"That's a lot, you went through all that?" Outside at a campfire just in front of the house, Enzo and the rest of the family sat in a circle in the middle of the night.

Enzo had just finished narrating everything he had gone through in his first voyage, from waking up in the Red Sun Prison to nearly being devoured by Nibbleskin, to freeing Victory and the journey across the Great Desert.

There wasn't a single moment of true rest, he had fought against incredibly dangerous horrors and had been pivotal to the ascension of a god.

Not that he even knew what that meant, but he could feel the pain of going through that very much.

"Ehh, it was just that… in the past." Enzo smiled bitterly. Nibbleskin and Victoria had kept him sane the whole time; if not, he might have run mad in that place. Unfortunately, they weren't with him anymore.

"Literally." The old man scooted forward and patted Enzo on the shoulder.

He had been young once. He knew what it felt like to dream. He knew despite all of this, Enzo right now was very optimistic about the future.

He loved to see that.

"You didn't need to bring all of this home… it's overflowing." In front of the campfire, the mother complained about Enzo's spending habits. Because he had so much time didn't mean he had to spend it all.

In front of her was a pot of potato soup, lined with a variety of meat clumps that seemed to overpopulate the soup itself. Enzo had brought a lot of things home, like food, neat clothes, and upgraded HUDs for his younger ones.

These were things he had wanted to do for the longest time, but due to their way of living, he had to shelf it.

"More will come," Enzo smiled, looking to his father.

Mr. White hadn't just helped his family stay alive, he had been the one to help his father become healthy again. His mind was all but made up in respect of where to go right now; he just wanted to hear from his father.

"Listen, I won't impose on you. They are both great opportunities. I, for one, worked for Weavetech in the early years of my life." While the others dug into their plates of soup, Enzo and his father, Mr. Frank, broke into a much more nuanced conversation.

Enzo's future was bright; as a Star Weaver who had undergone his first voyage, he was now an elite in society. Any entity he joined would treat him well.

"But if you were to ask me, Mr. White is a good option. Weavetech is just too big. You would sooner be forgotten by them than make a name for yourself," he explained.

When he was first involved in the accident in Weavetech, they actually took steps to take care of him, a lowly cleaner. But after a few months, they just stopped; his entry pass was frozen, and they forgot about him.

Weavetech was the reason he had been crippled all this while. That didn't mean he hated them, of course, they were just too big to care about a lowly person like him.

"Figured," Enzo muttered under his breath. Going to Weavetech for help with his voyage was already a hard enough thing for him to do, seeing what they did to his father.

Right now, he just wanted to know why, but from his father's words, there was no need to be bothered.

While they spoke, a distance away, three men walked through the ruined city, each wearing well-tailored suit sets. Their eyes focused on a building not too far away.

"That's the place?" one pointed out. He was rather young, a look of arrogance painted all over his face.

A few hours ago, his uncle had lazily appointed him to a recruitment mission in the outskirts of Forte Marie. He hated the fact that he had been stuck in this wasteland for so many months to begin with—now this?

Frustrating!

"Yes, that's it," the person beside him responded rather robotically as the glow of a campfire slowly came into view the further along they walked.

Moments later, they came to a stop around 100 meters from the fire and shone a flashlight at them, indicating they were friendly.

"Don't panic, they are from Weavetech." As soon as the flashlight hit, Enzo spoke, calming down his family members who had just received a jump scare.

He had clocked them moving toward them around 20 minutes ago using his advanced night eyesight. A lot of the attributes from his night creature avatar had been firmly engraved in him.

But most of all, his survival instincts were premium.

Enzo beckoned for them to come forward soon enough, allowing the three men in suits to approach their encampment in the middle of the ruined city of Forte Marie.

"To what do we owe this pleasant visit, sirs?" Enzo's father, Franklin, barely standing straight with his cane, asked, seeing the three men.

"We are here to speak to the one called Enzo Malvaran. I'm assuming it's the one next to you." The youngest of the three looked at the old man in disdain, then panned his gaze to Enzo.

The young man was still seated on a concrete pillar that had fallen since God knows when. He didn't seem bothered by their presence, which was strange, to say the least.

"That's me." Enzo stood up and walked toward them.

"You're from Weavetech, I presume?" Enzo asked as he stretched his hand out for a handshake.

Unfortunately, his gesture was not received well as the leader only looked around as if searching for something.

"Where's the coffin?" he asked calmly.

Enzo was known as the Graveyard Shadow because of the black coffin that appeared beside him during his first voyage. It was said that even a Sanctified Weaver had failed to pull it from his side.

Aside from that, there was nothing so important about him. He was just a nobody with no background.

"Hm!" Seeing the callous disregard the Weavetech representative had for him, Enzo shook his head. His view of Weavetech had taken another nosedive.

One thing Enzo didn't notice, though, was the look one of the other two gave his father in the distance—a look of surprise tinged with malice.

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