My magic panel is too numerical.

"You're too pragmatic, Pharos."

Miss Crow seemed to disagree, and launched into a lengthy discourse:

"Those great beings never know whether their efforts will be rewarded before they achieve their goals. For example, the 'Third Holy King,' one of the founding monarchs, once said famous sayings such as 'One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand' and 'Moon Shadow City was not built in a day.'"

"The reason why those great miracles were able to happen at the beginning of the nation was because a group of passionate young people who 'knew it was impossible but did it anyway' built an empire on the wasteland."

Pharos recalled that he had found it in the library before.

This legendary Third Holy King was the founder of Moonshadow City. He is said to have died on the eve of dawn, a tragic end.

Hmm? Sounds a bit like a time traveler from the past?

That's pretty exciting... If he really is a time traveler, then he should be like me, someone who doesn't know much about science and engineering.

After all, the Industrial Revolution didn't occur until more than four hundred years after the establishment of the empire.

Sure enough, science doesn't involve time travel, and time travel doesn't involve science.

Various thoughts flashed through Pharos's mind.

He is a mature person and doesn't like being lectured.

But this did not prevent him from developing a strong interest in this third holy king.

…………

Go home.

Hungry Pharos opened the door, but didn't smell the usual aroma of dinner, and felt a little disappointed.

Looking around, I found that only Uncle Anthony was sitting at the table.

"You're back?"

"Good evening, Uncle. Has Auntie not come back yet?" Pharos raised an eyebrow. Logically speaking, Auntie shouldn't be working overtime today.

"She's back! She and your sister are at Rune Restaurant in the town center. We just made a reservation. I'm waiting for you at home. Let's go together." Anthony said with a smile.

"What's going on? Rune Restaurant, that's very expensive!"

Pharos was stunned for a moment. Since he transmigrated, he had only taken his sister and Miss Daisy there once. The three of them ate 100 runes, and that was even with Pharos trying his best to restrain himself from ordering.

"Hey, what's expensive!" Anthony said with the satisfaction of a father watching his son succeed. "I heard about what happened today, you did me a huge favor!"

"We're all family, why be so polite?" Pharos said with a smile.

Anthony was momentarily dazed, and his eyes began to redden slightly again.

Looking back, when Pharos first arrived at this family home, he was extremely reserved, being careful in everything he did—eating, sleeping, and so on. Anthony had told him then, "We're all family, why be so polite?"

He suppressed a nasal tone and calmly asked, "Um... do you know Serena Moretti?"

"I guess you could say we know each other."

"How's the relationship?"

"We were at odds for a while, but we reconciled later, and things are going pretty well now."

Pharos felt that Miss Serena was a reasonable girl. Although Mr. Luca's matter had created a rift between them, they remained within the bounds of reason.

"Did she step in to help?" Anthony asked doubtfully.

He kept a newspaper clutched in his hand; it was a report from the Corleone textile factory that morning.

The report was vague, only stating that the factory manager, Charles, was hung from a street lamp in the factory area, and his son, Charlie, was stabbed to death on the spot.

Such tyranny is clearly the work of a gang.

Under pressure, Roman, the eldest son of the Corleone family, announced that the Corleone family's businesses would unilaterally adjust the eight-hour workday.

Selena was so polite to Anthony, it must be because Selena had helped him... Anthony guessed.

No! Uncle Anthony, the truth is I killed that scumbag father and son with my own hands… Pharos thought to himself, but didn’t say it aloud. He nodded slightly and gave the credit to Serena.

"Yes, Uncle, not only Serena, Roman is also my ally."

Anthony looked deeply into his nephew's eyes and finally smiled: "My dear nephew, you can never lie to me. I can read in your eyes that you are the one who deserves the most credit for this."

Pharos fell silent.

"Wow, you were just a tiny little thing when you first came home, and now you're all grown up and independent. Time flies!" Anthony sniffed. "After that illness, you've changed a lot and matured a lot. Now you're a real man. Welcome home, Pharos! Come on, let's have a welcome dinner!"

"I'm back... Uncle."

…………

In the North District, night gradually blanketed the sky.

Although far from the city center, this is where the town government is located, along with the town court, the town prosecutor's office, the theater, the civic park, and the famous Corleone Estate, as well as brothels.

Vanessa particularly liked this place because it was a popular spot for high-quality men.

As it gets closer to the end of the workday, it's the perfect time to spot a good prey.

The dark alleyways, with their bright lights and bustling activity, are a hub for illicit industries.

Just now, another man was successfully preyed upon by Vanessa and collapsed to the ground, limp and powerless.

"Something that doesn't exist... it only lasted ten seconds?" Vanessa straightened her disheveled clothes and said disdainfully, "Not even as good as that young master Roman..."

She was tall and slender, wearing a tight-fitting tulle dress, her eyes sweeping over each man in formal attire with a dreamy look, her face full of allure.

She doesn't need makeup, because every man who sees her face will automatically picture her as the object of his desire.

This is her ability, or more precisely, the ability of her "companion".

Therefore, all she needs to do is shamelessly pull her shirt down to a level that will pass censorship, and a steady stream of high-quality men will come to her.

At that moment, a dangerous unease suddenly surged within her.

He turned around abruptly and looked behind him.

A strange sound came from the depths of the dark alley.

"They're about to die, yet they're still indulging in debauchery."

The voice sounded like a medley of countless voices, men, women, and children, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

A withered white figure slowly emerged from the shadows, with a few faces scattered across its body.

"Who do we have here? It's 'Faceless'." Vanessa's gaze was dangerous and disdainful. "You look very weak. What? You're afraid to even see my true form?"

She was trying to appear calm.

From the moment Vanessa stepped into the town, she felt she was being watched; the white giant before her was a being far stronger than herself.

"How do you know my true form didn't come?" the white giant retorted.

"Huh?" Vanessa's expression changed instantly, and she immediately became alert to her surroundings.

"Tch, she's just a bluffing hussy."

A mocking expression appeared on the faceless white giant's face, and a wave of oppressive pressure rippled from his illusory, repetitive voice.

"You're not going to kill me?" Vanessa paused, looking cautiously at the white giant.

She lowered her center of gravity, her fingers touching the ground in a semi-prone position, revealing the gorgeous lace behind her.

"I'm here to remind you to keep a low profile; the church is watching you." The white giant looked at the flustered woman with a hint of amusement.

"Hmph~ I trespassed into your hunting grounds, isn't it you who wants me dead the most?" Vanessa probed.

"You're not a threat to me, and your survival is still useful to me."

"Looks like...you've run into trouble?" Hearing this, Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

"A few hardships...it's none of your business." The white giant's eerie, faceless face scrutinized the woman for a moment. "Let's go! A powerful opponent is coming."

"Thank you for reminding me..."

With that, Vanessa ran off without looking back.

In a moment, they disappeared into the dark alley.