Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

So he planned to donate all the money afterwards.

As he passed by a group of soldiers, Jin Weili heard the young leader bragging.

"I was a death squad member making the first ascent, running up the slope, seeking death, but unexpectedly, our artillery was amazing, blowing those Chaos trying to block the gap into fools, and I didn’t even scratch my skin!"

Even though this kid was boasting, the First Ascent medal on his chest was genuine, and such things couldn’t be faked in the army—because if it was a lie, asking one question would reveal the truth, and the gendarmerie would beat this bragging kid up before the big shots even got involved.

Because of this, Jin Weili felt a bit envious—since his Legendary talent didn’t match the needs back then, the scout who was the only one interested in him thought his physique was only slightly better than that of mortals and didn’t want him, which caused him to be a Legendary who never became a soldier... Luckily, the old man of the Jin family was enlightened, otherwise, he might have been infuriated to death by such an unpromising grandson.

Anyway, it seemed okay now, helping the army with missions, and he could earn a service medal. Later, he could brag that he sweated on the Tianjin frontline and contributed to the military cause.

Thinking about this, Jin Weili was just about to go over when he saw his benefactor, the lord, approaching, surrounded by the army leaders.

Ha, don’t think I won’t recognize you just because you look different; that’s something other useless Legendaries might do. Jin Weili was confident that the scent of His Highness Malin was etched in his mind and could not be mistaken!

So he slid out of the crowd on his knees, embracing his benefactor’s leg without regret.

Laugh if you want, try hugging a big shot like this if you dare.