In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Looking at the figure that appeared incredibly small in front of the giant wave, Jimiya and Lemoni naturally knew what he hated.

Among the four-person team, Oshin, as the son of a god, was born with the ability to control the seawater. Standing on the sea, he was even able to suppress monsters comparable to the first generation of magical beasts.

Lemoni possesses spear skills and blessings inherited from the God of War, as well as a golden spear originating from himself.

Kimia is also a human who resembles a magical beast. She possesses immense power, and when necessary, her red-eyed personality can also emerge to use magic to assist her.

Only Luslan... has nothing.

Things like the Sphinx Claw are incredibly plentiful.

“He was the hardest working one, back in the tribe.” Jimia held Ruslan’s short sword and stabbed the white chimera’s corpse. “Oshen and I would do five sets of exercises, and he would do ten sets, the kind that wouldn’t go to sleep until he finished.”

"But later... while Ou Shen and I were doing ten sets of exercises, he could only do five."

“His finish line might not even be as high as Ou Shen’s starting point.” Jimia looked at the crying figure, feeling a little sorry for him, and turned her head away.

Oshin, his bandages wrapped around his neck, came out of the cabin and immediately saw the somewhat dejected figure sitting on the shore after his outburst.

“Ruslan…brother.” Ocean clenched his right fist.

"What's wrong, Ou Shen?" Aga followed Ou Shen out.

"Aga, can I ask you for a favor?" Oshin didn't turn around; his eyes remained fixed on Ruslan.

"What kind of help?"

"Go, old man Cheyhun, and call him to the beach."

"Oh, no problem, you...you guys adjust your mood."

“I know,” O’Shing nodded.

......

Cheyhun is seeing a patient at home.

“This herb will do the trick.” He took a basket from his shelf, took out some herbs, put them in a burlap sack, and handed it to the patient.

He seemed to be in good spirits, with a broken sword hanging at his waist, and his posture was much more upright.

The chimeras that Oshin and his crew brought him made him feel for the first time that there was still hope in life.

He had been depressed for several years after his son's death, and after thinking about it, he realized it was time to pull himself together.

The patient left, and Cheyhun had just closed the door when there was another knock.

"So many patients today..." Cheyhun opened the door and saw a boy slightly shorter than himself. "Aga?"

“Old man Cheyhun.” Agah gasped for breath.

“You’re Alma’s brother? What’s wrong? Are you sick too?” Cheyhun put his hands on his hips and looked at the nine-year-old boy.

“No, I’m just here to deliver a message.” Aga shook his head.

"Who told you to deliver a message? What message?" Cheyhun looked at Aga strangely.

"Yes, Ou Shen and the others asked me to call you to the beach; they have something to show you."

"Those kids are back?" Cheyhun asked, somewhat surprised.

Aga was speechless: "You're really out of touch with the outside world. They've been back for over a week."

“Oh, oh. I’ll go then, let’s go.” Cheyhun nodded quickly.

I can't refuse those good kids who came to see me. What do they want from me?

......

Mayor's office.

"Mayor Laurent!" The young man burst through the door to the mayor's office.

"Cokuvit?" Mayor Laurent was reading a report when he heard a clatter. Somewhat displeased, he looked at the young man called Cokuvit. "What happened? Why are you so impulsive!"

The young man's expression of surprise and shock lingered for a long time.

He pointed outside the door: "Those hunters, those hunters didn't come back last night, but they came back this morning!"

"They're back?!" The mayor jumped to his feet. "Well, did they bring back any game?"

"We brought it back, and not only did we bring it back, we brought back—the most dangerous one, the white chimera!"

Laurent's eyes widened immediately.

"Good! Good!"

"They're incredibly capable! That's fantastic!" The report in his hand was trembling. "I'll send someone to contact them immediately; I want to meet them."

His eyes shone: "We, Ozark, can finally leave this small town."

"These young hunters will be—heroes!"

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No updates today...

As the title says, the person is already in the hospital. Sorry...

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Chapter 565 The town mayor wants to see us?

