Luo Feng walked through the capital streets like a man carved from ice.
He did not run. He did not shout. He simply moved with steady, unhurried steps toward the large military training ground on the eastern side of the city — the place where the five heroes and the surviving soldiers were currently receiving healing and rest after their latest battles.
The King himself was present, seated on a raised platform under a silk canopy, watching over his prized champions.
From a safe distance, the Guild Master and a small group of adventurers who had secretly followed Luo Feng watched everything in tense silence.
Luo Feng stopped at the edge of the training field. The moment his voice rang out, it was calm, clear, and carried across the entire ground like a blade.
"Come out, slaves of the Goddess!"
Every head turned.
"The heroes and the soldiers who used innocent village people as shields just to survive — show yourselves!"
For a heartbeat, the entire training ground fell deathly quiet.
Then the soldiers and heroes stepped forward, followed closely by the King and his royal guards. The five summoned heroes — still in their glowing blessed armor — stared at the lone young man standing before them.
One of the heroes, the leader with golden hair and a holy sword at his hip, narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed in disbelief.
"Wait… isn't this the useless hero who was thrown out by the Goddess herself? The sixth mistake that got discarded into the Forbidden Forest?"
The other heroes and soldiers burst into mocking laughter.
The King raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.
But the Guild Master and the adventurers watching from afar froze in complete shock. Their eyes widened as the words sank in.
The useless hero thrown out by the Goddess…?
Luo Feng stood perfectly still, his face calm, almost peaceful. The Adamantite dagger rested quietly at his belt. His voice did not rise, yet every word cut through the laughter like a cold wind.
"You used my wife… my unborn child… my entire village as living shields so you could run away. You left two hundred people to be slaughtered while you escaped."
He took one slow step forward.
"I am here to collect the debt."
The laughter died instantly.
The King's face hardened. The heroes' expressions shifted from amusement to caution. The soldiers gripped their weapons tighter.
The Guild Master and the hidden adventurers could only watch, hearts pounding, as the lone farmer from a destroyed village stood alone against the kingdom's greatest heroes and the King himself.
No one moved.
The air itself seemed to hold its breath.