Adventure was adventure; a battlefield was a battlefield.
The former might involve danger, but the latter was danger itself.
Tang Qi would rather outwit a group of immortal undead in a dungeon than see a mountain of corpses piled from rotting flesh watered by blood.
He did not care about death, but he cared about the value of death.
Against a Beastfolk army capable of breaking through city walls, individual strength was fundamentally insignificant.
If not for giving the Crackhowl Tribe a fitting ending in his diary, Tang Qi might already have started packing for the journey north, back to Dragon Gold City.
"Ha, adventure isn't suicide. You really are a lot like that Black Snake guy. So when are you leaving?"
"In another two days, once the outpost is settled."
"Waiting for news from the Lord Alliance?"
"Waiting for negotiations between the two Societies."
"Waaah, Mom, I finally found you! You know, for a moment, I really thought you'd gone to see Dad!
I've never even seen what Dad looks like. But luckily Tang Qi and the others helped me act out that wish all the way here, otherwise I wouldn't even have gotten through the gates of Wish Palace and would've grown old and died in Sorrow Market. I swear I'll never run away from home again. I'll stay by your side and take care of you in your old age. I've seen enough of the outside world already. They're all a bunch of black-hearted people scheming against each other. I almost got tricked by the lord of Dragon Gold City and trapped in Deepwell—"
"[Silence Spell]."
Watching the snotty mess crying in Windsor's arms nearly turn into a slime monster, Tang Qi, whose head was throbbing from the noise, felt that Silence Spell was the most practical