On this timeline of the world, the pace of everyone's destiny is more or less the same. The only difference is having guides and sentinels.

Krueger had a reducer like earphones hanging on his ear. It was a small item used by sentinels to suppress their hypersensitive state. Besides that, he was also wearing a military frog net mask that completely covered his face. Ah-ah, this didn't mean he was a proper soldier. He was a mercenary sentinel facing the collapse of his spiritual totem at the moment. How many people in Chimera (the mercenary organization) had a clean background? At least he definitely didn't. If it weren't for the power of modern technology, Krueger, who hadn't been bonded with a guide until now, would have died due to sensory overload long ago.

Clang clang - Some corner of the street was under construction. The bosses of two shops on the street were quarrelling, and thieves would mix into the crowded place from time to time. It seemed that there was no quiet corner on this street, except for an unlicensed shop, or rather an unlicensed clinic, behind the corner bar.

You were playing with your small toy with tweezers. The next second, a spiritual body in the form of a Golden Eagle appeared beside your table. A pair of eagle eyes stared at you fixedly. You looked up and saw that the unexpected visitor at the entrance was Krueger. As a well-known Dark Guides in the underworld, it wasn't difficult for you to guess the purpose of this strange sentinel's visit.

This was yet another poor sentinel in need of spiritual grooming.