"Wow, this empire is really beautiful," Niear Cia muttered with excitement. He walked forward slowly, gazing up at the tall white buildings and glowing streets. Everything felt so grand, and compared to it all, he felt small—almost insignificant.
He wandered aimlessly through the crowded streets, lost in thought. Merchants shouted, children laughed, and the smell of food drifted from every corner. Eventually, he spotted a restaurant and decided to go in. He climbed to the upper floor and called a waiter.
"Bring me your best dish," he said.
After a while, while waiting for his meal, his gaze drifted toward the window beside him. Down below, a man was handing out food to a long line of hungry people. The man smiled warmly as he served each one.
"This man truly deserves respect," Niear murmured softly. He turned back to his meal as the waiter placed it on his table. After finishing his food, he quietly paid the bill and left.
Outside, he looked around and saw a large white building just beside the restaurant. "Oh, that's the City Hotel branch," Niear said to himself. "It's the famous hotel in Natet City. The caravan travelers said it's low-cost but still luxurious."
The hotel looked elegant, painted in pure white both outside and inside. It had two floors—simple but refined. Buildings like this were common in both the Cia Empire and the Fesian Empire.
"I want a room," Niear said as he walked up to the manager's counter.
"Of course, young master," the manager replied politely. "We only have one left, but you can book it."
"How much does it cost?" Niear asked.
"Only one Dimen stone per day," the manager said.
"Alright then, book it for thirty days."
After handling the payment, the manager handed him the key, and Niear went to his room.
"Finally, I can rest properly," he said with relief. He threw himself onto the soft bed and let out a long sigh. For a while, he just lay there in peace. But soon, boredom crept in, and he reached into his storage bag to take out a book—a new novel.
He flipped through the pages and began reading.
The story was about a kind man who always helped others. He was strong, respected, and loved. One day, he and his fiancee went to a beautiful mountain. But suddenly, the fiancee drew her sword and stabbed him in the chest. The man fell down the mountain but survived by grabbing onto a cliff. Then, out of nowhere, a mysterious figure appeared before him. How or why he appeared, even the author didn't know, if author didn't know how or why, then how readers know about it, The man said, "You loser! How dare you to love my wife" The words were censored, and the mystery deepened.
After that, the main character found a strange artifact that made him stronger every day whenever he performed good deeds. Slowly, through kindness and hard work, he became the strongest person alive.
Niear closed the book with a small sigh. "These types of novels… I've read so many of them," he muttered. Then he smiled faintly. "If I were him, I would've killed that damned girl right away," he said, half amused. "And I definitely wouldn't make a harem like he did."
As he was daydreaming about the story, loud shouting suddenly broke out outside the hotel.
"It's my land!" someone yelled.
"No, it's mine!" another voice shouted.
Niear's daydream shattered. He frowned, stood up, and went outside to see what was happening. A large crowd had already gathered.
"What's going on?" someone beside him asked.
"I heard the City Hotel's manager and Jian Matthar's son are fighting over land," another person replied.
Niear pushed through the crowd a bit to see. The City Hotel's manager stood on one side, his face red with anger. "This land is ours! A hundred years ago, your grandfather stole it from my family!" he shouted.
Jian Matthar's son shouted back, "No! My grandfather won it fair and square in a bet! It's your family that refused to admit the loss!"
The argument grew louder and more heated. The people around them murmured, some taking sides.
Just as the fight was about to get physical, a sudden pressure filled the air. A bright shadow fell over them. Everyone looked up and saw a figure descending from the sky.
A second-dimensional peak stage aura flickering from him.
Everyone on the ground quickly bowed their heads, including Niear Cia. Why he dared to move. Facing someone that strong without reason was suicide.
The figure landed gently between the two fighting men. His presence alone was enough to silence the entire crowd.
"What's going on here?" the second-dimensional man asked coldly.
The City Hotel's manager began to panic. Before he could speak, Jian Matthar's son stepped forward and said, "This land belonged to my family. My grandfather won it in a bet, but the hotel's manager refuses to recognize it." He pointed toward the land beside him.
The powerful man's eyes turned cold as he looked at the manager, he once was saved by Jian Matthar's father, why he didn't help Jian Matthar's family now, he decide to help Jian Matthar's son. "If he won it, you must accept it."
The City Hotel's manager froze. He looked around helplessly but could say nothing. He knew it was over.
People in the crowd began to whisper.
"The manager deserves it."
"He tried to steal Jian Matthar's property while his father was away."
"Serves him right. Bad deeds always bring bad luck."
Niear stood there quietly, watching everything. His mind was deep in thought.
After calculating and connecting everything, Niear Cia finally found, It was the same man he had seen earlier—the one who was giving food to the poor.
"So that was him," Niear said softly. "The man who helped others got saved by fate again…"
He stood still for a while, his expression calm but thoughtful. "Is doing good really rewarded by the god?" he wondered. He remembered all the novels he had read—stories of honest heroes who were blessed with luck and power because of their honestly and kindness, they got many opportunities for it.
"I guess it's real," he muttered. "Just like how Jian Matthar was saved because of his honesty and kindness. Most support him, while just a few were supporting city hotel's menager"
He turned his gaze back to the sky, where the second-dimensional expert had already disappeared, leaving peace behind. The crowd slowly began to scatter. Niear Cia sighed softly and walked back toward the hotel. His steps were slow, and his heart was heavy.
"Maybe… being good really mean being lucky," he said under his breath.
He looked up at the bright sun hanging over the Fesian Empire and quietly disappeared into the night.