CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER86- DIVINE RACE REQUESTS TO JOIN DALTON

The two races did not dare delay.

They hurriedly followed Walter into the city.

As soon as they stepped into Dalton,

both the Divine Race and the Undead Race members were struck dumb, like they had been struck by lightning.

Everywhere they looked, the buildings and streets of the entire city were constructed using a large amount of Starshine Divine Gold as the base material.

And there were even more divine-grade minerals mixed in, which they couldn’t identify but could feel were even rarer.

It was luxurious—too luxurious!

If they could live in a place like this for the rest of their lives, they would even be willing to abandon their race!

The members of both races awkwardly glanced at their leaders...

Just then, Felix noticed a small stream flowing through the city and abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"Leader, what’s wrong?"

Seeing Felix’s unusual behavior, several Divine Race members quickly gathered around.

The Undead Race members also frowned.

Hardiman suppressed the shock in his heart and, as usual, mockingly said,

"Heh, and you call yourselves Divine Race, claiming to be descendants of gods. You’re just a bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world."

But even he couldn’t resist his curiosity, slowly walking to the edge of the stream.

Hmm, the water was clear, and the scenery was nice...

Wait a minute!

This... this is?!

Source of Life?!

No, impossible!

I must have seen it wrong!

How could it be the Source of Life?!

Such a thing couldn’t possibly form a stream like this!

However, the refreshing, almost soul-cleansing, life-nurturing aura left no room for doubt.

Seeing the two races standing by the stream, Walter returned.

"Sir, what is this stream...?"

Felix asked, stunned.

Walter casually replied,

"Oh, this? It’s just a normal little stream in the city, most of the residents get their daily water from here."

"What?!"

Are you kidding me!?

"You mean, everyone in your city... uses this water to live?"

"Yes."

"Is there a problem?"

A problem! A huge problem!

Aren’t you guys out of your minds, using Holy Water like this for daily use and then asking if there’s a problem?!

Oh my god, this is too much!

Both races couldn’t help but mentally scoff.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

It felt as though their perceptions of reality had been completely overturned.

Compared to this, they truly felt like country bumpkins entering the city for the first time.

No, not like—they were exactly country bumpkins entering the city for the first time.

"Um... may I take some of this water back?"

One of the Undead Race members cautiously asked, his tone even tinged with a hint of pleading.

Upon hearing this, the others immediately turned to Walter, their eyes filled with hope.

Walter’s gaze toward them was filled with pity.

sigh Poor things.

"Haha, you’re joking, right? It’s just some stream water. Feel free to take it."

Hearing Walter’s permission, the members of the Divine Race and Undead Race immediately pulled out various containers and began furiously collecting water from the stream.

"You bastards! Get over there!"

"The water’s all muddy now!"

"Hey! Stop fighting! There’s no more water here!"

"..."

At once, the members of the two races nearly started fighting over the stream water.

The city’s residents, drawn to the commotion, quickly gathered around.

"Lord Walter, what’s going on with them?"

A resident curiously asked.

Walter explained,

sigh "They’re just poor souls who’ve never seen clean water before. Let them take it."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers looked at the Divine Race and Undead Race members with sympathy.

Indeed, they hadn’t realized just how lucky they were.

It was hard to believe that there were still people in the universe lacking clean water.

It made sense now, as the human compatriots who had arrived from outside the city had lived much the same way.

Thinking about this, they immediately understood.

Some kind-hearted residents quickly took out clean water and food from their homes and offered it to Felix, Hardiman, and others.

The two races were immediately stunned.

Wait, what are you doing?

Why are you looking at us like that?

"Humph! They think we’re beggars!"

"Leader, let me teach them a lesson!"

One Undead Race member angrily started to make a move.

Hardiman stopped him.

He then stared at the food offered by the residents, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He picked up an unremarkable-looking fruit and took a bite.

It was sweet and refreshing, with the juice flowing.

But that wasn’t the key.

The key was that Hardiman’s long-dormant Sanctuary rank seemed to shift ever so slightly!

Though it was minuscule, it was nothing short of extraordinary!

After all, he was a Sanctuary rank powerhouse, and not just any ordinary Sanctuary rank!

"This... this is really good!"

The members of the Divine Race also quickly realized the extraordinary benefits contained in the food.

Soon, both races no longer cared about the strange looks from those around them—they took whatever was offered.

"Hahahaha!"

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity!"

"We truly appreciate your help, the Divine Beings will surely look after you..."

Just as the two races basked in the joy of their unexpected feast,

a group of soldiers in standard armor walked over.

The onlookers quickly stepped aside to make way.

It was Dalton Town’s Guard.

The leader of the squad, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, cast a cold glance at Felix, Hardiman, and the others, his voice booming.

"According to Chapter7, Section 3 of the Dalton Town Code!"

"Begging and illegal gatherings are prohibited in the city!"

"Please disperse immediately!"

"..."

After the small incident at the city gates,

the Divine Race and Undead Race groups finally arrived at the majestic President’s Residence.

Leo had been waiting here for a long time.

Upon seeing these visitors with different expressions, he smiled faintly, a playful look on his face as he spoke.

"It seems you’ve all adapted quite well to Dalton Town?"

Upon hearing this, the Divine Race and Undead Race members couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

Looking back, their behavior upon entering the city was certainly unrefined.

But it was all because of the overwhelming shock they felt—it wasn’t that they lacked composure, it was just that the city was too luxurious to resist!

Felix coughed lightly, stepped forward, and bowed his chest.

"You must be President Dalton. I am Felix, the leader of the Divine Race."

Hardiman also spoke solemnly,

"I am Hardiman, leader of the Undead Race."

Leo nodded slightly.

"I’m already aware of your identities. Speak plainly, why have you come to see me?"

Both of them stiffened.

Felix glanced at Hardiman, seeing that he wasn’t going to speak first, and immediately replied.

"Respected President, do you know why the once glorious human forces from ancient times suddenly collapsed?"

Leo responded calmly, "I know."

"Ah...!"

Felix’s prepared words froze instantly.

He froze for a moment.

"You... you know?"

For a moment, Felix was at a loss.

How could he know such an ancient secret?

Then why... could it be...?

A multitude of speculations flooded his mind.

Leo looked at his reaction and smiled lightly.

"Are you wondering why, knowing this ancient history, I still dare to rebuild the human race’s forces and do so openly?"

Felix and Hardiman nodded in unison.

This was their biggest concern.

"So, why do you think I dare to do this?"

Leo countered.

The two of them fell silent immediately...