Won felt a profound sense of relief that he hadn't expected. He had slept for nearly six hours, the longest period of continuous rest he’d managed since the last couple of days. He sat leaning against the wooden pillar of his customary tower- the place he now thought of as his own personal cottage- and looked out at his private black ocean, brightened by the soft glow of the full moon. He realized the moon was always full here, and it was always night. This was exactly how he’d always wanted his existence to be: hidden in the shadow, in the dark, living peacefully.After relaxing for a few more minutes, he decided it was time to leave. He needed to eat; he hadn't had a single drop of water since last night.He closed his eyes and returned, finding himself back near the shoreline of the Death City.

Ramiro was facing behind Niall and Jasper, while his brother and the rest of their small team spread out behind him. They stood across from the cohort of Jasper who had been staring up at them moments before.“What is it, Jasper?” Ramiro asked, his voice flat.“We have come to talk,” Jasper replied.“Then talk,” Leo spoke.“The King was ridiculed by all of you, but one thing is missing: none of us can remember why he was ridiculed,” Jasper said, his eyes flicking toward Won and Noah. “There was certainly a case of someone assaulting a girl, we don't remember the person, and the guards ended up dead, and the King retreated. What are we missing? You had something to do with the chaos. Everything is messed up in our head

Sighing inwardly, Won ran a hand through his hair, the endless stream of surprises in this Veyne exhausting him. “What is this? More characters? A King, a Gnasher, and now a deity?”Orson cracked a soft chuckle, though his eyes were with suspicion as he looked at Jasper. “Who is this deity, exactly?”“It’s a demon that the King and the people of this main city worship,” Jasper explained. “We can’t leave this place. Neither can you. Not unless you kill that Deity Demon. We’re living here, making this place livable like the real world, because of that deity.”“Then shouldn’t you call it a good demon?” Won asked, skeptical.“A demon is still a demon, kid,” Niall chimed in, groani

The entire hall room fell into a terrifying, absolute silence. The King, frozen on his throne, was unable to process the blinding speed of the execution.Mikasa looked up at the King, her face devoid of emotion. “Can Silas go now?” she asked quietly.The King coughed, recovering slightly. “Defeating a Knight simply does not forgive his sin of committing treason,” he announced, the words regaining a thin layer of authority. “It only reduces the penalty. I will not compromise with crime committed under my watch.”Mikasa scoffed, a dry laugh. “Is that so? Why did I hear something different then? Except for rape, every other crime’s punishment is decided by a combat challenge.”The King fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable wit

The sheer reality of their situation was almost absurd. The squad realized they were inside the carcass of a gigantic S-ranked Titan Monster that Silas had killed a year ago. He had mummified the massive, dragon-like creature, then used everything at hand, cement, steel, and salvaged palace furnishings, to make it look like a complete, if bizarrely shaped, luxury house from the inside. A strange yet effective hideout.The smell of death was completely gone, which made the squad’s heads freeze as they tried to imagine the colossal effort it took for Silas to cleanse and outfit the massive internal cavity.Silas laughed softly, watching their stunned expressions. “Don’t worry. I have options for you to train here perfectly. This Titan is huge, it was dragon-like, and there are numbers of its kind in this area. I have around six rooms and four tr