I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 457 - 455: The Thief Who Stole the Child

Chapter 457: Chapter 455: The Thief Who Stole the Child

Uroerk and Bai Luoste border.

p.m.

A large group of refugees fleeing conscription gathered south of the border.

On closer inspection, there were probably over a hundred people, mostly men aged 20-40, with a few women among them, some cradling infants, others leading toddlers by the hand.

These refugees maintained a safe distance of 120 meters from the Bai Luoste border, as the opposing border guards and army were poised and ready.

No one wanted to accept the refugees.

Even those Western nations that advocated for humanitarianism merely encouraged others to take them in.

A large influx of jobless, able-bodied men into a country meant the government had to spend taxpayers’ money to accommodate them, and moreover, they were very likely to show no gratitude but to be picky and choosy.

Over time, some of the men would turn into rapists, thieves, and robbers, while some of the women would become sex workers.

Uroerk was engaged in a senseless war with Losric, two Western nations that used to be one but were split into two by the Western Alliance 20 years ago.

Uroerk controlled six provinces and Losric eight; the two sides had clashed last year over a disputed border region, resulting in the appearance of illegal superpower soldiers on the battlefield.

The group of refugees, fleeing conscription and avoiding the war, cursed at Bai Luoste’s border guards, shouting about the United Council’s war refugee settlement clause, demanding they open the border.

If the other side hadn’t really had guns, these refugees might have thrown stones.

Both sides cursed at each other in their mother tongues, demanding that the other leave, yet both maintained restraint, not wanting to truly start fighting.

At that moment, a piercing airstrike sound rang out in the sky, as if missiles were zooming overhead.

Thinking they were missiles, the group instinctively lay flat on the ground.

However, several minutes passed, and nothing happened.

As they looked up at the sky, they saw a man floating there.

Wei Tianyang slowly descended and stood on a hillock, the sunlight spilling over his shoulders, making his white shirt seem to glow.

"Which side’s superpower soldier is this?" a Bai Luoste border soldier shouted.

As the two nations were at war, any form of armed forces were not allowed to cross the border, so the soldier wasn’t afraid of Wei Tianyang; he hadn’t seen him before and probably hadn’t heard of him either.

Yet, someone among the refugees shouted, "My prayers have been answered!!"

Wei Tianyang looked over at them, only to see a dozen men spreading their arms open toward him, their faces full of earnestness.

"What’s going on?" the border guard soldier asked, somewhat taken aback.

"Wei Tianyang is a god of justice! He’s blocked nuclear missiles at Libitelli! He will protect us!" explained the refugees.

"Wei Tianyang? That name sounds familiar... I remember now, isn’t he the one who spoke at the Council?" a border guard soldier said.

"Yes, that’s him! That’s him! You’re done for! Just clear a path quickly! I knew my prayers would work!" the refugee laughed.

Thinking they now had backing, the refugees moved closer to the border guard soldiers, picking up stones and threatening, "Move aside! Otherwise, he’ll kill you all in an instant!"

The border guards were troubled; some knew who Wei Tianyang was and were aware of his capabilities, while others didn’t know but were frightened by their comrades’ reactions and dared not act rashly.

The captain hastily called the higher-ups, while the soldiers and police kept retreating.

The refugees pressed forward, having crossed the 120-meter distance, stepping onto Bai Luoste soil, holding stones and throwing them at the group of soldiers.

Wei Tianyang ignored everyone; he was just counting how many children were in the crowd.

One two three four five six seven, eight nine ten, eleven.

There were a total of eleven children, four babies, five minors, and three somewhat older, but still younger than Cha Na.

"Give me the children," Wei Tianyang said.

Everyone present stopped.

Wei Tianyang’s voice reached everyone’s minds as he stood on the slope, bathed in scorching light, his face wearing a faint smile.

"What?" a female refugee thought she had misunderstood him.

The refugees looked at each other, and the border guards were also somewhat confused.

"Children, I want to take them away," Wei Tianyang said.

This time, everyone understood his meaning, but they still couldn’t believe what he was saying.

However, the next second, everyone was unable to move, frozen in place, their shadows nailed to the ground.

The eleven children floated up and flew towards Wei Tianyang.

The three older children, two girls and a boy, had beautiful blue eyes and pale skin; they looked at him with terror, while the younger children and babies started to cry.

The babies were placed on the soft grass, and Wei Tianyang spread his arms across the shoulders of the children.

"Your parents can’t take good care of you," he said. "Come with me, and I can keep you away from the war."

"Can we take our mom and dad with us?" a girl asked.

Wei Tianyang shook his head and answered, "No, the adults must bear their own consequences."

"But... we can’t be without mom and dad," the girl said.

"They no longer qualify to be your parents," Wei Tianyang said.

He looked at the group of refugees, reeking of sweat, carrying big and small bags, some empty-handed. Even if they crossed into another country, they would rely on government relief for a short while, and without aid, they would end up on the streets.

What about the children?

They hadn’t considered that.

"Let’s go," Wei Tianyang waved his hand, and all the children floated up, soaring into the sky with him.

After he had left, the border guards and refugees recovered from their paralysis; a woman started screaming frantically, "My children!!! My children!!!"

The refugees, who had lost their children, frantically shouted Wei Tianyang’s name into the sky, incessantly cursing, pleading, and praying.

Those several refugees who had prayed for Wei Tianyang’s arrival were suddenly attacked, surrounded by others and beaten brutally, quickly lying on the ground with bloodied and swollen faces.

The soldiers were also at a loss, unsure of what to do as the group of refugees fought on national soil, which should have been stopped.

Thus, in a moment of desperation, a soldier fired a shot.

After the sound of a gunshot, other soldiers reflexively fired a second shot, followed by many more.

Death’s flowers bloomed, and the refugees were felled by bullets, their blood forming rivers.

Everyone was screaming madly, but their screams were drowned out by gunshots, with smoke filling the air and blood churning, leaving behind a group of dazed soldiers and a pile of refugee corpses on the national

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