Long Su emerged from the hallowed confines of the meeting Room, a sense of accomplishment and happiness accompanied him.
Holding a manifest of five golden cards nestled securely within the grasp of his right hand.
These gilded treasures, bestowed as a reward for his exceptional performance in the perilous depths of the dungeon
represented a tantalizing potential that promised to reshape the course of his future endeavors.
The first three golden card held the power to conjure a ready-made village and the last tow a ready made town,
Now Long Su's grasp the means to forge a faith circle and construct a monument to his unwavering gratitude towards his high school.
More than mere instruments of creation, these cards would serve as the key to fulfilling the mission entrusted to him by the family protector, a dual purpose that bore the weight of great responsibility and promise.
In contrast to the golden cards, a solitary black card rested within Long Su's left hand, a token of appreciation from the Xie family in recognition of his pivotal role in saving the life of their beloved Xie Jin.
Contain 10 million gold coins.
Rich, rich, he is finally having mony.
The black card can help him build a numbers soldiers, and he can even use some of it to buy military buildings from the market.
Everything is possible with money.
The Rish Long Su was happily walking out of the military headquarters.
But unknown to Long Su, as he departed the confines of the office room a palpable shift enveloped the room.
an atmosphere of gravity and urgency settling upon those who remained. Within the hallowed chamber
The weighty silence that had settled upon the assembly was abruptly shattered as the voice of the old man in military uniform resonated throughout the chamber.
commanding attention with an air of authority that demanded an immediate response.
"Let us address the casualties suffered by our young students," he declared, his tone somber yet unwavering.
A palpable shift rippled through the room as the collective gaze of those gathered turned, seemingly in unison, towards Captain Teng Ling.
In that moment, the captain felt the full weight of the responsibility that rested upon his shoulders
the burden of bearing news that would undeniably shake the very foundations of their once-unwavering resolve.
"Eight students from the second grade and five from the third grade " Captain Teng Ling responded, his voice a heavy amalgamation of anguish and resignation.
The revelation, stark in its simplicity, was met with a silence that was punctuated only by the muffled sounds of shock and sorrow.
Never before had the hallowed halls of the school been marred by the specter of death
let alone the tragic loss of thirteen promising young lives within the confines of a single, ill-fated dungeon.
The very notion seemed inconceivable, a cruel and twisted reality that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed facade of invincibility that had long protected the hearts and minds of those who called the school their sanctuary.
As the weight of the captain's words settled on the assembly,
A torrent of unspoken emotions swirled through the room, palpable in the air like the charged moments before a storm.
Anger, raw and untempered anger
simmered in the eyes of those who struggled to reconcile the senseless tragedy with the world they had once known.
In the midst of this emotional maelstrom, the old man in military uniform rose once more, his voice a rallying cry that cut through the darkness like a beacon of righteous fury.
"Let it be known, the Blood Clan shall bear the full weight of our retribution for daring to harm our children," he decreed, the unyielding conviction in his words a stark reminder of the indomitable spirit that had long defined their people.
As the echoes of his declaration reverberated through the chamber,
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a muted palette of twilight hues, the delicate balance of the realm was quietly disrupted by the ripples of an unfolding power struggle.
Unbeknownst to the common folk, whose lives revolved around the ebb and flow of daily routines
a declaration of war had been issued within the shadowy corridors of power, a clandestine move that would soon reshape the very landscape of their world.
Word of the impending conflict spread like wildfire among the influential elite, their whispered exchanges creating an undercurrent of tension that reverberated throughout the upper echelons of society.
From high-ranking officials to powerful figures that held sway in the northern region
the covert machinations of war began to infiltrate the realm of the privileged, whose once-secure foundations are now on the cusp of upheaval.
The machinations of conflict gradually seeped into the fabric of everyday life; the impact of the looming war was first felt in the subtle fluctuations of trade and commerce.
As the demand for war materials began to surge, the cost of everything from weapons to strategic resources surged in kind, with prices skyrocketing as the shadow of war loomed ever closer.
In the beginning, the escalating prices were dismissed as mere curiosity, a footnote in the grand narrative of daily life.
However, as the cost of even a humble level 1 sword soared from a mere 80 coins to a staggering 200 gold coins
the realization that something significant was afoot began to dawn upon the populace.
Higher-quality weapons, once a staple of the bustling markets, grew increasingly scarce
the very essence of conflict weaving its way into the lives of those who had once believed themselves untouched by the games of power.
As the unseen hand of war gripped the realm, a sense of unease pervaded the hearts and minds of the populace.
But all of this didn't effect Su in any way; he was having dinner with Chen Shuiron, whom he meets suddenly while going out from the military headquarters.
Chen Shuirong, her eyes filled with tender concern, posed three simple questions that hung in the air between them.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice a soothing balm that spoke volumes of her empathy and compassion.
"Was it hard for you inside the dungeon?" she continued, her words an unspoken acknowledgement of the trials Long Su had faced.
At last, she extended an invitation that held within it the promise of comfort and companionship. "Let's go eat," she offered, her words both an offer and a reprieve.
In the soft glow of Chen Shuirong's kindness, Long Su found himself at a loss for words, his heart stirred by a torrent of emotions that defied easy expression.
His answers, a simple yes, no, and yes, seemed inadequate in the face of her genuine care, the unspoken depth of their connection transcending the need for words.
As they walked together in a comfortable silence, their shared meal a testament to the strength of their bond, Long Su found himself drawn to the depths of Chen Shuirong's gaze.
In her eyes, he found a refuge from the storms that raged beyond their sanctuary, the unspoken language of their hearts conveying a truth that needed no words.
Even as they parted ways, Long Su stood watch as she disappeared into the sanctuary of her home.