In the vibrant Hundred Yue Province, at scenic Bun Port, Pari sat on a steel rebar frame a meter above the ground, wearing a hard hat beneath the blazing sun and working with his welding torch.
There was no war or plague here, nor any foolish Thiel. There was only the vicious sun, the irritating mosquitoes and flies. Compared to Batoa Province, which was trapped in a living hell, it felt as though they were separated not by a single planet, but by a starry sky several light-years wide.
In truth, aside from the wide variety of insects, this place was quite livable.
Its only flaw was that fertile land inevitably made people lazy and slack.
Just two months had made him completely forget his half-year military career. He no longer thought about things like "for His Excellency the Marshal" or "fight for the land beneath the sun."
After all, that shipping container had left far too deep an impression on him...
"Have some water."
A pleasant voice came from beside him, like the wind blowing over the grasslands of Batoa Province in spring.
Looking at the bottle of water offered to him, Pari wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave the girl handing it to him a sunny, cheerful smile.
"Thanks."
The girl nodded with a blush, muttered something under her breath, then stuffed a boxed meal into his arms before hurrying away.
Pari watched her retreating figure all the way. He watched her stop at the street corner and look back, watched her flee shyly when their gazes met, and only then smiled as he unscrewed the cap and took a drink.
She was not an unparalleled beauty, but she was petite and lovely. He never grew tired of her rosy cheeks, so completely unlike the girls