Humans never change. They never wish to change. As soon as the rumor of a place where the rules stayed the way they were since ancient times started, troops and soldiers (nicknamed "Hunters") were sent there.

Chase had never been someone optimistic. He saw life as something short, and that didn't matter. And death? Death was even less than life. His views had always been those of a pessimist, and he never bothered with change. That's why he was such a great choice for a Hunter. To the point of being the leader of his very own troops, who looked up at him like he was some kind of super-human. With the way he handled his weapons, it was hard to not think of him like that. But Chase couldn't care less about being a famous human hunter. The paycheck, however... it was fat. And he did like that.

Now, most people were very happy about this discovery. The land was as pure as in creation, with ores and minerals that people thought had gone extinct countless years ago. It was like finding a jackpot every few steps. Even if they saw the people that still lived there as "savages with no brain". Chase couldn't care less about those, too.