibly getting larger as they tried to eavesdrop on whatever was happening inside. But then again, the two couldn't really make their rounds if they wanted to. After all, it wasn't only them. Even those that were not supposed to be there were surrounding Miranda's tent, making it impossible for the two to move. How could they not

"It all makes sense now." And as Kyle was surrounded by the other recruits that were either groveling on the floor or struggling to sit up, he continueded scanning his surroundings. When he was previously in the Underworld, he was inside some sort of cavern-but this time, he was outside. He had seen photos of it before, but seeing it in person truly makes one almost felt like they were drowning. No photo could do this place justice. The Surface world is a sphere, the horizons will always have an end. But in the Underworld, the horizons do not end, it loops. It almost made Kyle feel like he was in some sort of gigantic ball.. which he sort of actually was. Floating at the very center of the insides of this sphere, Tartarus. It was hard to see the distance, however, as a sort of fog seemed to blanket the endless horizon. And of course, perhaps the most noticeable of all was the 'sun' showering everything with its light. It is said that one of the gods, Hades, resided here

"Take a minute to gather yourselves!" "F.. Finally." "I feel like Im going to die.." "You will, just not today!" "Look at that guy, is... he even human?" "Shit... he's the only reason why we're only resting now." "Tch, show off." "Fucking Dregger." "Woah, woah. Who used the D-word!?" "With the hard R too!?" "Wow.. you guys are classist as fuck." Dregger. It has been a very long time since Kyle heard someone call him like that-it was what they used to call people like him in the past. The dregs of society, slaves. "Don't mind them, Kyle. Recruits are always like that. They see others as competition, not realizing that we really only have each other to rely on." "I remember you being one of those people, baldy." "Shut up, you perverted monkey. I am not a classist." "It's all.. just white noise to me at this point." Kyle let out a small sigh, before taking off his shirt; squeezing it, and letting his sweat shower the blades of grass beneath his feet. And p

"Are these all the items the new recruits brought?" "Yes, Ma 'am!" "Shit! I am right in front of you, you dumb squid. You don't have to shout so loud!" "Y-yes, Ma'am." "Where is Kyle's bag?" And while the new recruits were fighting for their lives and being gnawed and chased by 2-headed dogs. Commander Miranda was inside their tent, leisurely examining their bags. This was not against the constitution, of course, as members of Defense Corps have already waived their rights as soon as they stepped inside the base. "Why are there so many beds here? Where is Kyle's bag?" Commander Miranda repeated her words as she dropped a bag full of erotic magazines. "The Lowborn, Ma'am?" "Do you want to be born again?" Commander Miranda snarled at the officer behind her. "No, Ma'am." The officer stood up straight, "The bed at the end of the tent, Ma'am." "..Why was he put--Nevermind," Miranda scoffed as she started walking to the bed assigned to Kyle, "I was told he brought a k