As evening approached, the sky was clear and serene.
A few white clouds hung lazily at the edge of the sky, looking rather mischievous.
This was also the moment when the sunlight was at its most docile. Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes as he sat at the highest point of Bald Head Ridge Fortress, feeling the specks of golden light leaping between his fingers. They seemed as if they could turn into tiny kittens at any moment—harmless, amusing, and full of energy.
This was a rare moment of relaxation for him over the past few days. He did not need to think about anything; he could simply sit here and watch the sunset.
From that perspective, he did not resent the National Team's arrival.
No one would refuse the safety that came from having someone behind them.
All right, that sounded a little affected, but at least for the moment, he no longer had to worry about harassment from the demon soldiers.
The most difficult mission could actually be passed so comfortably.
However, Zhang Yang also understood that the National Team's arrival would place an invisible shackle around him.
That was unavoidable, because he had anticipated it long ago.
From the first time he triggered the village-building mission, the mission data had already described it. He simply had not dared to think too deeply about it at the time.
Back then, Earth's Civilization Code had already been deciphered by more than seventeen percent. That alone explained the problem.
Afterward, he encountered quite a few fellow Earthlings. That, too, meant the National Team was bound to appear.
The Earth governments could not possibly stay out of it.
It concerned Earth's Civilization Code. When the nest was overturned, no one could remain uninvolved. No one could say that this had nothing to