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Survival Records of 3650 days in the Otherworld Chapter 142: Changing of the Khalodian Land (2)
"We're almost here! Keep it up!"
A ragged man could barely speak. There was dirt all over his hair and his eyes were sunken in, showing how tired he was. His lips were dried and cracked, and his clothes were in rags. The only thing that looked somewhat okay was the shield and warhammer he was holding. The hammer was full of dried blood, showing that it had been put to use in real combat.
"If we go over there…"
The man spoke impatiently. It was just over a hill and he would arrive at the rumored place. It was just half day ahead.
'Am I late?'
"Nngh…"
The man moaned at the thought. That was when a baby cried out from the inside of the awkwardly protruding cloth on his chest. His cloth began to get wet and yellow liquid dripped down to the ground.
"Oh no."
The man looked troubled. The baby was crying as it was uncomfortable and the others who followed frowned.
"He's tired."
"It's amazing he held it until now."
"Yeah."
"How did that baby hold up so well?"
"Let-let me…"
A middle-aged woman
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