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Lier's primary consciousness had been transferred to the Cyberpunk World several hours earlier, but there was simply too much to deal with here.
Besides, he didn't want Little Octopus to handle certain matters on his behalf.
At the port of Zhuya City, a battered cruiser slowly entered its berth. All 12,000 residents of the city, along with more than 100,000 online residents, watched the ship come into port.
At the harbor, representatives from several countries in the Africa Union waited eagerly.
"Haha, we're back!"
Abdi limped out of the captain's cabin, his left arm in a sling. He had clearly been injured.
Escaping hadn't been easy. The last cruiser had come under fire, and they'd suffered a breakdown on the way. They'd even thought they might not make it back.
But they had done it.
Breathing in the pure sea air at Zhuya City's port, the crew rushed onto the deck and gathered along the rail-
There, they saw countless people watching them, waiting eagerly.
Abdi froze. It was a scene he had once imagined.
One day, he would no longer have to rob people like a pirate. One day, there would be a port, and many people would be waiting for him to return.
"Uh, boss, what are they doing?"
A burly Black man a head taller than him nudged him with an elbow.
"Don't know."
His mind hadn't quite caught up yet. After disembarking, he saw King T'Chaka of Wakanda standing in a line along the harbor walkway with a group of people who looked middle-aged or elderly. He led his men over to them.
"Today, we have gathered here to honor our heroes. In the face of overwhelming force,