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The Second Acropolis of Constantinople was the furthest defensive structure from the Huge Mountain Station.

Describing it as a city seems inappropriate. This place has two natural ecological reserves, with two ancient city walls as the main structures. These two city walls stretch for more than 400 kilometers. According to the cuneiform script on the city walls, scholars of the Arcane Library have determined that this place once belonged to another ancient civilization— the Sumer civilization.

These ancient city walls stand at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, an ocean beneath an ocean, an abyss beneath an abyss.

"Based on ancient king biographies recorded in cuneiform script, as well as a series of heroic legends, these walls were built to fight against the mad beasts infected by the Vita Imprint."

"This is my homeland, War King."

Outside the car window stretched a continuous, broken mountain range, with bridges connecting various settlements, where human civilization flourished.

Inside the car window sat a beautiful young woman with brown skin and white hair. She had just closed Google Translate. She wore a rough linen robe over a Flash Butterfly Armor -patterned dress. The logo on her helmet represented Inanna, the moon goddess in Sumer mythology, depicted as a goddess riding a lion and holding a long whip.

"The earliest tools in the world were stones and sticks, then ropes, which in human hands became slingshots and arrows, and from then on we climbed to the throne of the top predator."

The woman sat across from the War King, gazing out the window at the vast, jagged Blade Peaks and the numerous suspension bridges that strung between them. Without these bridges, the people of Constantinople would be unable to leave their homeland, and outsiders would be unable to enter. Over 700 kilometers of Unmanned Zone lay between them, a complex and treacherous terrain too difficult for humankind to traverse.

"Long time no see."

The lady extended her hand to the War King as a friendly greeting upon their long-awaited reunion.

Glory looked completely bewildered. "Excuse me, I have a bad memory. May I ask who you are?"

To be honest, she didn't remember the VIP's name.

--During her campaigns, she helped many people, whose names were difficult to remember, especially those who spoke less common languages, were of African descent, or were Semitic people from the Middle East, whose names were complex and difficult to pronounce.

As for that Flash Butterfly Armor, Glory still vaguely remembered it.

"Yuk Yuka"

The woman removed her helmet, revealing her true face, and exclaimed with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "Yukrili Anunnaki!"

Glory: "Oh oh oh oh! Oh! Oh!"

Whether your memory is good or not, we can find this name in the previous chapters, let's review it.

After dealing with Pellegrini Tuan, Xue Ming recuperated in a sanatorium. This VIP climbed onto the sanatorium window, intending to cross the 9527 and find Jiang Xueming directly—but was later kicked off the building by the nameless mistress.

To be serious, this is Xiao Qi's love rival, a shameless mistress, and the gunsmith's suitor.

When it comes to matters of the heart, feel free to call in and express your opinions passionately in the comments section.

However, this journey was arranged by Mr. Wood. If the War King wants to return to the Nine Realms and his family, he must go with Ms. Yukrili.

Several years ago, Constantinople was under the control of the Madness Butterfly Sect, and its people suffered greatly. Resources were scarce, and transportation was inconvenient. There was only one railway connecting it to the main station of several acropolises, and even that required the psionic assistance of VIPs.

This civilized city-state, nestled against the shattered wasteland, needs a magical guardian to build a bridge. Its unique geographical environment is similar to that of the Shinto City. It is located on the edge of a plateau where the Atlantic Ocean meets North America. The activity of the earth's veins causes heavy metals in the soil to break through the rocks, turning into flat, wavy blades.

More than 1,700 meters below the cliff, warm, humid, and saline sea breezes emerge from the underground ocean, causing these minerals to oxidize and corrode, eventually turning the land into a scarred and broken landscape.

While basic necessities in Constantinople are not guaranteed, it is also a rich source of resources, and the Abyssal Railway will not abandon this place.

Yukri Anunnaki is the guardian of Constantinople. Her psychic powers can help build bridges for railway transportation. She has little combat ability and, under persecution by the Madness Butterfly Sect, she had no choice but to flee her homeland and seek help at the Huge Mountain Station.

