He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

May there be no more pain in heaven!

Amen!

A funeral procession of twenty-eight solemn police officers, arranged in two neat rows, marched along the edge of the vast desert toward the deserted, solitary building.

Several tall Black men were specially selected, each with one free hand, to carry the tightly closed, empty coffin at the front.

The people behind scattered small white paper scraps into the air, and at the very back, several policewomen even had a knack for art, each playing musical instruments and singing.

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The rain in Nibelungen seemed to have lessened, and in this area far from the terrifying sea of ​​black fog, even the gloomy sky appeared clearer and brighter in view.

Ellie leaned out of the car window, her eyes darting around until she spotted Francesca, who had somehow managed to sneak into the funeral procession.

But unlike the other police officers who were genuinely grieving, Francesca was smiling quite happily.

"Are they really not going to take a car? It's a long way back to base."

Arei only needed to glance at them to understand that most of these policemen were rather low-level magicians, or to put it bluntly, ordinary people with mediocre magical talent who had nothing to boast about except for wielding magical artifacts.

It seems that Lu Ming was acting entirely out of goodwill when he pointed them in the right direction.

"Hehe, these people have said it before—they say that they are powerless in the face of danger and can only let others sacrifice themselves, which is a dereliction of duty for police officers!"

"They also said they would go through this arduous journey in its entirety to express their utmost respect to that unsung hero!"

Francesca clasped her hands together and followed the crowd in chanting "Amen."

"An unsung hero? Who is it?"

Ai Lei couldn't connect Lu Ming to anything at all.

In their little group, not to mention her, even Ishtar couldn't imagine that Lu Ming, a monster that even Odin couldn't kill, would "die a heroic death."

Moreover, Ai Lei had always known that Lu Ming had a habit of "picking up people when he went out."

The group happened to be returning from the direction Lu Ming had gone, so she agreed to their request to travel together without asking any further questions.

None of the 28 police officers knew Lu Ming's name, let alone that he was the leader of this group of women.

So, after the two groups met up, they set off peacefully towards the base in a grand procession.

The police were holding a funeral for Lu Ming, while Ai Lei and the others were waiting for Lu Ming to return.

An eerie yet tranquil atmosphere thus began to brew within it.

"Waaah, the hero hasn't returned all night. If only I had known..."

The passionate young man, Wen Gaode, cried the most intensely, as if he hadn't just met someone once, but rather as if his close relative, a brother, had died.

"If we had known this would happen, we should have marched forth with our heads held high and head held high to face the hellish underworld! We can lose anything, but we can't lose our spirit!"

“Stop talking. The heroes wouldn’t want us to think that way. It’s just blood and sweat shed in vain, a worthless sacrifice!” A policewoman sobbed upon hearing this.

"Damn it, have you forgotten that before the Holy Grail War began, when the Director summoned us from all over the country, he said that we were the symbols of justice!"

Wen Gaode's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly. "We can only die standing, not live kneeling! This is the greater good!"

"Is it acceptable to easily sacrifice ourselves for the sake of a greater cause and things we cannot do, while allowing more small evils that we could have changed to proliferate in the world?"

"Damn it...we can't do anything!"

Francesca listened to their argument and waved.

"Stop arguing, we're almost there! Want to grab something to eat?"

She smiled and handed over a large bag of wafer biscuits, saying, "Here, let me feed you some biscuits."

"Thank you, kind people..."

Ereshkigal, who was observing from the sidelines: "......"

Anyone in our group could be a good person, but Francesca is the only one who isn't simply well-intentioned.

“You’re welcome,” Francesca said, watching the police officers eat their food, before finally revealing, “These are all stolen goods from the ‘zero-dollar shopping’ operation!”

The police officers: "..."

Oh no, we've broken the law! It's an incredibly difficult-to-prevent entrapment scheme!

Francesca looked at the awkward expressions on everyone's faces with satisfaction:

"Just kidding. There are no other living people or civilizations in this Nibelungen world. You can take whatever you want."

"I'm telling you, if you're going to do a good deed, just do it. Why are you always thinking about playing pranks on people?" Ai Lei leaned against the car window, resting her chin on her hand and complaining.

“Hmm…because that would be boring!” Francesca said with a gentle smile. “I’ve always been looking forward to seeing what more interesting developments humanity will make.”

I don't understand you.

......

The group arrived at their base, which was built on a ley line. Ereshkigal and the others rested and checked the defensive measures.

The police were also busy. Based on their knowledge of Eastern customs from watching movies and their stereotypes about Chinatown, they set up a "funeral hall" outside.

"Strange, isn't this bag of wafer biscuits missing a lot?" Wen Gaode scratched his head.

He was even thinking of putting the bag of cookies up there as a "tribute" to Lu Ming.

The male colleague next to me joked, "What's wrong with your memory? We just distributed them to everyone. It's normal for someone to take a couple more packs if they're hungry!"

Your little hands are a bit dirty.

"That's not right, Mora. You know, I was the one holding it the whole time. I didn't eat any, and I didn't see anyone else take any."

Male police officer Mora sighed, "You just didn't notice because they were quick! Wengold, you might as well have kept an eye on the coffin. At least we all know that no one will open it."

Upon hearing this, Wen Gaode actually went to check the coffin. "Hey, who opened that coffin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him fell silent.

Who would bother to lift the lid of a coffin?

