Chapter 56 - 54: Sir, I Want to Become a Hero

The sunset lingered.

When the sky completely darkened, Lear and his group of hundreds finally returned to the territory.

Bain, the hero of the Mud Swamp People, immediately came forward to greet them.

His eyes were filled with wonder as he looked at the Delthas carrying a large bundle of roots.

"Master, who are these Delthas?"

Lear spoke softly.

"They are the new members of Weilu City."

"Arrange accommodations for them."

Bain’s face lit up with great joy.

New members of Weilu City?!

So many?!

"Master, how many of these Delthas are there?"

Lear held out five fingers.

"Over 500!"

Bain grinned widely, bursting into laughter.

Wonderful, wonderful!!

people!

Now there’s enough manpower for all the tasks!!

Hahaha!!

We’ve been troubled by the labor shortage these past few days.

Without people, no work could proceed.

Having suddenly acquired so much labor is truly exhilarating.

Moreover, the Delthas are known for their docile obedience, their timid and shy nature surpassing even our own Mud Swamp People.

There will be absolutely no resistance in arranging them!

"I’ll go make the arrangements immediately!"

He said, eagerly preparing to turn away.

Lear, however, waved him to halt.

Gesturing to the army behind, his tone lowered.

"This battle, we lost six squads of Wetland Lizardman Warriors..."

Bain’s smile instantly froze, his expression turning grave.

Six squads?!

For Weilu City, whose military strength is not robust, this was an unprecedented heavy loss.

His tone was dry and incredulous.

"Were those Half-Fishmen really that powerful?"

Lear shook his head.

"Ordinary Half-Fishmen can be easily handled, but this time was different..."

"What was it?"

Bain was puzzled, if not the Half-Fishmen, who else could cause such damage.

"The Half-Fishman God..."

Lear slowly spoke.

"The long-fallen Half-Fishman God awakened and directly clashed with us."

Bain’s heart trembled.

The Half-Fishman God?!!

He instinctively swallowed, his lips trembling.

"By the goddess above..."

The Divine Spirit, an existence mortals cannot fathom nor imagine.

Only existing in myth and legend, just appearing can be deemed a miracle!

Such an ultimate being, even if fallen for millions of years, upon awakening possesses supreme power.

Mortals could never aspire to compare!

To lose only six squads clashing with a god, how fortunate!

"Swamp God bless, it’s lucky you returned!"

Bain was deeply relieved.

He could not imagine what would happen to this newly established territory if something happened to Lear.

He hesitated, still.

"Master, what about the Half-Fishman God?"

Lear indicated the Flesh Butcher in its metamorphosis contained within the bubble.

Speaking calmly.

"The Divine Remnant Soul of the Half-Fishman God has been destroyed by me."

"I extracted a trace of divinity from it, integrated it into this Flesh Butcher."

"As long as it is nourished with flesh continuously, there’s a chance to birth a Divine Life."

Bain stared blankly at the Flesh Butcher, stammering.

"You, you’ve exterminated the Divine Remnant Soul of the Half-Fishman God... and extracted its divinity?!"

Could it even possibly birth a Divine Life in the future?!

He felt as if he’d heard some unbelievable myth!

That was a god!!

Even newly awakened after countless years of slumber, a god remains a god!

Mortals killing a god only exists within myths.

Now, it appeared alive before his eyes?!!

Looking at Lear, his gaze was already verging on irrational fanaticism.

This is their Sovereign, leading them to pioneer territory in the Wilderness!!

Praise the goddess!!

Trading a few squads of Wetland Lizard-man for a Divine Life, annihilating the Divine Remnant Soul.

What kind of loss is that?

Damn, it’s exchanging rubble for a mountain of gold, weeds for Mithril!!

Lear nodded, at this moment his face showed not much joy.

He turned to look at the fallen Wetland Lizard-men.

"Those fallen warriors, they’re heroes of Weilu City."

"You plan an area designated as the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits, where all fallen warriors will be buried in the future."

"After City Hall is built, we will construct the Heroic Spirit Hall, commemorating all those who sacrificed for Weilu City."

"In the future, even if Death God doesn’t take them, their souls can reside in the Heroic Spirit Hall, eternally revered by the residents of Weilu City."

Bain’s body trembled, his gaze shifted once more.

In a hoarse voice, he spoke.

"Master..."

He wanted to say something, but found any words inadequate.

As far as he knew, only the Imperial Royal Family would build a Heroic Spirit Hall.

But those remembered within were always renowned top figures.

How could an ordinary warrior be qualified to enter the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits?!

But now, as long as they sacrifice for Weilu City, they can be remembered.

What an honor this is for a warrior!!

In the future, sacrifice will be glorious and great!

It can be imagined that given time, Weilu City will surely have the strongest, most mad, and fiercest warriors!

Bain went down with excitement to arrange things.

This Mud Swamp People hero has substantively become the current Chief Civil Officer.

Basically, big and small civil matters are arranged by him.

But he is meticulous, does things solidly, has strong execution, and is very trusted by Lear.

The corpse of the Wetland Lizardman Warrior was placed in the corner of the territory, and Lear decided for burial tomorrow morning.

After discussion, the location of the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits was determined to be 3 kilometers east of Weilu City.

