What If Yezi Couldn't Recognize Him?

Even she, a lonely soul from another world who had died here, could still feel pity for Meteor City. Could Feitan, who had grown up here, really feel nothing for it?

Feitan's lips moved, but in the end, he chose to agree. "I understand. I'll think of a way to get you out without letting the garbage spill over."

Xiao Ai had been right about one thing: no matter how bad Meteor City was in so many ways, it was still his hometown.

He still hoped it could become better.

So even though he had no good ideas, he still agreed to Xiao Ai's request.

Xiao Ai nodded vigorously. "All right, then I'll leave this to you!"

After their conversation ended, Feitan climbed to a high place. Garbage still stretched endlessly into the distance, but within several miles around his feet, there was no trace of it left.

As long as they turned in all kinds of garbage, they could receive enough food and water to fill their stomachs. The moment Xiao Ai's little shop was introduced, it became hugely popular. As she distributed supplies, the garbage in Meteor City visibly decreased.

Although the reduced amount was utterly insignificant compared to Meteor City's vast territory, at the very least, just as Xiao Ai had said, they had worked for it.

It was as though a piece had been carved away, revealing terrain he had never seen before. It was his first time seeing Meteor City beneath the garbage heaps. So this was what it looked like.

Chrollo came to his side and looked at the scenery outside, sighing. "I never thought Meteor City without garbage would look like this."

So this was what Meteor City looked like. It was no worse than the outside world.

After sighing for a moment,