Headmaster Aiven of Demon Lord Academy had indeed been frighteningly prescient—Thunder City's citizens really were all softies.
Following Sheriff A De Lai, Mr. Jack of Underground Street had also seized hold of the future.
And this guy apparently hadn't even needed to put in much effort himself? He'd suddenly achieved enlightenment.
Leon couldn't help suspecting that perhaps his hidden Charm stat was actually absurdly high? No, that wasn't right.
There didn't seem to be anything to doubt about that.
In any case, Leon was fairly satisfied with his work, though it was still far too early for complacency.
His most urgent task was to retake the first floor of the dungeon as quickly as possible, and the best window for a decisive battle against the four-legged lizards would be three days from now.
According to his calculations, by then, more than a hundred players would have reached Black Iron rank!
After their trials in the dungeon, these players were already capable of forming an effective fighting force!
And that wasn't all. As long as the net gain in Faith Points remained above 1,000 over the next three days, he could produce another wave of cannon fodder soldiers by then!
For now, though, he needed to practice the dragon language he'd just learned and master a few more unexpected trump cards...
It was late autumn, the skies were clear and crisp, and the outskirts of Silverpine Town shone in brilliant gold.
The busiest season of the year had just passed, and the harvest festival would soon arrive. At last, a hint of a smile had appeared on people's tense faces, and when they prayed before the statues, their gratitude was a little more sincere.
Praise Saint Siss.
Praise the omnipotent Emperor.
Thanks to the holy light that illuminated the world,