In the post-disaster nightscape of London, the heavily collapsed streets of the Financial City resembled an abandoned, uninhabited apocalyptic metropolis, making it hard to imagine the prosperity that should have belonged here.
"Come to think of it, how has your time outside been, Captain? Judging from what Sister Cheng Zi and Qing Ning said, it seems a lot of things happened."
"Ha... that's not even close to just a lot of things happening."
Hearing his companion's inquiry, the young man—who had just woken from severe injuries, leaned on a silver dragon cane, and still could not quite stand or walk normally—smiled with a complex, speechless expression and sighed in reply.
"Let me tell you, Xiao Huo, I didn't have my abilities while I was out! Can you imagine starting out in that kind of situation without any powers? It was basically a hell-difficulty opening!"
"And having no powers is one thing, but what's most infuriating is that my pockets were cleaner than my face—not a single cent, and I couldn't even speak English. Let alone being hunted down, I damn near starved to death on the street first!"
As if he had finally found someone he could properly complain to, still feeling a sense of utter despair when he thought about it now, Fang Ran poured out his grievances to Gou Yu, telling him about what happened after he was muddle-headedly teleported to London.
From surviving as a stray to working part-time in a supermarket, from storming a manor all alone to facing faceless monsters on the wilderness, and...
Thanks to a kind and magical aunt, their group finally managed to successfully escape England.
"I see. Then we really ought to thank that aunt properly."
"Yeah, and there were also so many, many other people..."
Hearing Gou Yu say this