League of Legends in Multiverse Chapter 10

Pulling himself together, Lianye turned out from another street corner and entered a somewhat livelier district.

"Jeffrey, the Survey Corps is back. Let's go watch the excitement."

"Pointless. It's always the same—nothing ever comes of it."

Even so, the two whispering young men still headed over to the side of the street to join the crowd.

The news he had happened to overhear piqued Lianye's interest somewhat. The Survey Corps referred to the revolutionaries among humanity: brave soldiers who challenged the Titans beyond the walls with the resolve to die, refusing to endure the humiliation of being caged like livestock.

The Survey Corps had ventured into the Outside Wall Area more than once, but Lianye had no idea which expedition this was—whether it was the one before the story began, or an even earlier one.

—He could only find out by seeing it for himself.

There was no need to deliberately follow those two young men. The part of the district that was gradually growing loud with voices was undoubtedly the route along which the Survey Corps would return.

Lianye steadied himself and walked toward the street where the crowd had gathered.

Zzz, the old book had suddenly been restored. It felt humiliating, like he was being toyed with. Aaaah, Holy Light wanted some peace and quiet, but don't ask who Jingjing was.

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Lianye strolled along the street with a faint, composed smile.

At a glance, no one could tell that he was any different from the residents of Shiganshina District, and naturally, no one noticed anything unusual about this outsider's arrival.

—Of course, anyone who took a close look at the figure beneath that pitch-black robe would still be able to see the difference between Lianye and the vast majority of people in this world.

Most people in this world had typical European features. Their faces were not pale enough to earn them the title of Lucky Emperor, but their malnourished, gaunt, sallow cheeks still revealed the traits of white people.

Blond or brown hair, deep-set eye sockets, prominent cheekbones, and eyes of every color...

These features differed greatly from Lianye, who was Asian. His black hair and black eyes, utterly unremarkable in the real world, might perhaps become his most distinctive traits in this anime world.

Absentmindedly thinking about such matters as he continued down the street, Lianye eventually arrived at the other end of town—the entrance through which the Survey Corps' formation would pass.

The place was already packed solid. People stood along both sides of the street, craning their necks to watch the Survey Corps return. Watching a spectacle was human nature—and human nature could not be taken away.

Standing in one corner of the sea of people, Lianye was able to look directly at the Survey Corps without obstruction thanks to his height.

Yet this spectacle could hardly be called a grand occasion. If one had to find a more fitting term for the scene before them, it would be a tragedy.

Leading the Survey Corps was a commander with dull, heavy-lidded eyes. He wore the Survey Corps' iconic Wings of Freedom uniform and struggled to hold his head high beneath the crowd's scrutiny, yet his face was steeped in dejection.

In other words, they had not returned in triumph as victors to the cheers of the people. They had returned as defeated men, resigned to the people's condemnation.

Lianye's gaze swept across the ranks.

The commander at the front was already one of the better-off ones. At least all four of his limbs were intact, and he appeared uninjured. The soldiers following behind, or being carried on carts and stretchers, were in far more heartbreaking states.

Some had suffered head injuries and were wrapped in thick bandages. Others had lost an arm or a leg outright, clearly having narrowly escaped the jaws of Titans.

Even returning in such grievous condition could be considered fortunate, because there were countless soldiers in the Survey Corps who never came back after a single mission beyond the walls.

Only after truly facing the terror of Titans outside the walls would those daydream-like hopes be utterly crushed.

Thus, compared to fighting spirit and hope, the eyes of these Survey Corps soldiers held far more regret and doubt. They did not need the townspeople to berate them—they themselves had already begun to regret and question whether the Survey Corps' actions held any meaning at all.