There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 399, Coward
This forging process will take a considerable amount of time.

Xiao Yang will have to deal with the Abyss Sleepers for a while longer.

Finally, in the simplest and most direct way, we decided who owned the power and elements contained in this dream.

"It's a battle of attrition; whoever can't keep up first will be forced to withdraw."

This pulling process inevitably takes a lot of time.

But it's normal.

If Xiao Yang could forge a divine artifact so easily, then divine artifacts wouldn't be so rare and precious throughout the entire universe.

"The first step in forging the lamp of dawn is this difficult."

But it shouldn't be a big problem.

Xiao Yang is ready to become the king of endurance.

………….

City of Hope.

Xiao Yang's assignments and business trips did not affect the development and operation of the city.

In fact, because Xiao Yang gave the authority to Lena before he left, she has developed quite well during this period.

The city is expanding.

More people who have lost their homes are coming here.

A larger-scale exploration and clearing operation will be launched in that wilderness.

Such a process is bound to result in deaths.

Beyond the towering city walls, at intervals, there is an unnamed grave, the remains of a deceased homeless person, or an exploration team that lost contact at some point.

"Death is a word that is not surprising at all."

The endless wilderness remains the domain of monsters, cultists, and the fallen; it is their world.

However, the survivors in the City of Hope were not frightened at all.

The tall statue was erected.

As the ferocious knight pounded his chest and loudly addressed them.

"Not for the world, but for myself, for my own tomorrow, for the future!"

"Forward! Forward!"

It seems that from that moment on, these originally timid fellows never retreated again.

In this great wave of pioneering.

Players were extremely involved.

They were very important; their repeated, creative deaths provided significant intelligence assistance to the regular pioneering teams that set out from the City of Hope.

Even so, it only made the difficult process slightly easier.

"This world is still too rotten."

The people sent to this world by the Lost Ones are no longer those who yearn to return to their homeland.

Recently, there has been an increasing number of prisoners, criminals, and losers in the struggle for rights.

These kinds of people began to be thrown into the Land of Decay, and into the City of Hope.

That's a normal thing.

After all, in order to maintain that elusive bright future, they were facing death every single moment.

………….

The City of Hope Tavern has become the liveliest place in the entire City of Hope.

Regardless of day or night.

One by one, the displaced people, after returning alive once again, come here to numb their senses with that unique rye liquor.

Is there really any hope?

"This shitty world!"

These words came from a human musketeer who was crawling on a round table, muttering with red eyes.

Just yesterday.

He was released from prison because he had served in the garrison.

After being given a simple set of equipment, he kicked himself into the Rotten Lands.

The situation of those who have lost their homes is not good.

Firstly, they are locked onto by the Crimson Moon, meaning that even after escaping their former homeland, they can only move within the planes surrounding the Rotten Lands.

Secondly, there is the ever-present pollution; as escaped survivors, the evil gods have never truly left them.

“They saw it.”

Then this matter will not end; there must be a result.

"First came the cultists, then the monsters that were summoned and transformed, and finally, a spatial passage leading to the realm of evil gods and the land of decay was opened."

A vast number of monsters poured out from behind the passage.

And so began the endless war.

This poor musketeer only arrived in the City of Hope yesterday.

He was very lucky.

They were recruited by a young military nobleman of relatively high quality, a steadfast believer who returned with ideals.

This is my first time leaving the City of Hope. I've entered the wilderness.

The young military nobleman seemed very excited.

"We will reclaim our homeland, and restore our former glory from those monsters!"

Then he died.

His skull was crushed by a passing behemoth of flesh and blood, as if it were a sunflower seed.

Musketeers had seen such flesh-and-blood behemoths.

In that tide of flesh and blood that swept across the wilderness and enveloped the entire city.

He was not like that young military nobleman; he was unaware of the stories that had happened long ago, nor did he feel that this damned place was his true home.

He was just a pathetic coward who was scared out of his wits.

In that bloody tide, such a behemoth appeared, easily destroying the towering city walls, and he witnessed his companions die one by one.

Overwhelmed with unspeakable fear, he fled the lines and escaped home.

He survived.

But he would rather die.

After the tide of blood and flesh receded, he was dragged out of the house by his former companions and hung high in front of the church like a dead dog.

He went from being a guardian of the city to a pathetic coward.

Everything is ruined.

His wife left him, taking the children with her.

The citizens he had once protected also greeted him with rotten eggs and stones.

After being hung up high for three days, he, who had not died, was imprisoned.

Finally, it was sent here.

I saw that terrifying, fleshy behemoth once again.

Before officially arriving here.

A priest received him.

"You will be forgiven for everything."

The priest made this promise to him.

At that moment, he knelt down with immense emotion and kissed the priest's shoes.

Silently tell yourself.

"I will never be a coward this time!"

Think so.

Until they encountered that fleshy behemoth once again.

This time, his performance wasn't much better than the last.

His new teammates all died at the hands of the behemoth.

Of the group, only he returned alive.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid of being urinated on in a terrifying way.

Or perhaps that fleshy behemoth really liked his terrified and struggling appearance.

In short, he survived.

He came to understand himself.

"A coward without courage."

He sat dejectedly in the tavern, gulping down large mouthfuls of rye liquor.

It was finished very quickly.

Feel the pocket.

There's not a single penny left.

After realizing his true self, he felt that he could no longer live without alcohol.

There is no wine.

"Should we go outside the city?"

I hesitated for a moment.

"It's still a bit scarier without alcohol."

At least he had some alcohol, so he felt like he was still alive.

Tomorrow, an exploration team composed of all sorts of lucky guys will set off again.

He will also be involved.

Once you get here, you have no other choice.

"Can not go back."

From the moment I arrived here, there was no possibility of regret.

"What a shitty world!"

In the City of Hope.

A drunkard, completely out of control, swayed back and forth, muttering angrily.

(End of this chapter)