Before Belobog's city gates.
A Silvermane Guard looked into the distance and called out warily:
"Who goes there?!"
The surrounding Silvermane Guards heard him and raised their weapons.
In their line of sight—
A fierce bandit in a black hood was carrying an AK and a sack, excitedly escorting a blue-haired man toward them.
Behind him followed a pretty young woman, though her eyes were filled with helplessness.
Sampo could only hold both hands high as he was escorted along.
When he saw the Silvermane Guards ahead, he immediately panicked and hurriedly turned back to the bandit.
"Hey, Boss, those are Silvermane Guards up ahead. We should take a detour!"
"Detour for what? You trying to avoid giving me the rest of the goods? Huh?!"
As he spoke, the bandit pressed the dark muzzle of his gun against Sampo's back.
Sampo: "..."
"You be good, then you be a very, very good citizen!" The bandit gave him a thumbs-up. "There's an old Xianzhou saying: he who grins shall become a mighty man."
Sampo: "..."
The bandit threatened, "I hope you cooperate with our work properly. Otherwise, I have over a dozen types of torture here. I'm sure one of them can pry open your mouth."
Sampo said, "Boss, I've already surrendered. The ones you need to deal with are those Silvermane Guards over there, not me!"
"What Guards?"
"The Silvermane Guards!"
"Silvermane what?"
"The Silvermane Guards!"
The bandit escorted Sampo closer and closer, walking straight up to the Silvermane Guards.
"Stop! Don't move! Who are you people?!" The Silvermane Guards raised their battle axes warily.
Sampo immediately shouted:
"Guards, save me! He stole my things!"
The leading Silvermane Guard frowned.
"Wait, that blue hair... I know you! It's you!"
Sampo: "..."
"I didn't expect you to deliver yourself right to our doorstep today. Come with us!"
The bandit holding Sampo at gunpoint poked his head out from behind him in confusion.
"Huh? You know each other?"
"And who are you?" a Silvermane Guard asked warily.
Seizing the opportunity, Sampo performed a high backflip and landed behind them. He shouted at Yan Huan and the Silvermane Guards in front of him:
"Boss, I'll leave these Silvermane Guards to you! We'll get going first—remember to catch up!"
With that, he grabbed Herta and took off running.
Herta was dragged away with a bewildered look on her face.
Leaving behind countless footprints.
The bandit: "..."
"So you're in this together!"
The Silvermane Guards swiftly surrounded Yan Huan.
Yan Huan immediately tossed his gun onto the ground and raised both hands. "Sirs, I'm an honest citizen!"
The Silvermane Guards said, "You look even less trustworthy than that blue-haired guy!"
Yan Huan: "..."
He silently took off his hood.
Yan Huan said, "How about now?"
"No difference!"
"What's in that sack? Put it on the ground and let us take a look!"
The Silvermane Guards opened the sack and found Sampo's belongings inside, making them even angrier.
"You really are in league with that blue-haired guy!"
Time was like water released from a floodgate.
When it was time to let loose, it would eventually rush out in an unstoppable torrent.
Belobog.
Upper District.
Several Silvermane Guards respectfully escorted a man into the city.
"Haha, we truly failed to recognize greatness when we saw it. So you're a reclusive physician! We haven't heard from you in so long. Thank you for curing our brothers' hidden ailments today."
Surrounded by the Silvermane Guards—
The man's dark hair fluttered amid the snowflakes. His golden eyes were cold and calm, his hands tucked into his pockets, and his imposing aura practically soared into the heavens.
"Um, you're called Vahe, right? We didn't get that wrong, did we?"
Yan Huan waved a hand and said gravely:
"Names are unimportant. You can keep that blue-haired man's stolen goods. Just don't get in my way next time. He isn't easy to catch, and now you've let him escape again."
The Silvermane Guards were immediately full of remorse and apologized repeatedly.
"We're truly sorry. With that hood you were wearing... we really thought you were that blue-haired man's boss."
"By the way, why exactly... were you wearing that kind of hood?"
Yan Huan clasped his hands behind his back, glanced at the Silvermane Guard, and replied unhappily:
"To keep warm. Is that not allowed?"
"Yes, yes, of course it is. Oh, and we need to report what happened today. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not. Just follow your procedures."
"Then, we'll take our leave first."
Only after finally sending the Silvermane Guards away did Yan Huan let out a sigh of relief.
They seemed to have mistaken him for some reclusive physician, but fortunately, he had managed to sneak in successfully.
A light layer of snow covered the streets here, but it still could not conceal the district's prosperity.
Compared to the Lower District Yan Huan had visited before, it was like heaven and earth.
At the center of the plaza stood a massive blue sculpture.
It looked like it was worth quite a lot of money.
"I'm really hungry this time." Yan Huan could not help frowning.
After all that running around, he had not eaten anything yet.
There was food in the white rope knot, but none of it was hot.
No, I still haven't reunited with my teammates. It's been so long—they must be worried sick!
"Damn it, how could I be thinking about food?"
Goethe Hotel lobby.
"Hey, handsome, if you don't mind, how about we share a table?"
"Come on, sit wherever you like. You're so pretty, sister—today's on me."
"Is that really okay...?"
"It's fine. I have more money than I can spend."
At a wooden table in the corner of the lobby, Yan Huan sat with a woman, excitedly studying the menu.
The tips of the woman's hair faded into blue, and she quickly hit it off with Yan Huan.
"Oh, this one isn't good. Get this instead." The woman pointed at the menu and suggested.
Yan Huan shook his head and handed the entire menu to the waiter. "Bring one of everything. I want to see what Upper District food looks like."
"Hm?" At that moment, the smile on the face of the woman beside Yan Huan, Serval, froze.
"Um, you didn't sneak up here from the Lower District, did you?" she asked suspiciously.
Yan Huan waved a hand. "No. I only arrived on this planet today, and I haven't had a proper meal yet."
Serval immediately became interested.
"What? You're an outsider? Seriously? There haven't been any outsiders here in a long time."
"You don't believe me?" Yan Huan raised a brow and pulled an AK from his clothes.
Serval: "..."
"Sorry, wrong thing."
Yan Huan stuffed the AK back, then pulled out a tablet and played footage of Herta Space Station.
"Wow, is this a Space Station? You really came from outside!" Serval exclaimed in delight.
"Yeah. Do you know about the Stellaron? After we eat, I want to ask the Supreme Guardian about it. My two teammates might have already run into her."
At those words, Serval's smile froze.
"Uh, the Stellaron?" She stared blankly at Yan Huan. "You want to ask the Supreme Guardian about the Stellaron?"
"Yeah." Yan Huan nodded. "Isn't the Supreme Guardian the highest-ranking person here? She should know more, right?"
Serval held her forehead and tried to dissuade him.
"Little brother Yan Huan, if you trust me, don't go looking for the Supreme Guardian. And definitely don't mention the Stellaron to her, or you won't even know how you died."
Yan Huan frowned. "What do you mean?"
Serval said in a low voice:
"Anyway, since you're treating me to a meal, that's all I can warn you about."
Just then—
A message suddenly popped up on Yan Huan's phone.
It was from March 7th.
March 7th: Hahahaha, we've already met the Supreme Guardian. She's even treating us as honored guests.
March 7th: Heh, serves you right for not coming. Dan Heng and I are enjoying VIP treatment now.
Yan Huan immediately showed his phone to Serval.
"So what do I do now?"
Serval took a sip of her drink and glanced at the chat history.
She blinked, looked at Yan Huan, and fell silent for a long while.
In the end, she reached only one conclusion.
"You're dead."
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