Felix's country-crossing project didn't go as planned. Due to the rough and wild terrains, he ended up making only half the progress he had expected. After hiking 600 miles on foot and on ATV through mountainous regions full of detours and treacherous paths, he arrived at the eastern border of the Highland Province. However, in reality, Felix only moved only 400 miles closer to Big Zoot City.
At the eastern checkpoint of the Highland Province, no guard bothered stopping people from leaving the Highland region. They only closed the gates when it was dark. As it was already nightti, the guards sealed the wooden gates and left only a few militia to watch the doors.
The checkpoint consisted of simple wooden spike barricades. Anyone with a brain could climb over them if they wanted to, but a deep moat outside the barricades was full of pointy spears, making a fall into the pit potentially fatal.
Felix's pelvis was sore after the long day of driving on bumpy animal trails and dirt roads. He parked the ATV in an empty area and activated its anti-theft barrier, blocking anyone from approaching him. Then, he set up a polyr camping tent and sleeping bag, which he had gotten from his daily supply crate rewards.
After setting down the tent, he took off his boots, inserted himself into the sleeping bag, and quickly passed out from exhaustion.
Unfortunately, nosy people were everywhere in the world without the Internet and smartphones. Near Felix's camping area, a group of rchants eyed the ATV and the exotic polyr tent. Curious, they brought a barrel of ale over, hoping to befriend him. When they touched the ATV barrier, it mildly zapped them. Everybody scread and pulled their hands away.
This group was nicer than the previous people that Felix had t. When they realized that Felix might be a mage, they respected his space and stayed out of trouble. Many n also tried to approach Felix, but they all backed away when they noticed the barrier around the tent and the ATV. Everyone secretly paid respect to Felix and minded their own business.
The peaceful night ended without a mishap.
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The next morning, everyone woke up early. The rchants had risen at 3 AM to pack their belongings and get ready to depart. By the ti the sun rose, everyone had already left the public checkpoint campsite.
At 8 AM, Felix woke up. He drowsily pulled himself out of the sleeping bag and sniffed the inside.
The odor was nasty. It slled like moldy socks. Felix looked at his feet and saw the over-one-day-old socks, which he hadn't changed since he had departed from ho. He took them off and binned them in his inventory, then converted them into mana.
"Dafuq," Felix was surprised that his used socks gave him so much. "How does this work?!"
"…Wow. Should I pickle my used socks or stuff so wet clothes in my boots while I'm traveling?"
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