NOVEL NEXT Chapter 409: Change in the City
Atlan gave Ninth and the others a silent look. And they accepted his gift with a solemn nod, having the implicit agreement that they would never talk about what happened inside the mission to others.
After all, the things that they learned about Atlan were truly mind-breaking. Anyone would start to wonder if he was even human at this point, especially since he could talk and communicate with Canzers as if he were a Canzer himself.
Because they knew Atlan personally and saw him fighting for the good of humanity, they knew that he was a good person.
However, not a lot of people know about Atlan. They only knew the Star Porter. And if they quickly found out that he had these strange powers, powers that were once originally from Canzers, then they would start to wonder about his true motives.
This was especially true in this current chaotic climate. The citizens were both angry and confused. They would quickly turn to Atlan and make him the scapegoat for everything that happened in this City.
Ninth and the others looked at their SoulTime and saw it not as a bribe, but as a gift. After all, Atlan didn't ask them to keep his secret. It was only because Ninth and the others wanted to repay Atlan and keep him safe that they kept their mouths shut.
"We'll convene some other time," said Ninth to everyone in her team. "I'll call for everyone once the HeadQuarters is open for us to enter. Right now, let's let the citizens calm down for a few days."
Atlan agreed with Ninth's assessment and knew that in a few days, the citizens would soon get bored trying to enter inside the HeadQuarters.
And since everyone now had to worry about their own SoulTime, they wouldn't want to risk their lives by creating more chaos in the City.
Atlan soon bid goodbye to Ninth and the others and went directly to his house. Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire
When he arrived at the Suburban village of his property, he saw that most of the houses were either trashed or destroyed by the rioters.
After all, this was a famed village that only Saviors lived in. And despite everything that the Saviors did for the City, the citizens all thought that the Saviors were the ones responsible for everything bad happening to their lives.
His house was no stranger to this. The doors were broken down, the window glasses were shattered by thrown stones, and even part of his roof was spray painted with some kind of vulgarity. Atlan actually thought that he got it better compared to the other Savior houses in the vicinity.
When he went inside, he was thankful that his bedroom and the rest of the rooms weren't affected by the rioting. It looks like the angry mob only threw stuff at the front of his house, leaving his bedroom squeaky clean.
Atlan never cared for how the interior of his house looked, so he didn't care that it was trashed. As long as he had a roof to sleep in, then he considered himself lucky.
"This is your house? You should have stayed in my kingdom and we could have given you a room fit for a king," said the black dragon plushie floating beside him.
"It's nice… it's not as homely as our cottage in the forest, but it's nice enough," commented Tulip, the white-green dragon plushie.
Both of his tamed dragons floated around his house and inspected everything there was to see in the human world.
This was the first time they could freely look around in this dimension without triggering a symptom in the Remedium. So, they quickly tried to fiddle with everything in Atlan's room.
"Oooh! Moving pictures!" said Tulip in wonder as she looked at the TV.
"Strange magic, humans have. But I must admit that it is quite amazing," said the Enchanted Queen.
Atlan wanted them to explore to their heart's content, so he let them do whatever they pleased.
While the dragons were busy being surprised by the flushing of the toilet, Atlan laid down on his bed and took a nap.
As a demigod of death, he didn't need any sleep to keep his body working. However, a lot of things happened during the mission in quite a small amount of time. He needed this peace and quiet.
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The next day, Atlan got up and found himself looking around him. He took a peek at the window and saw no rioting, heard no chaos, nor felt any disturbance that was so prevalent yesterday.
He stepped outside and saw people cleaning the houses that were once thrashed.
"Make sure you clean this properly," said one of his neighbors.
"Yes, yes," replied the guy with the broom in his hand. "Now, about my payment…you'll give me a tip, right?"
The Savior nodded his head. "As long as you finish all the work today and make my house the same way it was before, then I'll give you a bonus. Here, I'll give you some compensation now so that you'll feel motivated."
Upon hearing this, the guy with the broom couldn't help but express his excitement.
"Thank you!"
Then, the Savior took out a strange syringe-like object from his pockets and stuck it onto his wrist.
And with a single push of a button, the syringe suddenly lit up in a strange yellow glow.
Atlan saw the same blobs of light that he saw yesterday slowly fill up the syringe, creating that yellow glow.
After that, the Savior then gave the syringe to the guy with the broom, who happily accepted the gift.
The guy with the broom stuck the syringe into his wrist, letting all of the stored blobs of light in the syringe directly towards his body.
The man showed a euphoric expression as he felt the warmth flowing into his veins.
Once the syringe had completely emptied, he gave it back to the Savior and thanked him profusely before going back to sweep all the mess in the house.
Atlan couldn't believe his eyes. They exchanged SoulTime!
Somehow, in a matter of hours, the people already accepted SoulTime as the de facto currency of Genesis City.