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"I have left some research results for the family, such as formulas that can significantly enhance the efficacy of medicines, which could double our family's influence in the Pharmacist industry. There are also more efficient textile machines that can exponentially increase productivity... I have already contributed a lot to the family."
The two stood at the bow of the ship, enjoying the gentle breeze and chatting.
After hearing the other person's account, Xiar recalled Shining Gold Town. This time, he had left in such a hurry, and previously he had been completely clueless about machinery; he had only relied on brute force to carve a path to the mines.
Although he had left a few Ultimate Evolution Bodies to guard the family, they were ultimately too weak. If they encountered an exceptional Second-Level Spirit Master, those Evolved Totem beasts would be nothing more than a snack, easily dealt with!
He hoped everything would be fine. When he returned, the entire Farn County would bow before him!
Xiar did not sense any trouble with those Ultimate Evolution Bodies and was not particularly worried. He just wanted to finish looking around the fishing village and return as soon as possible.
Although the villagers had sold his belongings, they had ultimately saved his life; otherwise, he would have been left lying on the beach, vulnerable to being eaten by monsters.
After all, with the collapse of Firefly, he was no longer shrouded in Guardian Spirit Light—Auxiliary Totems could not provide Guardian Spirit Light protection at all times.
"It seems there’s a problem; that smoke is indicative of a large-scale fire," Warner suddenly pointed into the distance.
In the direction he indicated, thick smoke billowed upward, clearly signaling a serious fire, and the source of the smoke was right at Benson Town!
"What’s going on? Why did it suddenly catch fire?"
"Could it be a pirate attack?"
"That place seems to be Benson Town, a poor and dilapidated fishing village. How could it possibly attract pirates?"
The crew members who had donned their work attire began whispering among themselves. Xiar's extraordinary hearing allowed him to catch every word clearly, and his powerful reasoning skills led him to arrive at an answer he was reluctant to face.
However, it was something that ultimately needed to be confronted!
Twenty meters from the shore, Xiar exerted his strength, and the deck cracked underfoot as he leaped onto the land, expressionless as he walked toward the smoke-filled fishermen's town.
At this moment, Benson Town had been completely engulfed by flames. All the buildings were ablaze, thick smoke shrouding the area for hundreds of meters.
This place was too backward; most of the structures were made of wood. Relying on its proximity to the sea, there were hardly any fire prevention measures in place.
Now, it was a disaster, with flames igniting everything in their path, creating a raging inferno that seemed like a demon destroying all in its wake!
Xiar silently stepped into the fire, an invisible barrier shielding him from the flames' assault, allowing him to traverse through the Blazing Flames as if walking on solid ground.
Everything was burning; the once-familiar houses were enveloped in fire.
The tavern at the east end of the town was ablaze, crackling with sounds as wooden beams fell, burying what had been the favorite gathering spot for the Fishermen.
He saw a body lying inside—the boisterous tavern keeper had been ignited by the flames, leaning against the table where she usually collected payments.
In the town's central square, originally established by the Benson Family for hosting feasts and where Fishermen enjoyed bonfire parties at night, a mound now stood in the center, emanating a strong scent of charred meat.
Bodies were being brought here for mass cremation, making it the hottest spot of flames in town, like flickering life forces of fishermen.
Familiar faces ignited in the fire turned to charred ashes, fueling Xiar's inner fury.
Ultimately, he arrived silently at Old Evan's house.
This was his most familiar place; after all, he had lived here for several years—too familiar to forget.
Unfortunately, it was also consumed by flames.
In the yard, the flowers and plants that had been carefully tended by Loli were all ignited by the fire, turning to ashes.
He clenched his fists and walked into the room, gritting his teeth as he entered the place where he had previously slept.
On the simple table by the bedside lay several wooden boards, each adorned with various colors depicting childish drawings.
These were the stories he had told his family before, featuring innocent and kind mermaids, pumpkin carriages, and so on.
But now, they were all charred by the licking flames, and he could not find Old Evan or Jasmine.
However, in the room, he spotted a shoe on the floor, and at the doorway hung a piece of linen that had been singed.
He crouched down and picked up a string of shiny shell necklaces that had fallen to the ground.
These were collected by that family member every time they went to the beach with Old Evan. Whenever they found beautiful shells, they would clean them thoroughly before wearing them around their necks.
His anger ignited completely, and he couldn't help but throw his head back and roar:
"Ah!"
Xiar's unparalleled strength erupted as he punched the wall, creating a massive hole. Then he stomped his foot on the ground.
The entire floor shattered with a deafening explosion, cracks spreading in all directions, causing the structure above to tremble violently before collapsing and burying him!
Yet it had no effect on him. He silently emerged from the rubble of the collapsed house and returned to the square, staring at the pile of burning corpses. In a daze, he saw faces crying out in anguish.
He didn't need to sense carefully; he had already felt the familiar life fluctuations within, along with the last remnants of a spirit's will.
Eventually, a faint life fluctuation caught his attention. Xiar walked over and crouched in front of the fisherman, whose life flickered like a fragile candle.
"Pirates... the pirates are coming... they want... they want to sell those scales..." The fisherman gasped, his right hand weakly grasping at the air, trying to fend off the approach of death.
Xiar clearly saw the emotions reflected in the fisherman's eyes: hope when he first saw him, despair as the flame of life began to extinguish, and finally, an unwillingness to accept his fate.
In that brief moment, it felt as if an eternity passed for the fisherman, filled with reluctance and regret as he departed. He could only express his final plea through his gaze and lip movements—
"Avenger for us!"
This was the first time Xiar watched someone die slowly before him, deeply moved by the sight. With a calm sadness, he said, "Don't worry, I will make them pay for your deaths."
His voice was low and lacked any certainty, yet it felt like a promise that would inevitably be fulfilled.
All because of scales—because of the Burrowing Beast's scales—the fishing village had suffered a devastating attack.
As an Ultimate Form existence, even in death, its scales were many times harder than steel. The fishermen blindly sold them, bringing about their own doom!
He crouched on the ground and murmured, "Heh, everything goes as planned; how quickly karma comes around!"
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