There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 548, The Highly Anticipated Address
A relaxing trip.

Lena's office was occupied once again.

A new sign has appeared on the table.

[Glory Beastmaster: Xiao Yang (4th Place)]

He gently adjusted the golden plaque.

He grinned.

Meanwhile, the God of Radiance asked Xiao Yang a question, puzzled.

"Didn't you go fishing?"

With just a simple sentence, the smile that had been hanging on his face froze.

………….

A new round of exploration is about to begin.

This expansion will push the City of Hope's control outwards until it reaches the Devouring Stomach, the Ghost Cave, and the God of War.

Occupy the vacant areas created by these three parties.

Such expansion will come to a halt when it encounters an evil god entrenched in the land once again.

On a side note.

After encountering Xiao Yang, the Ghost Cave could not even hold out as long as its surrounding force, the Netherworld Cave.

Xiao Yang's enlightenment in the demonic path.

The founder of the Ghost Cave, where the dead were scattered and in disarray, was a core disciple who angrily left the Ghost Cave.

The two sides must not have had a very pleasant time at that time.

You can tell from the names of these two forces.

As an outer force, the Netherworld Cave even surpasses the Ghost Cave in name.

However, such unpleasantness didn't matter much after Xiao Yang arrived.

After the destruction of the Netherworld Cave, Xiao Yang retrieved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which had been nurtured for countless years, from its ruins.

It was refined into the dark blue battle flag that is now carried on his back.

Then, carrying this battle flag, they stormed into the Ghost World.

Everything carries a subtle sense of destiny.

Something I wanted to avoid, I couldn't avoid in the end.

Before a new round of expansion begins.

Xiao Yang needed to stand on high ground and be watched by all the "people" gathered under the banner of the City of Hope.

He is that flag.

People yearn to witness any major event or momentous occasion.

However, Xiao Yang felt somewhat uneasy.

On the ruins of the war fortress, as he planted the banner of the fallen heroes, countless figures emerged from the now-cleaned battlefield.

The bodies were all taken away.

The weapons and the twisted steel were also taken away.

On the uneven, potholed land.

One by one, blurry figures emerged, raised their heads, and looked at themselves.

At that moment, Xiao Yang didn't know what to say.

To be honest, he has to admit how serious the pollution is on him.

Such pollution has almost irreversibly seeped into his body and soul.

It reached an alarming level.

Anyone with a basic understanding of mysticism or evil gods would likely be utterly astonished and gape upon witnessing Xiao Yang's existence.

With such a concentration of pollution, Xiao Yang could be anything, but as a human being, it was really quite strange.

In these past few days, Xiao Yang did try to rest during that long-awaited period of relaxation.

Whenever I'm seriously injured and my body is broken, taking a nap is always a good way to relieve the pain.

But during this period of time.

He had some trouble sleeping.

When I close my eyes, I can always see another version of myself laughing at me.

When I close my eyes, I always feel like I've transformed into a different person, looking down on everything from a high vantage point.

This made him somewhat less confident.

There's no escaping it today.

Everyone in the City of Hope was looking forward to this day.

The war had only just ended.

A new mobilization is about to begin.

………….

This time, due to the absence of the Scarlet Slaughterers, it was once again a demonstration of "a dead pig doesn't fear boiling water."

She straightened her posture.

We're very close to reaching the platform.

Xiao Yang heard it; he heard the sounds that were surging through the city.

I couldn't hear it very clearly.

The sounds of bustling activity.

Xiao Yang prepared himself, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

For some inexplicable reason, he seemed to hear a mocking laugh ring out out of nowhere.

It comes from myself in the mirror.

He heard her whispered words clearly.

"They call themselves saviors, but who pushed those guys onto the battlefield?"

These words made Xiao Yang pause in his actions.

silence.

He should be adjusting his collar at this moment.

Like the ribbons on the outside of a gift box.

It is presented in a refined style.

Since we cannot wear armor.

So this formal dress can also show off that soaring nobility.

Xiao Yang did not object to this attire.

After all, if you think about it carefully, what if you were really wearing a white casual t-shirt, black cropped casual pants, and a pair of oversized loose sandals?

This doesn't seem like a good idea either.

The movement paused, time passed, until Lena appeared beside him at some unknown time.

Xiao Yang knew it was time for him to go on stage.

My gaze fell on the mirror in front of me.

He saw himself.

Those sharp words did not ring out again.

Stand up.

For some reason, I feel inexplicably irritable.

This restlessness became increasingly difficult to suppress as the date of the performance drew closer.

They paused right in front of the entrance.

He let out a deep breath.

He forcefully pulled open the collar that was already undone, revealing a pale chest covered with strange patterns.

Take a step forward.

"Then."

"Unexpected."

"Perhaps it wasn't so unexpected."

"We shouldn't waver on this matter."

"But that's not surprising."

"He is, after all, only a human being, not a true god."

It allows people to breathe a sigh of relief.

Stand on the high platform.

In the pale, cold sunlight.

The time is now.

"noon."

This should have been a time for rest and meals.

But it just so happens that this presentation happened to be held.

"This is a huge deal!"

No one wants to miss out.

Many people even started gathering here as early as last night.

For a good position.

Hungry but patient, without a trace of restlessness, they waited.

From the returning Salvation Army soldiers to the city management employees, to the first survivors, to the displaced people who had only recently arrived in the City of Hope.

A dense crowd of figures waited for Xiao Yang.

At this moment, the restlessness and confusion in my heart seemed to have found an answer.

Stand on that high platform.

Wearing those gorgeous, exquisite, and noble clothes.

His bare chest made him seem like a rough warrior running near the dimensional gate.

He was thin and frail, not robust at all, and even seemed so light that he looked about to collapse.

It seems that many aspects are not quite in line with that.

But it was at this very moment that Xiao Yang stood on the high platform.

Cheers erupted.

At that moment, Xiao Yang knew what he had to say.

He took a deep breath.

"victory!"

"forward!"

(End of this chapter)