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How Am I Still Alive?

Chapter 1929: 1923: Promised Land

Author: Persimmon Whale
updatedAt: 2025-09-22

Chapter 1929: Chapter 1923: Promised Land

“This feeling is very peculiar…”

As Lu Ping’an used his Life-points, his “value” directly decreased by one.

Perhaps after a certain point, he wouldn’t even be able to maintain this physical body.

But even if this level of a physical body were destroyed, it wouldn’t have any impact on his true self.

“Since I’m here, I might as well take a good look around.”

This time, Lu Ping’an strolled through the town, and behind him, two followers had appeared.

A female rabbit-man carrying the Warrior’s Sword, who could save him a lot of trouble, and a middle-aged fox-man who followed like an advisor and also acted as a guide.

“God… Your Excellency, there’s nothing particularly special about this city. In fact, due to certain reasons, most settlements are essentially the same, except for which one’s fruit tastes a bit better or whose livestock is a bit easier to raise.”

The fox-man, Ker, who Lu Ping’an had spent two more points to forcibly extend his life, looked at the familiar streets before him and the completely untroubled clansmen, sighing helplessly.

He had already confirmed that the Doomsday was real, and the destructive alien enemy would soon arrive.

Yet in this damn world, the extremely low communication efficiency and the near-unchanging societal system would probably only stir them into action when disaster was at their gates.

Now, before the disaster had arrived, even if some news occasionally got through, it would be considered false.

Even if part of the news was verified…

“Just send a Warrior… If one isn’t enough, send more, there should still be enough Warrior’s Swords at the Lord’s Mansion.”

Allowing the world from fairytale stories where Warriors defeated the Magic King was indeed the result of a manufactured fairytale.

When the old systems collapse, the original beneficiaries will do everything they can to keep things unchanged.

Although to later generations, this is as foolish as putting their heads in the sand during a sandstorm… But considering they have no “history” or “knowledge”, they seem to have no choice but to follow old precedence.

“After all, humans… intelligent creatures cannot act beyond their understanding.”

Looking at the harmonious town, Lu Ping’an only felt sorrow.

Just as the old fox-man said, the many cities and towns in this world were essentially the same, the ever-unchanging “peace”, with no differences in “prosperity”.

When everyone starts at the same line, isn’t it naturally equal?

No development in productivity or production technology, industries like medicine, craftsmanship, animal husbandry all remain at the lowest levels.

When ordinary people reach a certain point, they’re done, everything depends on the heavens, everyone entrusts themselves to fate, fair indeed…

“This world is too sorrowful… The saddest part is that they fundamentally cannot recognize this sorrow.”

Lu Ping’an sighed, although it’s a peaceful world like a dream, completely different from the purgatory-like underground world, the genuine smiles everywhere made him feel…

“A bit creepy… Even scarier than the fake man’s horror film, they smile so genuinely, so innocently, this genuine satisfaction and joy from the heart.”

That intelligent creatures would be the most content being raised like cattle and sheep…… Lu Ping’an couldn’t quite bring himself to delve into this topic, perhaps this is the bliss of ignorance after all.

“Let’s begin… Just pretend I’m not here.”

Lu Ping’an did not interfere, nor was there a need to.

The Rabbit Warrior drew her Warrior’s Sword and began to fulfill her duty.

Consequently, whether it was forced attacks, coercion, or compelling the local lord to rebel, they would be forcibly relocated.

Lu Ping’an didn’t care about “free will”, he always believed people need to survive first, and try to live like humans, before considering these additional needs.

“Creating disaster? Heh, that’s quite adept….”

Seeing the working style of the Rabbit Warrior and her team, Lu Ping’an nodded with satisfaction.

Truly worthy of being the top-ranked ace performer, this efficiency is quite something.

As the boss, Lu Ping’an just had to sit back and watch the show….. If he really intervened, it would actually hinder many people from displaying their talents.

Create disaster, cement the so-called Doomsday prophecy, incite the “cultists” among the people to stir up trouble, eliminate/capture the local lord, quell the chaos, confirm the advent of disaster in the name of the Warrior, and call for a migration.

In a matter of days, the process had been completed, and this world had yet another Doomsday Expedition Team.

If nothing unexpected happened, the old fox-man would also leave with this great team, heading for the Divine Kingdom, and trying to pass the message to his colleagues… Which was totally unreliable, as the Tomb Guardians themselves kept quite distant to avoid being caught one by one.

And Lu Ping’an himself, due to finding nothing interesting, would also disband his Avatar reluctantly after the expedition team (refugee fleet) set sail, returning dutifully to work overtime.

In truth, his true self was just slacking off in the office, only using the excuse of familiarizing himself with Avatar operations to refuse overtime.

But surprises often come suddenly.

While the plan was halfway, an unexpected “transmission” shattered all plans.

“The Great Graveyard?! Why must we….. Oh, I get it.”

In the room of fox-man Ker, an ancient oil lamp suddenly emitted a special glow, delivering a “message”.

The contents were quite simple, requesting all Tomb Guardians to abandon everything they were doing and head for the “Great Graveyard” with all their “belongings”.

“The Great Graveyard? Is it a gathering place for you?”

Confirming that the “mark” was originally a Tomb Guardian’s “Validation Badge”, even the fox-man Ker only then realized it had a communication function, and Lu Ping’an became interested in the mentioned area, the Great Graveyard.

Actually, he wanted to take more Tomb Guardians with him, at the very least, bring back their “heritages”.

But the overly scattered situation of this world made it unrealistic… Really needing to find each Tomb Guardian and persuade them to migrate, it would be simpler to migrate the entire city directly as it was, the hidden Tomb Guardians would naturally enter the Divine Kingdom along with them.

“No….. We don’t have a gathering place, in fact, the Great Graveyard is just a legend, I’m not even sure if it actually exists.”

The legendary Great Graveyard was literally a graveyard, the collective graveyard after those “knowledge inheritors” suffered the Curse and perished together.

Ker had reserved knowledge of this term, yet it was just briefly mentioned in historical records, seemingly entirely unimportant.

“The best way to keep a secret is always to let as few people know about it as possible… Clearly, there’s something wrong there.”

And just when Lu Ping’an was quite interested, finding the way had become exceedingly unrealistic.

Even asking Ker yielded no answers… nor was an answer needed.

That old lamp akin to a Tomb Guardian’s proof, its flame drifted in a specific direction.

No matter how the lamp was moved, the flame steadfastly pointed due east.

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