Enforcer Manual
Chapter 998 - 900: Endless Suffering, Seize the Day to Have Fun

Chapter 998: Chapter 900: Endless Suffering, Seize the Day to Have Fun

The night fell, and Song Lan and the others sat around a roaring fire, as if time had rewound back over a century.

Rosali had heard from the elderly that after the Third War ended, when the people hiding in the shelters returned to the surface, they were greeted by a world full of wounds.

Drought, radiation, and disease—every second spent on the surface meant a tremendous burden on their lives, yet even so, the shelter residents resolutely returned to the world that had once belonged to them.

During the period of building their homes, those people, after a day of toil, would do like they are doing now: light a bonfire, bring out a box of wine and canned food, and fantasize about what their home would look like in the future.

Just like them right now.

Rosali was born in one of the poorest villages of the "outer world," during the most chaotic and disordered times.

The notorious gold rush brought countless bandits, and her village was burned to ashes. While being sold like goods to the Oasis, a Rebel Army squad killed the bandits and rescued her from her miserable fate.

Since then, she stayed with the Rebel Army, following their actions.

Until the army’s leader died in a battle, and the others, following his will, passed the leadership position to her—the one with the most outstanding Spiritual Energy talent.

But in truth, Rosali didn’t want to be the leader of the Rebel Army, nor did she want to carry the heavy title of "Hades."

All she wanted was to stay in the card room as usual, gathering a group of chess and card game enthusiasts to happily play cards.

Whenever the leader saw this scenario, he could not help but grab the back of her collar, chiding her in a disappointed tone for lacking great ambition—wasting such talent mired in chess and card games all day long.

Rosali still remembered that when the bad news came, she was in the card room.

The confluence of two pieces of grim news stunned her so that she felt dazed the entire day.

Perhaps because of her childhood experiences, Rosali had a natural affinity for the title "God of Harvest"—the villagers would always pray for its blessing.

And now, Song Lan, known as God of Harvest by the Death God Crab, was genuinely standing before her.

But the story he told was a great disappointment to Rosali.

The title God of Harvest actually originated from a plate of egg fried rice. During the Horn Bug’s period of awakening intelligence in The First Region, egg fried rice was a major strategic material for them. Therefore, it was only natural that Song Lan, who knew how to cook egg fried rice, became the God of Harvest worshipped by the Bug Tribe.

With the growth of the Horn Bug clan, the legend of the God of Harvest spread beyond The First Region, allowing different mutant creature tribes to learn of the existence of the God of Harvest, with the Death God Crab being one of them.

Though the story was full of twists and oddities—and somewhat amusing—it was far from the God of Harvest Rosali imagined.

In the "outer world," where the climate was harsh year-round, people conceived of the God of Harvest as someone who could effortlessly reforest and summon rain, rejuvenating the barren land.

"It’s still the same old story,"

commented "Nothingness" after listening to the origins of the God of Harvest, "It seems she’s taken quite the rap for you again."

As someone privy to the truth, he found the most laughable part of the story to be the identity swap between Song Lan and that old friend.

Song Lan had become the God of Harvest touted by mutant creatures, while Lu Xiang had become the iron-fisted, brutal ruler of the Bug Swarm.

It was sheer black humor.

"I think it’s not entirely so,"

Song Lan, of course, refused to admit this.

After all, Lu Xiang had even drawn his gun, casting an indelible Shadow over the young heart of the King Bug with the muzzle pressed to its forehead.

Throughout his interactions with the Bug Swarm and the Devourers, he had always played the role of the good guy.

The little creatures’ opinions of him were as stable as those of his colleagues in the Law Enforcers department.

Having said that, he subtly steered the conversation back on track without making a sound, "Now that we are all friends, and since you already know that I am a Law Enforcer from The First Region, there’s no need to hide things. What brought you guys to the Oasis with such a big fuss?"

Song Lan felt that ever since coming to the Oasis, his sense of duty had grown stronger.

He even went so far as to inquire about the Rebel Army’s movements like a real Law Enforcer, concerned for the safety of the citizens of The First Region.

The Review Meeting suspected that the Rebel Army was banding together, preparing to start a war.

The news of The First Region, the Second Region, and the Fourth Region suffering from Destruction spread rapidly, making various Rebel Armies aware that the current United Government was at the end of its tether, making a move against them plausible.

"Are you worried that we’ve banded together to launch a direct attack on the United Government?"

"That possibility isn’t excluded."

"Those are outdated thoughts, the Rebel Army also needs to keep up with the times."

Rosali supported herself with both hands on the ground, looking up at the starry sky.

Letting the flames of rebellion burn fiercely in every corner of the United Government was indeed a slogan proposed by the previous leader.

Today, this ringingly loud slogan has morphed into "letting people everywhere experience the joy of chess and card games." Compared to bloodshed, fighting, and corpses everywhere, Rosali thought this could at least bring some joy to the people of the "outer world."

Beyond that, there wasn’t much more they could do.