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    〈System: You have entered the ?Desert of Treacherous Sands?!〉


    〈System: You have been rewarded 50 World Fame!〉


    Kieran noted that with the addition of this World Fame, he wasn’t too far from reaching a Lord’s standard. Once he achieved that level of renown, the moment he could create a guild inched that much closer.


    However, aside from the matter of his World Fame, Kieran and his other party members quickly understood why this ce was regarded as the Desert of Treacherous Sands.


    Although they stood there for no more than a minute, the party marveled at the horror of numerous urring events.


    Several unnerving bubbles of unknown toxicity popped and released dense fumes into the atmosphere while sandstorms of varying sizes simultaneously swept across multiple zones of this desert.


    “Uh, Aatrox. Are you sure it’s safe to travel through this ce?” Luna grimaced while leaning over the caravan’s rear. No matter how she looked at it, this environment seemed too dangerous to traverse.


    “It shouldn’t be too bad. It’s only violent dust devils, sporadic sand geysers, quicksand pits, and bottomless sand chasms,” Kieran remarked.


    Everyone grew quiet and looked at him with nonplussed expressions. They couldn’t judge if Kieran were joking or serious, but one thing remained true. Everything he mentioned happened right before their very eyes.


    The Desert of Treacherous Sands was not an area where fights were meant to ur. If fights did break out here, the random environmental hazards would disrupt it. A yer could only ignore the environment if their Abnormal Status Resistance was abnormally high.


    However, that was impossible because practically all yers possessed zero Abnormal Status Resistance. Thus, these conditions were essentially unfit for any current yer._.


    “Okay. All jokes aside, if we stay inside the caravan and ignore our circumstances, we should be good,” Kieran said. However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he murmured, “I hope….”


    “Dude! You can’t do that! I heard you, and I almost shat myself! Will we make it through or not?” Bastion scowled while scurrying to the front of the caravan’s cargo hold.


    He clutched Kieran’s armor in fright and shook him.


    “Okay, okay! Let go of me!” Kieran growled and pped Bastion’s hand away before sighing. “If we use long-range skills to deal with unforeseen crises, making it through should be possible. However, the amount of long-range fighters on this team is….”


    “There’s only Lux and me,” Alicemented.


    “Not true,” Ezra joined in, disagreeing with Alice’s ims. “There’s also Aatrox. Some of his skills have a truly long range.”


    “At most, they’re medium-long range. Our only redeeming factor is that damage isn’t our focus. Our attacks must carry enough force to rip through the sandstorms and geysers. That’s our only focus,” Kieran voiced.


    “What about monsters?” Altair chimed in.


    “I don’t think any monsters inhabit this area. I recall reading in Aubrililes Library that an area marked with a ck skull on any map means that the zone possesses environmental dangers without monsters,” Kieran answered.


    Nemean guffawed. “Damn, if that’s the case, we should read more often. It seemed there is more knowledge packed inside the libraries than we give credit for.”


    The party soon devised a n to deal with the potential dangers inside this ce. It involved one of the party members riding atop the caravan’s roof. No one volunteered because of the risks of falling off.


    Thus, Kieran grimaced and resigned himself to his fate as the fool who sat atop the caravan’s cloth cover. At least the cloth covered a rib-shaped metal cage that eased Kieran’s mind. However, he couldn’t wield Crimson Ashrune; otherwise, the structure would break.


    After all, while Kieran was strong enough to wield Crimson Ashrune, he was nowhere near powerful to neutralize its weight. 500kgs far exceeded the weight limit of this metal cage.


    Therefore, Kieran rummaged through his inventory for a temporary greatsword. He soon found one and had Luna direct the caravan while Lux and Alice sat on her left and right.


    “Here we go, boys and girls! Hold on tight,” Luna eximed before whipping on the back of the Obsidian Criollo.


    Hyaa!


    The horse neighed and took off in a mad dash as Kieran gripped the edge of the caravan’s top in a half-kneeled position. He held the greatsword before his face to deal with the violent sand gust whipping against his cheek.


    ‘For all this, you better believe I’ll raze that entire hideout to this ground.’ A vicious gleam radiated in Kieran’s eyes as he kept a lookout for their surroundings.


    More than three hours had passed, so his Perception was back to normal, allowing him to sense danger within a certain radius.


    The party encountered their first obstacle roughly 30 minutes after beginning their voyage through the Desert of Treacherous Sands. Their first obstacle was arge sandstorm, strong enough to sweep the caravan in the air if it impacted the party.


    For an attack this size, only an attack unleashed by Kieran was sufficient to destroy it.


    Kieran gathered copious amounts of blood energy before condensing it at the tip of his de to improve its speed, power, and overall