The nameless man and the Ming De responded to her, and together with the bridge engineer, they went to the Acropolis of Constantine, destroyed three Zero Platform, and turned this hell into a human world again.

For Ms. Yukri, the nameless leader was not only her savior but also a great philanthropist who transformed her hometown. The gunsmith's shadow had become a part of her life, almost irreplaceable, just as a literary youth always has a white moonlight in their heart.

Even upon receiving news of the gunsmith's marriage, Ms. Yukri felt no disappointment or loss.

Jiang Xueming couldn't understand these foreigners' views on love at all; the cultural differences between them were too great.

Yukri didn't understand or care about terms like "distance," "politeness," or "married man."

It's important to know that in relatively underdeveloped Constantinople, in these closed and isolated human settlements, many tribes still practice polygamy or polyandry. For families that can successfully give birth here, every new life is hard-won, and families that can have two or three children are regarded as heroic fathers and heroic mothers by the tribal chiefs.

This VIP's name comes from a four-string Hawaiian guitar, reflecting her fiery personality. Anunnaki is the name of a deity in Sumer civilization. She displayed extraordinary psychic talent from a young age, and her parents regarded her as a child bestowed by the gods, so they abandoned their own surname.

"I remember now." Glory finally remembered the name.

Yukri squinted, her naturally albino pink eyes carrying a strange smile, "I've learned to speak Chinese, so you don't remember me?"

Glory: "With so much time and so many people, you're bound to forget some things."

Yukri crossed her arms and, while talking, blew out tiny bubbles from her mouth.

"--So you do remember this, right?"

These bubbles, carrying iridescent colors, flew onto the table, wrapped around the cutlery, and slowly floated up.

This is the power of Ms. Yukrili's soul. She became a morpho butterfly very early, even earlier than Hasben Madison, possessing this strange bubble spirit at the age of fifteen.

The substances these bubbles come into contact with will gain the ability to float, which is completely different from the domineering ability of Kang Que to control gravity - Yukri can only make objects float, and the load-bearing capacity is limited, and objects weighing more than seventy kilograms cannot float.

With the help of psychic powers, this high-achieving student from Constantinople naturally became the guardian of her hometown. She could observe the condition of roads and bridges between cliffs, lay the most basic structural framework for road construction, and direct the intellectually challenged workers of Wool Sheep to build bridges in complex terrains that were difficult for machines and manpower to reach.

These dreamlike soap bubbles carry Yukri's dreams. Every quarter, following the movement of natural ocean currents, road and bridge traffic around Constantinople is damaged. Yukri has to rush to these places, leading her fellow villagers and the transport department staff to mend and repair the damage, linking the settlements together and restoring electricity and the internet to the people in the settlements.

These "islands" standing on the broken Blade's Edge Mountains make up Constantinople. Its name comes from Constantine I, the Sumer ruins discovered by outsiders. Amazed by the tenacious vitality of the local natives, they thought it was another new Rome and mistakenly believed it to be the origin of underground Western civilization, thus giving it this name.

When Glory saw the familiar soap bubbles, she couldn't help but tense up.

--Her impression of Yukri was still from a few years ago, when the gunsmith led his brothers from the warband, following this girl to this Unmanned Zone. Along the way, Yukri was either marveling at the Abyssal Railway's weaponry and combat capabilities or thanking the warriors for their heroic deeds.

Besides these, there were also unbridled requests for kisses and courtship.

"I'm already married."

Glory emphasized again--

"--I have four children, calm down."

"I know, I know," Ms. Yukri nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "I know that in your country, it seems that monogamy is the norm. When I was learning Chinese, I often found it easier to learn by reading history books."

Her Chinese is not very fluent, and she speaks very slowly.

"Your... that... that wife of yours, she's very beautiful, very beautiful."

When talking about Xiao Qi, Yukri didn't show any aggression. Instead, she acted like a student appreciating art, like someone who had entered a museum.

"Is your monogamy system real? Is it the monogamy I envision?"

Glory didn't understand the riddle. "Huh?"

