Chapter 22

Head Captain Yamamoto spent an hour meticulously retracing his steps towards our mc, ensuring no one followed him. This deliberate caution accounted for the delay in his return.

Just in time, he bore witness to a miraculous sight: a village materialized seemingly out of nowhere.

Its towering, impenetrable walls enclosed carefully planned houses and amenities, a haven for humans in this world.

All of this was the handiwork of a young girl who appeared no older than 18 at first glance.

Taking a moment to assess, Head Captain Yamamoto glanced discreetly at three men, sensing an unimaginable reservoir of power within them.

It came as no surprise that the girl seemed the least formidable among this newfound group he found himself entangled with.

But his shock doubled the moment he laid eyes on our mc. The weakness that was once apparent had vanished, replaced by a commanding presence exuding newfound confidence and strength.

Though unaware of the events that catalyzed this transformation, Captain Yamamoto couldn't help but feel uneasy about the unforeseen turn of events.

"You're just in time for the party, Yamamoto. We finally have a home now," our MC declared as Head Captain Yamamoto touched down on solid ground.

His arrival drew the attention of the entire group, each member scrutinizing him from head to toe. The old man maintained his usual poker face, focusing solely on our MC.

"And where do you plan to find food for your village, Lord Adrian? Surely you don't expect this girl to conjure up sustenance for everyone," Head Captain Yamamoto inquired, without questioning how our MC gathered these people, assuming they were like him—snatched from the eternal coffins of death.

"Of course not. Where's the fun in that? We'll work the land and reap the rewards of our honest toil. But first, we need a name for our village. Any suggestions?" Lord Adrian prompted, casting a glance at his formidable summons.