Kieran was fearless against the gazes, he walked out calmly.
Lawless with the cigar in his mouth didn't care about the gazes either, he continued to puff away.
Starbeck, on the other hand, shrunk behind Kieran right away, as though Kieran's back was the safest spot.
It was the truth though.
From Starbeck's point of view, Kieran's back was the safest spot.
Here, he could disregard everything around him.
Whether it was gazes or traps with malicious intents.
The wide back before his eyes was a safe haven.
Starbeck stared at Kieran's back and forgot about the gazes around him, he followed Kieran with light steps and boarded the train.
The players who stood outside 13th Wallway Street, either hidden or out in the open saw Kieran and his group off, and they went into an uproar.
Just a moment ago, some daring fella sent a message to Extremus and Darde the Titan but what he got in return was a system notification.
The notification stated that the sender was dead.
"2567 is the victor!"
"Another Unique Title player has appeared!"
…
The news was like a giant rock being thrown into a lake, the waves splashing in all directions.
Soon, the news spread all over the big city.
Inside a small and cramped room, a player dressed like an ascetic monk was sitting cross-legged in front of a hanging portrait of the Enlightened King.
The player's eyes were shut tight, his breaths long.
Each time he exhaled and inhaled, it would last for at least a dozen seconds.
Each time he breathed, the portrait of the Enlightened King would shake a little.
It was as though the portrait was alive.
Ding!
After a breath's worth of time, a notification came in, causing the player to open his eyes but when he saw the message from his friend, he closed his eyes again, as though he didn't receive the message at all.
Everything was the same as before.
Every breath, the player was like a boulder.
As he breathed in and out, the portrait shook.
Every breath, the player and the portrait switched places.
The one in the portrait wasn't the Enlightened King anymore but a monk.
The one sitting on the floor wasn't a monk anymore but the Enlightened King.
…
At the edge of the huge city, in the blurry Borderlands.
A tall man was waving a sledgehammer and continuously hitting the iron block in his hand.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of a blacksmith's hammering echoed in this place, but there were no blacksmith tools here, let alone the most important tool of a blacksmith: a stove.
Not a single one.
However, the metal piece in his hand was gradually changing shape, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
A moment later, a cold, four-colored longsword appeared in the other party's hand.
However, the other party didn't even look at the sword. Instead, he was carefully examining his sledgehammer.
As for that long sword?
He had already been tossed to one side of the blurry border of the large city.
Whoosh!
With a loud piercing sound, when the longsword came into contact with the blurred figure, it disappeared without a trace.
He was used to it, so he took out another iron ore and was ready to strike it again.
At this moment, a message notification sounded.
"The Daybreaker Sword?"
"It is worth looking forward to."
Despite saying such words, the other party didn't seem to care at all.
The other party only used the sledgehammer to strike.
Each strike was a form of tempering.
Every tempering brought him closer and closer to his goal.
Other than his goal …
He would never care about the rest of them.
…
In a dark room, several people were gathered around a table, conversing.
"2567 won?"
"Not only did he get the Daybreaker Sword, but he also heavily injured Broker?"
"Great!"
"This is our chance!"
"No rush."
"We still don't know if it's true or not."
"Spread the news that Broker is heavily injured. There will be plenty of people willing to test it out for us and see if it's true."
"And 2567!"
"I don't believe he can win without paying a price."
"Em."
"Send someone to test it out and we'll know."
"Let's hope there will be a surprise waiting for us."
…
Following Kieran's appearance, many people hiding in the big city had different reactions.
Some people were indifferent, minding their own business.
Some laughed coldly, their hearts filled with malicious intentions.
And some?
Then, he started another round of planning.
However, all of this had nothing to do with Kieran for the time being.
During the celebration at Harvest Inn, when Lawless and a bunch of acquaintances were dizzy under the influence of alcohol, Kieran dragged the unconscious Starbeck to the bar counter.
"You are the main character today, you shouldn't be so sober."
Rachel said with a smile.
"I'm used to being sober.
"What's more, one completely drunk person is enough."
Kieran grabbed Starbeck by the back of his collar like he was carrying a pet cat and shook it at Rachel as a signal.
Throughout the whole process, Starbeck didn't wake up, instead, he groaned and rubbed the back of his head against Kieran's hand before falling into a deeper sleep.
Kieran was sure it was Starbeck's first time in this kind of gathering.
Although he was still a little scared, he was also delighted.
Therefore, he didn't reject Lemour's wine.
Other than her outstanding alchemy skills, Lemour the Alchemist's most popular traits were her height and her love for hard liquor.
She was less than 1.5 meters tall and she drank [Flaming Ice Lake], a strong liquor that even Lawless would turn pale at a whiff. Kieran was surprised that Starbeck could last 10 rounds against such a person.
Kieran wasn't surprised that Starbeck passed out after 10 rounds.
After all, Lawless, who refused to admit defeat, had a friendly match with Lemour before and during the fourth round, he passed out drunk.
Before that, Lawless had been the biggest drinker in the Harvest Inn.
"He is an honest young man.
He isn't as cunning as you.
It's free, it can help you sober up faster — you can choose to drink it yourself or feed it to him.
Just to be clear, I'll only make this one today. "
Rachel teased Kieran as she served him a glass of ice water mixed with honey and lemon.
"Thanks."
Kieran raised the glass and finished it in a single gulp.
"Really straightforward."
Rachel said as she smiled at Blacksmith, who was looking at them from afar.
Blacksmith turned around right away when she was noticed, her aura getting colder.
"What's wrong?"
Lawless shivered from the coldness and looked at Blacksmith.
"Drink."
Blacksmith took Lemour's [Flaming Ice Lake] and stuffed the whole bottle into Lawless's mouth, who was starting to lose consciousness.
Gulp, Gulp.
Two gulps later, Lawless's consciousness went blurry and he passed out under the table.
Rachel, who saw the scene, laughed even more happily.
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