There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 610, The Wanderer Who Has Finded Relief

There's always a little bit of regret.

Little Jarl went home, just like when he set off, taking the creaking train back. The distance wasn't far, but it felt like stepping into a completely new world.

Wheat seedlings have already been planted on the newly reclaimed land behind the front lines.

The city planner seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder; every inch of land, every field ridge and road, was planned to be perfectly square.

When he set off, he was just a young soldier; by the time he returned, he had become a highly regarded and outstanding rising star in the military.

Old Jarl had been waiting anxiously in front of the station with his son, Jarl the father of young Jarl.

Even those city gentry who would normally tremble at the mere sight of them were now visiting with smiles and various gifts a few days ago.

"The fate of the Jarl family is about to change."

I felt somewhat uneasy.

The wounded Salvation Army soldiers, mostly young men, were brought back to Hope City some time ago, train after train.

Old Jarl, who had ruthlessly sent his last grandson to the battlefield, secretly went to see the scene. After returning, he couldn't even hold his pipe properly.

Finally, this day has come.

A large crowd gathered in front of the station. Today was an important day, and people waited patiently, their eyes fixed on the empty entrance.

Until that wailing sound began.

The most anxious and uneasy moment is when the train pulls into the station. The doors open, and figures jump out of the train, raising their heads.

Until finally, I saw that familiar figure.

Instead of rushing to the car door, Little Jar took a deep breath and composed himself in front of the window where his reflection was faintly visible.

"grandfather!"

Waving his arms, with a happy expression on his face.

A hunched figure rushed over.

Old Jarl often complained about his son, Jarl, saying he was useless. But anyone with eyes could see that the two were very similar. They were father and son, with reddish skin, rough hands, and the same hunched back.

"Like someone who digs for food in the dirt."

Rough hands carefully explored his son's body.

There was nothing missing, nor were there any overly obvious, gruesome scars; this is the origin of the title "Lucky Jarl".

Little Jarl walked toward Old Jarl.

In fact, old Jarl has always preferred his older grandson. This is not a matter of favoritism, but rather a choice and strategy made out of necessity.

The barren apple tree, with only a few branches, grows on equally barren sandy soil, yet it produces two flowers, leaving it with no choice but to select one.

This is a very practical philosophy, and it's also why old Jarl is now far away.

But whatever.

"Grandpa! I'm back!"

Starting today, things will be different; it started with little Jarl.

Suddenly, a municipal administrator appeared behind me with a kind smile on his face.

More subsidies, welfare positions, and preferential treatment came with Jarl's return.

At that moment, old Jarl, that slippery old man, took several dry puffs at his cigarette butt, which was not even lit.

"Good, good, good!"

Three good things in a row.

Such scenes were not limited to Jair's family; in fact, the same scenes were constantly occurring throughout the station.

That's why so many people are willing to do anything for that slogan.

Shouting.

"The great savior!"

He truly could bring everything. Xiao Yang never felt he had done anything more; he even felt he still owed them something. This wasn't surprising, because, to put it another way, what were those conscripted Salvation Army soldiers? They were a blood tax!
For that hope that was too distant for them, Xiao Yang was levying a blood tax on them, at the cost of their lives.

This situation also reflects Xiao Yang's awkwardness to some extent.

But that's not actually the case!
His existence changed a lot of things, really a lot, and he was also quite... "gentle"?

Although I don't know how to use such words to describe something that hangs in a series...

"World destroyer, world destroyer, genocideer."

"Its murderous aura was so strong it looked like it was about to ignite a blood-red sun."

"Listen to the cries of the losers every moment."

Is it appropriate to use such words to describe Xiao Yang?

But perhaps... "indeed."

In a corner of the station, two figures clad in full armor stood.

A somewhat helpless voice rang out.

"Alright, have you seen enough? If you've seen enough, it's time to get to work."

A steel figure muttered sullenly to its companion, but its words went unanswered.

"Hey! What's going on with you?!"

He waved his arms in dissatisfaction.

"You're so engrossed in watching!"

"To be honest, following you has been unlucky. Every time you went to the battlefield, I got scolded along with you!"

However, there has been no response for a long time.

Suddenly.

A creaking sound rang out.

The motionless steel figure beside it lost its balance and began to tilt. It reached out to steady itself, but failed and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

The noise attracted the attention of many people in the stadium.

But soon, with another armored man waving his arm, the attention that had gathered gradually dissipated.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Soon after, a voice tinged with melancholy rang out.

"Rest in peace. Well then, I truly wish you well."

………….

In a few days, the commendation ceremony will begin. As is customary, Xiao Yang will be present, and it will not only be the commendation ceremony, but also the ceremony for the players who have received special rewards.

Yes, even if the task is completed, when the reward will be received depends on Xiao Yang's attitude. In a normal game, he would probably be criticized for his unfair terms.

But this is a game of receding tide.

"It's alright now!"

"Don't your game characters have their own lives?"

After dealing with the Universal Magic Energy, Xiao Yang immediately went into battle, fighting for quite a while. This caused a lot of things to pile up, but fortunately, there weren't any major problems.

Xiao Yang has finally returned. Although he was slightly injured, it wasn't a big deal.

Although I came back covered in tattoos from head to toe, it's not a big problem. I can just change into something more conservative.

The only thing to worry about is...

He's still asleep.

Lying prostrate in Lena's office, enjoying a blissful, baby-like sleep, our great savior.

(End of this chapter)