I can understand why the place for making gunpowder is generally located in the countryside.

The smell of urine and feces mixed together during fermentation is so overpowering it feels like my nose is going to twist.

It's almost at the level of a biochemical weapon’s odor.

“Ugh, the smell. I think I’m going to die. Help me…”

As I instinctively brought my hand to my mouth, a soldier standing guard naturally brought over a bucket.

“You can vomit into this.”

I couldn’t possibly throw up here, considering my noble status, but my nose is practically screaming.

At least it’s …