Free Web NovelTian Qi was born and raised in Deerhorn City. His father and mother, his grandparents, even his maternal grandfather and grandmother—all of them had been night watchmen of Deerhorn.
Following in his family’s footsteps, Tian Qi too became a night watchman, and at a young age he even made it to captain.
For the sake of this city—this hometown of theirs—
his family had given much.
And they had also received much. If monsters had never appeared in the world, Tian Qi could have lived a pleasant life in this city.
The kind of life where he would marry a wife, raise children, earn merit and status, and live in comfort and wealth.
But now—
Tian Qi was about to die.
Golden rain fell, suffused with holy breath, warm and soothing to the heart.
It could not only heal old wounds, but also dispel every trace of evil and corruption.
Tian Qi lay in the sewer. Through the round opening of the drain above, his dull eyes stared up at the golden clouds shining in the night sky.
The goblin horde had suddenly erupted inside the city, and a resistance was quickly organized.
Deerhorn was not far from the ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) border, so naturally its people had more experience in responding to such threats.
Many forces contributed. Squad after squad descended into the sewers, searching for the source of the monster tide.
And Tian Qi’s squad was one of them.
But not long after they entered, his squad lost all contact with the outside world.
Tian Qi did not care much. It was only goblins after all.
There might be many of them, but to his squad—an elite unit by the standards of Deerhorn City—it would only mean some extra work.
The more goblins they killed, the more merit they gained, and the better their chances of promotion in the future.
Spells of seventh tier and above were usually called high-rank magic, and ninth tier and above were super-tier magic.
A super-tier spell named [Rain of Creation] had been activated, spanning the whole city.
The crazed goblins, beneath the golden rain, were annihilated to the last.
Warm golden drops fell upon Tian Qi’s face, yet in his heart there was no comfort, only cold despair.
It was over.
Deerhorn was finished.
Everything was finished.
[Rain of Creation] was a super-tier spell leaning toward healing and support. Its range was vast, leaving no corner untouched, easily reaching every dead end of the sewers.
Against monsters below tier one, it was utterly lethal—touch meant instant death.
But the higher the monster’s tier, the weaker its effect became.
Its advantage was that it had no side effects: it harmed no buildings, polluted nothing, hurt no pure humans.
For the goblin horde, it was without doubt the single most effective super-tier spell.
But—
once cast, a super-tier spell required at least a week before it could be used again.
During that recovery period, Deerhorn’s greatest trump card could not be deployed.
“How could this be...”
The golden rain healed Tian Qi’s ghastly wounds and even cleared away the deadly curse afflicting him.
By reason, he should be climbing to his feet and running, running until he made it out through a drain opening.
His entire squad had been wiped out in the depths of the sewer. Without this grand golden rain, he would already have been stripped of life by the curse.
The goblin horde had been nothing but a smokescreen, a distraction to cover the ritual of awakening an evil god.
The true terror was hidden safely in the depths of the sewer, and the countdown to its release had already begun.
Tian Qi no longer wanted to run.
There was no escaping.
Inside the city, there was only a newly-appointed Hero with less than three years’ experience. That rookie Hero could never handle something like this.
He only wanted to lie in this warm rain, quietly remembering the past, waiting for death.
But...
why?
Why was he standing up again?!
Tian Qi struggled upright in the sewer, gasping faintly.
Why—why were his limbs, as soon as they could move, urging him to leave? Had he always been this afraid of death?
“Run!”
“Run fast!”
“Don’t look back, just keep running... ah—!”
His mind was a mess, his comrades’ dying screams and agonized cries still echoed in his ears! frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Yes!
Yes!
No one wanted to die.
“Move!” Tian Qi’s face twisted, tears streaming, pounding his legs with his fists as he scrambled forward on hands and feet through the filthy sewer like a wild dog hunted by Death itself!
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! Uuuh... I can’t die here, I’m going to be a great captain someday! I can’t die here...!”
Splash!
Splash!
Tian Qi flailed his arms and legs, fleeing madly through the sewer. He couldn’t tell directions, only kept his left hand against the wall and ran.
“I refuse to die in a sewer, uuuh...!”
Ignoring the tears streaming down his face, Tian Qi would pick himself up and keep running even after slipping in the muck.
Splash!
Splash!
“Run all you like.” From the sewer depths, a monster formed from several ghastly white corpses crawled forward, its feet in the water steaming with white smoke.
Seeing the golden rain drifting in through an open drain above, the creature hesitated to advance too far.
It slowly retreated into the darkness.
“Then let your comrades wait outside to be reunited with you...”
...
On the surface.
Vieya, stopped in her tracks, felt her mood churn, veins bulging on her pale fist.
“Brat, this isn’t a place for you. Don’t disturb the grown-ups. Go back and suck your mother’s milk.” freewebnøvel.coɱ
The black-clothed men impatiently waved her off, like shooing away a fly.
“Go, go, go!”
As they spoke, one of them stepped forward to shove her.
Boom!
A thunderous sound.
Vieya slowly withdrew her rainless right foot, not sparing a glance for the black-clothed man now slumped against the wall, life or death unknown. Holding her black umbrella, she intended to keep walking.
At that moment, the commotion drew the attention of the other black-clothed men.
They slowly closed in, gripping their batons.
The girl in white, umbrella in hand, stood gracefully in the rain.