There is a dry and flat area here.

At the same time, a backup was left behind, with the Vine Fairy first planting the vines.

When the territory expands in the future, the vines can be used to move the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits outward.

The Deltha people were placed next to the Mud Swamp People.

The territory has not yet constructed houses, so the so-called placement can only let them rest in the open space.

As for other things, everything will wait until the City Hall is built.

The Deltha people don’t have much to say, the personality of these life forms is too timid unless you slaughter them directly.

Otherwise, as long as they can still live and have food to eat, they can calmly accept their fate.

The strong dominate fate, the weak submit to fate, whether strong or weak, both have their ways of survival.

The roots brought by the Deltha people were gathered together, piled into a small hill.

Enough for the rations of 500 people for a month, which isn’t a small amount.

But if there isn’t any left, they can continue to dig in that area, so there’s no need to worry.

These beings are indeed easy to sustain.

After all this work was finished, the night was deep, Lear also felt somewhat fatigued, there were too many incidents today.

After a simple wash, he prepared to patrol the territory once and then rest.

Coming to the ← West, the large bubbles controlled by the Bubble Beast were still filtering clean water.

Under the starlit sky, water waves rippled, creating Shattering Star effects.

A refreshing cool breeze blew, comfortable and pleasant.

He walked over and touched the Bubble Beast’s little head, praised it a bit.

Leaving behind a little fellow happy enough to grin wide.

Walking to the ↑ North, the fish farm came into view.

Here too, there was a Bubble Beast guarding, preventing any accidents in the fish ponds.

This area was divided into several fish ponds, where 2 Stars Dragon Blood Red Fish swam like water elves.

Their blood-red bodies were exceptionally striking.

Long whiskers by their mouths looked like the dragon whiskers of Giant Dragons.

Almost as long as their bodies.

Swimming about with an indescribable graceful style.

These past two days bread, bugs, organs, grass, wild fruits... almost all foods were tried, but the Dragon Blood Red Fish still hadn’t started eating.

The matter of breeding needs to be pondered slowly.

Returning to the center position, the Vine Fairy was still guiding the Power of the Stars, accelerating the growth of Starry Sky Vines.

These little fellows were like small light bulbs, their emitted light illuminated dozens of meters around.

Combined with the starry twinkle of the Starry Sky Vine, it gave a hazy and beautiful feeling.

Deciding not to disturb them, after watching for a while, he prepared to go back to rest.

But just as he moved his steps, from the corner of his eye he saw a strange scene.

Under another Starry Sky Vine, a slightly thin Mud Swamp People, using the light emitted by the Vine Fairy, was carefully watching a yellowed, leather-bound book.

The serious expression was like a devout believer worshipping their god.

What’s this?

With some curiosity, he stepped up and discovered it was the Mud Swamp People who was confused by the Swamp Boggart!

"Hanno."

The voice awakened the young Mud Swamp People deep in thought.

The other sharply raised his head, seeing it was Lear, his face full of reverence and enthusiasm.

Quickly stood up, held his chest, and bowed.

"Goodnight, sir."

"Goodnight."

Lear nodded slightly.

"Why are you still reading here so late?"

Hanno seemed a little stunned, somewhat nervously holding the book tightly, softly said.

"Sir, I want to become a hero..."

Become a hero?

Lear said with interest.

"Becoming a hero is not that simple, why suddenly have this thought?"

Hanno looked up seriously.

"Because Lord Bain said, I am too weak now, only by becoming a hero can I help you."

Lear froze, stared dazedly at this young Mud Swamp People.

His mood was somewhat complex.

Seeing him silent, Hanno’s tone turned somewhat dejected.

"I borrowed this book after pleading with Lord Bain for a long time, but I’m too stupid, I’ve read for a long time but still don’t understand..."

"They all mock me for dreaming, say I’ll never be a hero in this life..."

"But sir, if you don’t try, who would know..."

After saying this, he glanced at Lear again, noticing his subtly expressive face still silent, reflexively bowed his head.

His mood grew even more dejected.

Sir, perhaps thinks the same... he, a Mud Swamp People who is nothing, couldn’t resist the Boggart’s song, didn’t understand the book, how could he become a hero?

His mouth tasted slightly bitter, once more held his chest, bowed, then silently turned to leave.

But at this moment, a low voice sounded.

"Raise your head."

The young Mud Swamp People halted, instinctively raised his head, saw a pair of deep, earnest black eyes.

"Hanno, effort is pouring water into a narrow-necked bottle, short-term doesn’t show effects, but the bottle gradually becomes heavier... until one day, you’ll find your bottle is heavier than a mountain."

"Everyone’s efforts aren’t wasted, those who give up midway don’t taste the final sweetness."

"Also, don’t let lowly ridicule become your stumbling block."

"The ridicule of others is nothing but their inner inferiority and incompetent venting, because they aren’t as good as you, can’t grow as you do, so they suppress you with mockery, making you fall into the same incompetence and mediocrity as them."

A firm pat on the shoulder, the Mud Swamp People could feel the strength conveyed.

Raging and exuberant strength.

"Hanno, I believe in you, and look forward to the day you become a hero."

The young Mud Swamp People gazed at those encouraging eyes, his eyes slowly turned red.

He nodded fiercely!