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Chapter 371, "How wonderful!"

On the field, there was a luxurious high platform.

Xiao Yang didn't know who this platform was prepared for, and he didn't really care about that.

His little niece nervously climbed step by step onto the high platform in front of her.

A youthful face, hesitant steps, but no fear.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on this.

This is certainly not a simple platform; projection magic, eye-catching effects, echoing sounds, and one effect after another are added to this platform.

Whoever ascends this high platform will become the center of this banquet.

What exactly is Ai Wen trying to say?
After a brief pause, the little girl spoke.

“My name is Ai Wen, and I am a shield bearer in the 27th Assault Team of the Third Army.”

The little girl's voice echoed through the air above the platform, as she awkwardly raised her right hand to show the unhealed burn on her forearm.

“Three days ago, I was outside the Abyss Fire Wall with my companions, taking turns holding up shields—using our bodies as fulcrums until our bones were cracking from the high temperature.”

"Commander Wolf said I was not a good soldier."

Suddenly, the little girl began to imitate the words in a muffled voice.

"Aiwen, the shieldbearer, you shouldn't have come here. Look at your careless attitude. This is not a fun game!"

"He doesn't seem to like me much, but it was Commander Wolf who stood in front of me three days ago and blocked the Soul-Slaying Demon's iron hook for me. I watched him being dragged into the demon army!"

“He’s right. I am indeed not a qualified soldier, but a mercenary who came for the reward.”

"The war was won, the demons retreated, and we mercenaries who came here received our rewards, but what about the warriors who held the line?"

"What about those true warriors like Commander Wolf!"

"The glory of victory should have fallen on each and every one of them, not been left aside like this after the war! This is so unfair!"

Ai Wen said excitedly.

This was not a particularly sophisticated speech; in fact, it seemed rather immature and lacked emotional impact. It was more like a simple and blunt complaint.

Xiao Yang was the first to applaud the little girl.

He clapped his hands, and the encouraging smile on his face never faded.

Next, the church priest in the white robe clapped second, his face showing approval as he looked at the little girl standing on the platform.

On the field, the emperor's face was already flushed red, but he still had to endure it, not because of anything else, but because of the silver crown hanging high above the heads of the three little girls.

He was terrified of the abyss and even chose to offer up his entire world.

So, isn't he afraid of Xiao Yang?

Divine artifacts are often deeply associated with deities.

He's afraid of the abyss, but is he not afraid of Xiao Yang, the unknown powerhouse wielding a divine artifact?

What was happening on the field at that moment was a farce.

It can be considered a form of relaxation.

Xiao Yang didn't think much of this emperor.

"But that's about it for now."

He is not the master of this plane after all, and he cannot decide the ultimate direction of this world.

Clapping, they waited for Ai Wen to hop and skip down from the platform, not intending to linger any longer; this was just a small interlude.

He led the three little girls away step by step.

After today's events were over, Xiao Yang, the guy who occasionally crawled back from the cesspool to see his little niece and get her support, suddenly became famous.

After all, those who have come here today and are qualified to decide the fate of a great world are not insignificant figures. Everything that happens here, under their watchful eyes, has directly become a major event in the heavens.

Of course, there are also many problems involved.

The two most important ones are...

"Who is this powerful individual?" "What is his name?"

The legends of Xiao Yang defeating the gods were all still fresh in people's minds before they had even left the cesspool of the Rotten Land, but new legends were already circulating throughout the heavens.

It's just a bit blurry.

"A powerful figure whose name no one knows, who was involved in the division of ownership of the Sands World and who overwhelmed a legendary mage in a single encounter."

"It's as if it sprang from a stone."

………….

He led the three little girls away from the celebration. In the final departure phase, on the outermost edge, after the speech ended, only the three little girls received applause from Xiao Yang.

One by one, they gathered around, some bearing injuries, others silent and unassuming, dressed simply, their expressions somewhat dazed.

in silence.

He was watching the three little girls.

Without a word, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Xiao Yang paused, noticing that these figures didn't seem to harbor any ill intentions.

A limping figure walked through the crowd, step by step. Ai Wen seemed a little flustered when she met this figure.

"Commander Wolf!"

"Thank you, soldier Aiwen. I take back what I said before. You are a qualified soldier, not much worse than anyone else."

"It's an honor to receive your recognition!"

Ai Wen gave this answer with some excitement.

Xiao Yang watched everything unfolding before him.

"so good!"

He made this sigh silently, almost imperceptibly.

Soon after, it was time to part ways.

Xiao Yang conjured a door out of thin air, preparing to return.

His little niece seemed still somewhat immersed in what had just happened, which was a good thing—to go to a different world and experience different things.

Delania waved her arms at Xiao Yang with some reluctance.

Ignis awkwardly managed to utter this last sentence.

"Thank you!"

He waved his hand dismissively.

He pulled open the portal that had appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the silver crown in his hand, and turned to leave with a rather dashing air.

Not long after, at the starting point, Xiao Yang, sitting in the temple, looked even more melancholy.

A dazzling silver crown was placed on the ground in front of him.

This is a precious artifact.

The Silver Crown is great in every way, except for one thing that I just can't overcome.

He took a deep breath, mentally prepared himself, picked up the crown, and slowly placed it on his head.

The next moment, the unknown powerhouse who had recently made a great splash and was speculated by many players as if he had appeared out of nowhere began to roll on the ground with a ferocious expression.

However, he is also to blame for this.

If it's just a simple matter of setting up a light barrier for area protection, there's no need to remove the Silver Crown.

But how to say it.

"Pain is temporary, but being handsome lasts a lifetime!"

(End of this chapter)