How to Survive as a Genius Spy in the Game

At the end of autumn, even the night sky seemed high and distant. A crescent moon hung in the middle of that far-off sky.

With only a few wisps of clouds floating in the distant sky, the moonlight from the crescent moon was quite bright.

As winter approached, a chill lingered in the night air on the mountain. Breath turned to mist in the cold wind.

Despite this, the devil worshippers did not light a fire. They had only dug trenches next to the clearing to take shelter.

Without even magical braziers, they were enduring the cold with just their bodies. I thought it showed impressive willpower.

Of course, I didn’t need to do that. I had winds. But my behavior was the same.

I, too, had dug into the ground, covered it with branches, and was hiding while observing them.

Meals were dry rations, like theirs. It was a bit tiresome, but I didn’t complain. I’d been through tougher training. I just ate when I could.

‘Of course, I didn’t forget to brush my teeth.’