From a distance, Cheyhun could see something on the beach, which looked like a huge red and white beast lying dead there.

“Old Master Cheyhun, I feel you are truly lucky,” Agah said sincerely as he walked beside Cheyhun.

“What do you mean? I’ve never felt lucky,” Cheyhun said, stroking his beard and sighing.

His life was like a jinx; he lost his parents in childhood, his wife in middle age, and in his old age, his only son died in the forest.

"I've never been lucky."

Aga glanced at the gloomy sky, then at Cheyhun: "I say, old man Cheyhun, isn't it already the end of the dry season?"

“Yeah, the rainy season is coming in a few days, and then we’ll all be submerged, with only a small patch of land in Ozark above the surface.” Cheyhun shrugged and glanced at the town. “Ozark’s toughest time is coming.”

“Yes, it will be very difficult to go hunting then.” Aga smiled. “So, with only a few days left before the rainy season, Ocean and his men have done something big.”

"Guess what kind of magical beast that is?"

Cheyhun stopped in his tracks.

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he stared at the hateful appearance.

"White... Chimera..."

Without saying another word, he ran straight over.

"That speed...it doesn't seem like that of an elderly person." Aga didn't follow, but just looked at Cheyhun's back with a smile on his face.

Those guys are really... strong.

The images of Ou Shen and his companions flashed through Aga's mind.

I'm a little... envious.

Cheyhun ran wildly.

He held the broken sword in his hand.

"Oh, you're here." When Chimia saw Cheyhun running towards them at high speed, she took her hand off the white chimera and looked at the three people beside her.

Ruslan has returned, and nothing has changed, except... he's become somewhat silent.

Cheyhun ran over, but instead of talking to Ocean and the other three, he went to the white chimera's side.

Looking at the beast that had devoured his son—the one he had longed for day and night, the one he had never wanted to avenge, but was too old and powerless to do so—Cheyhun knelt on the ground.

She burst into tears.

He pulled the broken sword from his waist and held it in his arms.

"Aichhun! Aichhun! Son! Son!"

The old man's cries fell along with the raindrops.

Aga stretched out a hand, felt the raindrops falling on it, and sighed.

"The rainy season seems to have started earlier than usual."

Aga silently walked to the front of Ocean's cabin and continued exercising in the shade where the rain wouldn't get in.

"No words can express how I feel right now, Oshin, Jimia, the children." Cheyhun hugged Oshin, choking back tears, and knelt on the ground, his words somewhat incoherent.

"You don't need to thank me, we've already had a drink together." Oshin chuckled as he patted Cheyhun on the shoulder. "Besides, this was really just a way of repaying a debt of gratitude. We mainly wanted to test our abilities."

Cheyhun grabbed Ocean's hand while crying.

He placed the broken sword from his waist into Ou Shen's hand.

"Grandpa, what is this...?" Ou Shen looked at the broken sword in his hand, somewhat astonished.

“This is… my son’s sword. Although it’s not a good sword, it was the best sword in our town back then. Now it’s only half left.” He looked at the broken sword and sighed. “It’s a symbol. I know that my son, Aichihun, fought to the very end with this sword. Even when he was devoured by beasts, he never lost his honor.”

"I hope you can take it with you, Ocean..."

Ou Shen, however, pushed the broken sword back.

“Oushen…”

"Grandpa, I'll accept this broken sword, but could you lend it to someone else?" Ou Shen asked with a smile.

Cheyhun looked a little bewildered.

Watching Cheyhun walk away into the distance, Jimia's eyes showed a hint of worry: "Oshen, is this really okay?"

Ou Shen shook his head decisively: "I don't know."

"Then why did you still...?"

“Jimia.” Oshin interrupted Jimia, looking at Cheyhun who had already walked to Luslan’s side, “Luslan has now… lost his confidence.”

"To be honest, I don't know how to help with this kind of thing." His expression was complicated. "Confidence is related to strength, and Luslan's strength..."

When Jimia heard Ou Shen's words, her eyes flickered, but in the end, she could only let out a sigh.