'Should I make an escape?'

Orion thought, looking at the guards, whether he should escape from here, but he felt the situation was way too complicated.

If he were alone, he would consider escaping through the curse of Dimensional Dissonance but he wasn't. Even if he were to ignore the rest of the transmigrators, Famir and Ryfin were with them, and he couldn't leave them behind. So, escaping wasn't an option.

As for fighting the guards, whose strength had reached iron rank, Orion had confidence he could defeat them. But the problem was that this whole port was filled with guards wearing the same armor with an illuminating sun etched on their chestplate. This made him hesitate about whether he should fight or not.

If it were only these guards that surrounded them, then he could definitely defeat them, but he couldn't do the same for all the guards who were walking around the port. He would ultimately get surrounded, and he would still have to take into consideration the safety of his friends and the group of transmigrators.

'Damn, what should I do?'

In the end, he couldn't come to a decision and was stuck in a dilemma.

'Let's calm down and talk to the guards. Maybe the situation isn't as bad as I thought it out to be.'

"What do you want from us?" Orion asked, looking at the guard who had talked with Ralf earlier.

All the guards smiled as they heard his question.

"We don't want anything," one of the guards said playfully. "We just want you kids to follow us."

Orion felt irritation rising as he observed their playful expressions. He had never liked being mocked, neither in his past life nor in this one. Seeing their delight in teasing him fueled his anger even more.

But he didn't show the anger on his face, nor did he let it control him. He suppressed it within him.

"Where?" He then asked them. "Where do you want us to follow you, and why?"

"Where? Hahahaha," the guard started laughing, hearing Orion. He then pointed in the distance where a huge mountain could be seen. "That's where you kids will be following us."

Orion turned to look in that direction and saw a huge mountain standing in the distance. He had already seen that mountain when he came here because it was just too big to be ignored, and even if he really wanted to ignore it, he couldn't. It was just so big. Something that huge would always be in everyone's vision, whether they wanted it or not.

However, now that he observed the humongous mountain carefully, he saw that there were hundreds of rivers flowing down the slope of it from all sides and meeting with the ocean.

They appeared like lava coming out of the tip of the volcanic mountain, but instead it was water coming from the tip of this bizarre mountain.

He also noticed something very odd about this place—the whole area he was in. As far as his eyes could see, there weren't any buildings or houses built here, not even a hut.

This made him very puzzled because he couldn't understand where all the guards lived during the night. He also had a doubt whether this place had any normal people living in it or not because this whole area appeared to be completely barren; not even a single building or structure could be seen anywhere in this area.

All his eyes could see were boats docked at the side of the land meeting the ocean.

"What are you doing here with those kids? Bring them to Aethelgard City."

At that moment, a very rough voice reached everyone's ears. Orion turned to see that it belonged to a middle-aged man in his thirties.

He had long black shoulder-length hair, a very well-built body, and a cut mark on his nose that went from his left cheek to his cheek. And unlike the guards here, he didn't wear any armor but a standard gray tunic that had the same illuminating sun emblem etched on the center of it as that of the chest plates the guards wore.

As soon as the guards saw the man, they all kneeled to the ground on one leg.

"You don't need to be so polite," the middle-aged man said, his face expressing annoyance. "Just do what you are told."

"As you order, General Jabal," the guards said in unison.

General Jabal nodded as he looked at the guards before he turned to look at the kids.

"Take them to Aethelgard City and kill them if they try to escape," he ordered the guards, his face twisted with cruelty as he looked at the kids.

After that, he didn't spare a glance at anyone and flew away in the distance.

Meanwhile, the group of transmigrators cursed their luck as they heard what the middle-aged man said to the guards. They first transmigrated into a dungeon with hell-level difficulty, and now they find themselves in this situation. This really made the transmigrators wonder if they were cursed with bad luck during their transmigration.

About luck, Orion believed that if the previous situation in the dungeon was just a coincidence, then this situation was definitely the result of his bad luck.

'It seems those who are with me will also be swept into this bad luck of mine.'

He sighed, thinking about the current situation, and in the end, he decided to follow them.

The decision was made after he saw the middle-aged man. He felt that the middle aged man was way stronger than the current him, and if he were to make any rash decision and act recklessly here, then he would probably be killed by that cruel man.

"Bring them to the boat," the main guard, who had talked with Ralf earlier, said to the other guards.

The rest of the guards didn't waste any time and took out white bracelet-like things as they made their way towards Orion's group.

"Don't do anything and just follow what they say for now," Orion whispered to his group.

The group nodded to Orion. They also understood that, in the situation they were in, acting recklessly would do them no good.

At that moment, the group of guards reached them and looked at them as if they were looking at a dead person.

"Move your hand forward," one of the guards yelled at them.

Orion didn't know what they wanted to do, but knowing their current situation, he listened to them and moved his right hand forward.

Immediately, one of the guards slapped the white bracelet on his wrist, causing the bracelet to fit smoothly in his hand.

Orion didn't feel anything different after that and thought that maybe it was a type of tracker placed on them so they couldn't escape.

The same happened to everyone in the groups, but their faces turned to horror as the bracelet appeared on their wrists.

"I can't sense my mana!"

"Me too! I can't even sense my skills."

"It must be this bracelet. It must be this thing's doing."

The group of transmigrators, along with Famir and Ryfin, felt that their connection to mana had been cut off. They couldn't feel their mana, and even worse, they couldn't sense their skills either. It was as though they returned to their former selves—a normal human devoid of any strength.