"Exactly, exactly," Yukri continued, "I have a wife and a husband, this is monogamy."

"No!" Glory exclaimed, both amused and exasperated. "No, no, no!"

Yukri: "Isn't that right?"

Glory: "No."

Yukri: "Last time she kicked me out the window, she had a husband. This time you come here to ride in the car, she has a wife, doesn't she?"

Glory: "No! No."

Yukri was still a little confused about the relationship between the gunsmith and the War King.

Mr. Plark explained the power of the pinky to her in both Chinese and English. In this VIP's understanding, Glory seemed to be a byproduct of some kind of psychic ritual. She believed that the War King was someone else who would occasionally manifest in the Gunsmith's body, like a manifestation of the Holy Spirit.

In Constantinople, the descendants of the Sumer civilization regarded psychic energy as natural spirits in the universe, something foreign rather than a product of self-transformation. The fact that Yukrili's spirit power does not possess a complete human form is also related to this concept.

"Plark, you want me to help you get your manhood back, is that right?" Yukri asked, explaining her mission.

Glory: "Hmm."

Ms. Yukri continued, "I need you to come back and take another look at this road."

Glory gazed out the window at the railway winding through the mountains, rising into the deep, dark sky. There were four or five hundred meters between the two peaks, and below lay the shimmering ocean.

These natural light sources didn't exist a few years ago.

"Where does the light come from?" Glory asked curiously.

Ms. Yukri pulled two telescopes from under the table and handed one to the War King.

"Look, Panini, Panini!"

On the far horizon, above the undulating waves, clusters of luminous jellyfish float.

This Unmanned Zone area has a relatively complete ecosystem. The complex mineral veins have created a special geomagnetic and electric field environment. The little jellyfish that originally lived in the Rare People Mansion seem to have migrated here and are singing their silent songs once again.

They were concentric geometric shapes radiating outwards, following the faint arcs of light, shining on the water's surface and transforming into various patterns of light. They communicated with each other using the most basic mathematical logic and patterns, and these light sources became streetlights in the darkness.

Glory was so engrossed in watching that she seemed to forget everything she was saying.

"It wasn't there before," Yukri said. "It wasn't there before, but it's here now."

After Zero Platform disappeared, the root of this Spirit Calamity was eradicated, and the decrease in the concentration of Spirit Calamity allowed this Unmanned Zone to regain a place for fragile life.

Every forty kilometers or so on the ocean, you can see a temporary rest stop, mainly for the transportation department's line workers and maintenance personnel, as well as artificial nests for the Wool Sheep. You can see the smoke from mobile food trucks, so there are probably also scavengers there.

"Glory, that's wonderful!" Yukrily beamed, then asked, "Should I call you Gunsmith, or Glory? A little earlier, just a little earlier."

She finally felt awkward in Chinese, so she switched to English, which was the first foreign language she learned and was much more fluent than Chinese.

I received news of your death; I can't believe it.

Glory: "I'm sorry, you must be very sad?"

Yukri pursed her lips, tears suddenly welling in her eyes. "I'm so, so, so heartbroken. I can't believe that someone so strong, so resilient, so healthy, like a warrior of steel, could suddenly collapse. I told my sisters about it right away, but none of them believed me."

Glory: "These sisters? What's going on?"

"Here! Here! Here!" Yukri opened her phone's social media apps. She had a group on Little Blue, and three groups on Weibo, WeChat, and Little Red in the Chinese internet space, plus various other apps. This girl was quite the hardcore surfer. "We're all like-minded, we're all like-minded!"

This "shared interest" is quite interesting.

Glory looked around; ladies from all over the world who had connections to gunsmiths were here.

They had all received some form of help from the anonymous person, and you could even see Duran and Flavia's social media accounts. Just now, Flavia was sharing the sugar factory's new products.

Glory was so shocked she blurted out, "WTF?"

This group of female fans, gathered by the gunsmith through his good deeds, would be a huge assassination list in Xiao Qi's eyes. Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle.