There's definitely no one there.

Moreover, this was a hero they all admired, and everyone was well aware of their own professional ethics.

...So, something unclean has returned?

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

They possess common knowledge of the magical world, knowing that if certain conditions are met, the dead can remain through resentment and be attracted by specific rituals.

"Hello, I'd like to have a bite."

Suddenly, Lu Ming's voice drifted from the side.

At the same time, he reached out and gently took the wafer biscuits that were offered as tribute.

Volume 1: Chapter 61, let's close it, it's boring (3k)

Not long ago, Lu Ming felt that he was really exhausted from this wave.

Having just finished a battle, I now have to be responsible for moving the spoils of war; it's really too much work for me.

Fortunately, Mr. Jack insisted on accompanying him, which made the cleanup work much easier.

Lu Ming originally thought that having him by his side would only be a hindrance, but now he realized that he had been too narrow-minded.

In the end, Mr. Jack was much more agile than him.

He has special shadow warrior techniques, which allow him to send out dozens of people to work together. Although they may not be as strong as Herzog's shadow warrior bug, when it comes to doing odd jobs, they are much better than Lu Ming working alone.

After thinking about all this, my tired brain quickly signaled that I was sleepy.

While Jack the Ripper was busy, Lu Ming closed his eyes and took a short nap.

Having not slept for over a day, Lu Ming slept soundly.

And I even had a vague dream.

I dreamt that I was still an apprentice learning the ways of an assassin, surrounded by a group of guys dressed in black robes.

The scene was somewhat blurry, and people's faces were not clearly visible. All that could be felt were pale gazes, as if they were coldly piercing through bone-white masks, like a group of big shots staring at a newbie who had just started learning.

Then came a period of almost cruel and bitter hardship. In his dream, he became a novice, engaging in battles and attacks day after day, honing his silent assassination skills.

...Holy crap, how come I had a dream that was so similar to my past experiences?

Stop it! We've been fighting these stubborn, masked heroes of Odin in Nibelungen for decades. Trying to do this in a dream is just nauseating.

It's just a little strange that in my dream, I seemed to have better stealth skills?

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Ming finally broke free from the dream and woke up in the passenger seat, with Jack the Ripper driving a large truck beside him.

"Are you awake? I noticed a change in your expression; it seems you were dreaming?"

"It's hard to judge the content of this dream. It feels like cultivation, or perhaps like starting over."

Lu Ming smacked his lips, unable to understand why he would suddenly dream of training as an assassin.

Could it be that he has recently taken in a fanatical female disciple, which has rekindled his long-dormant passion for this path of cultivation?

It's similar to looking back on the glorious past, and then subconsciously starting to learn from the past and revisit the path of self-cultivation to reach a higher level.

Lu Ming frowned, repeatedly recalling the contents of his dream.

At the same time, the body begins to consciously imitate the techniques used in the dream.

Jack the Ripper gripped the steering wheel and suddenly froze. He felt that Lu Ming's presence beside him seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

He turned his head in surprise and doubt, only to find that Lu Ming was still there, unmoved in the same spot.

Jack the Ripper withdrew his gaze, and instantly realized once again that he couldn't sense the presence of those around him. Could it be...?

Is this the Assassin's class skill 'Presence Concealment'?

Lu Ming only had a dream about cultivation, and he already learned the technique of concealing one's aura!?

......

Upon returning to the base, Lu Ming, upon seeing the police force, quietly used the stealth skills he had "learned in his dream" to follow them.

At this moment, Lu Ming seemed to transform into a shapeless shadow, easily blending into blind spots and shadows of obstructions. His footsteps were almost inaudible, and all his actions were performed as if by instinct.

Then he heard a group of policemen mourning their "death".

What does this mean? Is this a preemptive curse upon him?

"Hello, I'd like to have a bite."

Lu Ming's sudden appearance still gave them quite a fright.

After all, a group of 28 people are not considered outstanding magicians.

This can be understood as twenty-eight Matou Shinjis.

In the minds of many of them, the sudden return of such a powerful warrior as "Lu Ming" must have given birth to an extremely terrifying vengeful spirit. Only by summoning highly accomplished monks or priests could there be any possibility of its salvation.

“Hero…” Wen Gaode was stunned and wanted to go over, but was pulled back by his companion.

"What should we do?" Officer Mora asked gravely, "At this point, the only thing we can do is to eliminate the resentment, right?"

How can resentment be eliminated? How can regrets from one's previous life be fulfilled?

“I know! The hero died without marrying and having children, leaving behind descendants. That’s the greatest regret in life!” said the idea king in the crowd.

"Got it, Annie, our police station's little beauty, let's go!" Her dark-haired best friend, Yuki Capote, nudged Annie Caron, who had a bright golden braid.

True sisters should stab each other in the back!

"Hey! You guys are going too far!" Annie's face turned red.

Wen Gaode, perhaps getting too caught up in the role, blurted out, "I've seen those Chinese movies where there's a way for the living and the dead to marry, I think it's called a ghost marriage..."

"That's...marriage!?"

Just then, Irene walked over:

"Lu Ming, Jack brought over a lot of materials, saying all the credit goes to you... What are you guys doing!?"

Lu Ming, while eating a wafer biscuit, replied:

"It seems like they're discussing who should have a ghost marriage with me."

"A ghost marriage!?"