Too Much Trouble-It'd Be Easier to Just Blast It Down

"That's how it was. I, the one who bore the fate of the descendants of the King of Liars, had finally waited for the day to clear away this shame and injustice!"

As evening fell, the campfire flickered. The burning firewood crackled, scattering tiny sparks.

Mont Blanc Cricket—the descendant of Mont Blanc Noland, the King of Liars who had personally reached the Golden City, only to be beheaded by the king and written into children's storybooks after the Golden City mysteriously vanished...

At this moment, he became unusually sentimental. Whether it was true or not, as long as someone still believed the Golden City existed, then his persistence had not been meaningless.

"To challenge fate and persist time and again... Chestnut Uncle, you really are a brave man!"

Beside the campfire, Yamato was deeply moved. Despite being so weak, he had persisted until now and refused to yield to fate. What an incredible man.

"It couldn't be helped. Even if I suffered discrimination and was called a descendant of the King of Liars, I could never give in and live under an assumed name. That is a man's conviction!"

The ape and the gorilla behind him excitedly danced and gestured. It was precisely because of their boss's persistence that they had steadfastly remained by Mont Blanc Cricket's side.

"I always thought the Golden City had been submerged beneath the sea. I never expected it to be in the sky. What a convenient ability!"

Mont Blanc Cricket cast Violet a grateful look. If he had kept foolishly diving underwater to salvage it, he might have spent his entire life without finding the Golden City's location.

"Yes, and no. If the Golden City is simply defined as that city made of gold, then the city that flew above the White Sea is