"Did I scare you?" Yukri looked guilty and quickly turned off her phone. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I have writing on my body."

She showed her arm; Teacher Victor had already prepared a message.

[The secret of the pinky finger must not be revealed to anyone other than the gunsmith.]

"Let's get down to business." Glory breathed a sigh of relief, "How am I supposed to get home?"

"Yukili said excitedly."

"You'll understand once you get Mr. Plark's letter."

The Second Acropolis has completely changed.

When the train arrived at the station, Glory went straight to the luggage storage area. The last time she came to this station, it didn't have a roof; now it had been covered with a suspended ceiling shaped like an eggshell.

The platform has been renovated and widened into three lanes, allowing simultaneous traffic to the First and Third Acropolises, as well as a maintenance lane.

There used to be no luggage storage here. The Transportation Department has added at least a hundred people to its staff, and most of the customers are itinerant traders from the mining industry who come here to do business and discuss procurement.

The road signs were originally in cuneiform and Latin, with very little English text; now they're bilingual (Chinese and English). The receptionist waved to War King as soon as she saw him arrive.

"Come this way! Mr. Plark has already given the instructions!"

Glory arrived at the counter of the storage room and saw two Silver Bay's employees exchange a glance before rushing to the alley entrance to call their companions and spread the news to the neighborhood. This was a rule set by Leslie: no matter where they were, Beggar Clan disciples would always follow the Nameless One.

A short while later, a box was delivered from the storage area, with a letter attached to it.

Glory opened the letter, took the suitcase, and without any attempt to hide it, found a small restaurant nearby and sat down with Eukary.

"Your Excellency War King, you have traversed most of Europe and arrived at the farthest point of the underground railway."

"This place was once a wasteland of civilization. I imagine Shambhala is even more barbaric and backward than this, so I wanted you to prepare yourself mentally. Come back and see how things have changed in a few years."

"Time is a truly magical thing; all our efforts have not been in vain, which is wonderful."

"I had Ms. Yukri accompany you on this journey because I wanted to tell you from a different perspective that the gunsmith's death wasn't such a bad thing. After all, you've destroyed over three hundred dens of iniquity, transforming yourself from a teenage killer into a mature woman killer—less trouble, more peace. That's the attitude of a person who lives a peaceful life, isn't it?"

"The box I left for you contains three fake identities. You can choose one you like, and then return to your familiar life."

"One of them is a private butler. No one will care if you return to Bai Qingqing's side in this capacity. I will explain the reason at the end."

"The other is a psychologist. I've prepared medical documentation for Bai Qingqing regarding the Vita Imprint and a series of aftereffects. Her Madness Index is too high; she needs frequent psychological counseling."

"The last option is teaching, which allows you to return to Galahad. However, if you're too career-driven and want to go back to teaching immediately, you might need to undergo surgery. I don't recommend this option."

"As you can see, I am also an immortal being. When I walk in the world, I need a lot of fake documents and fake identities. I have a lot of experience faking my death. My career path for these professions, including my parents' stories, childhood photos, and growth trajectory, has all been arranged."

"After your funeral, Paramount Entertainment Company will host a [Gunsmith Impersonator Show] this Christmas, at the Nameless Man's Bar. Red Sister will organize it to commemorate our hero—just like commemorating Michael Jackson."

"If you're lucky enough, you should be able to come in second place in the gunsmith impersonation contest. I'm sure there's always someone who looks more like you than you do."

"Choose your new identity, embark on this journey back to the Nine Realms, and you will pass through all the corresponding stations prepared in the three plans. You will then obtain the inheritance left to you by your parents and read your life story."

"Together with Ms. Yukri, find Little Finger and transform back into a male. Have her use her dreamlike soul power, like a soap bubble, to temporarily de-gravity you. Without the influence of gravity, like a baby born in space, your bones will deform. During the rebirth process, you may become shorter or taller, your skeleton will undergo some subtle changes, and your bone density will also be affected. You will need to slowly adapt to this new body."

"You will become a true nobody, an utterly nameless nobody."