30 Years Have Passed Since the Prologue

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– Kwaaaang—!!

The cannon roared loudly, causing the ranks to stagger backward. The dense infantry formation scattered in an instant. Some were crushed and turned to pulp. But many more of the soldiers nearby, witnessing the scene firsthand, fell into panic and began to flee.

“Maintain your formation!!”

– Taang—!!

The rear’s artillery officer discharged their pistol. The head of a terrified soldier burst apart, and the infantry gritted their teeth and held their ground.

For those who are not extraordinary beings, gunpowder weapons are akin to the grim reaper. A terrifying sort compared to a knight’s charge or a monster’s raid.

Unlike other deaths on the battlefield, death by gunpowder weapons has no process. When the sound of cannon or gunfire rings out, the soldier standing right next to them becomes shattered fragments.

Just 30cm. This short distance where shoulders touch. That mere gap preserved their lives. Had they accidentally stood in the adjacent line, it would have been their death. In this place, individual abilities were meaningless. Because it was a death they could not prepare for.