The so-called stronghold was actually... a circle of ritual constructed from various kinds of polluted flesh and blood. A faint light encased the entire abandoned mall.
It seemed this instance was originally a peaceful and civilized world.
"Everyone, please enter the stronghold immediately; do not linger."
"Each person must immediately register their name and information, as well as their abilities and the world they originally come from!"
The person speaking... was a brawny man with a tiger's head.
He too was affected by an abnormality, and naturally, his appearance was unique; different Pollution Sources determined different mutations.
"In addition, I want to remind you all of something. Now that you've come to this world, no matter how desperate you are, how reluctant, how much you want to return to your original world, please stay calm. Only by living well here will there be hope!"
The tiger-headed brawny man spoke calmly and then paused:
