Facing the puppet government, Aran's "loose rein" policies had little effect on Golden Palm Port, located near the Narrow Sea, despite the great changes in the inland political landscape.

As the largest import and export harbor of the Mulong Duchy, it must not be taken lightly. Any significant disturbance could provoke a comprehensive counter-attack, which would be detrimental to the Advancement Movement. Therefore, Aran Military Officials were more focused on railway development, prioritizing the greater good over short-term gains.

This also led to a vast influx of refugees into Golden Palm Port, many of whom were escaping the war and seeking refuge from famine.

The situation mirrored that of Londen City in bygone days.

Mulong is now a country of bandits; choose your faction.

Most people are indifferent to the loss of their nation; under the feudal system, the lord's subjects find it difficult to foster any sense of belonging. When the time comes to sacrifice blood for the country, with the state in this rotten condition, they'd better run away quickly.

Golden Palm Port was bustling with traffic and vibrantly noisy on summer nights. In a sense, the influx of ultra-cheap labor from outside actually propelled Golden Palm Port's economic development, albeit breeding slums and flea nests as a side effect.

There were many who profiteered from the nation's crisis. "You X, you're called upon to fight but won't; then join the glorious Paru," said the renowned philosopher Victor, "Full throttle, form determines function—either improve it or remove it."

A dazzling city beautiful on the outside but rotten on the inside, with fierce winds between high-rises and endless waves of heat.

Above the blue-tiled roof of a tall building.

In a relentless pursuit, Morison unwittingly influenced Kai Deng's route judgement.

By the time Kai Deng snapped back to attention, she had already been driven to a dead end.

Below was Golden Palm Port's widest main artery, teeming with people; her hook couldn't extend far enough to anchor onto the buildings opposite.

Kai Deng stood on the edge of the eaves, a roof tile she stepped on fell off, and she quickly turned around to face Morison, who was hot on her heels.

The nightingale outfit was as light as if she wore nothing at all, yet impervious to blades and capable of countless transformations—different from Kai Deng's lightness.

Morison landed heavily on the roof, shattering a dozen roof tiles. Tonight was supposed to be just for entertainment; Joshua's gear from the Aran Energy Department and the Maple Forest were not any help.

Morison only had scrap metal on him, but that didn't matter.

"A Hall-level expert my ass, can't even keep up."

Morison sneered at Saleret, not really blaming him since the nightingale fit so tightly to curves that one could barely make out a front and back, but still somewhat awkward. With the exaggerated speed of Cybertronians, darting between the forest of buildings was like walking on flat ground; the magic clothes helped to blend into the shadows, and very few in the world could notice, let alone catch up.

It was just unfortunate for them to encounter him.

"What a drastic sacrifice for the sake of ultimate speed, deliberately suppressing the development of secondary sexual characteristics," Morison exclaimed explosively.

Kai Deng hit a sore spot, raised her eyebrows, laughed in fury, and refused to engage in a pointless war of words.

"Didn't you realize you're isolated now, at my mercy?" Kai Deng retorted, her skills not only a result of Thief Guild's basic training. To become a Netherworld Envoy was not that simple.

Summer cicadas were silent, and the sea breeze rose.

Morison paused for a moment.

"This is marvelous..."

Morison acted solemnly, drawing out an oversized butterfly knife and spinning it a few times, as if to measure whether the pinnacle assassin of the Thief Guild, crowned as the strongest, really deserved the name "Netherworld Envoy."

The Western Continent's history was filled with countless assassins, but only a few were well-known.

Two thousand years ago, when the Western Continent was united, it was a feat that made the rest of the world submit to its power from afar. The Southern Continent, the Northern Barbarians, all thoroughly surrendered, and even the Far East Islands were severely affected.

The Far East was already plagued with endless wars, and under the pretext of various justifications, the overwhelmingly powerful countries of the other side of the world imposed harsh taxes and exactions, demanding endless tributes, leaving countless people laboring to their death, leading lives of utter despair.

As expected, Prince Dan emerged in the Far East, seeking the great powers of the world to end the reign of evil.

He visited far and wide for capable individuals. Finding none that were not either faint-hearted or lacking in knowledge, and after a long search with no results, Prince Dan resorted to superstition, even consulting Traveling Wizards and fortune tellers.

It was not until Prince Dan of the Far East learned from a fortune teller that there was a hermit of a past era living hidden in the mountains; if persuaded to leave his seclusion, the East would be stabilised, without worry for two thousand years.

That strongest man of the Far East was known as Jie Dao. His real name was lost to history, remembered only as a religious title. He was perhaps the most famous assassin in the entire history.

Jie Dao had no intention of leaving his retreat, but was moved by Prince Dan's heartfelt plea.

Jie Dao crossed the oceans, offering complete maps of the East and all its shipping lanes, as well as the mountain-sea ledger, as a ruse to assassinate the Overlord.

Though he ultimately failed, he managed to injure the Overlord, leaving a bold and indelible mark in history.

Some scholars lauded the Overlord, others Jie Dao. What research has confirmed is that one of the reasons for the Overlord's misfortunes and illness late in life was the injury inflicted by Jie Dao, compounded by his offspring's combat for inheritance, leading to a despondent end.

All in all, even Jie Dao did not dare to claim the title Netherworld Envoy. If you dare to call yourself Netherworld Envoy, you must be even greater than Jie Dao.

The organization Morison belonged to.

Dedicated to doing one thing for life, mostly enjoying leisure, receiving a task generally meant a death sentence—it was essentially a farewell to life.

And the probability was high that it involved assassination, changing the course of the world by eliminating a person.

Action was taken only if necessary, but once initiated, it was certain to succeed.

His training had nothing to do with innate talent or the many secret techniques of the world.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.