Every world has its own unique differences.

  In the dark world, what Alex saw was only endless darkness. Even during the day, the oppressive clouds hanging overhead felt like a giant coffin lid, making it hard to breathe.

  As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but desote wilderness and dark forests.

  After spending enough time there, one might evehe illusion that the entire world was about to be destroyed before their very eyes.

  Desotion, darkness, and despair were the themes of the dark world. As for hope? It might exist, but its sole purpose seemed to be for it to be destroyed.

  However, in the main world, what Alex saw was airely different picture.

  "Is this the pce?"

  Sitting in the carriage, Alex looked at the city before him. From the inal owner of this body, Alex learhat the city's name was Kaltus, whi the Elvish nguage means "Pce of Shining Stars and Moon." The people of this try only referred to this city as "Star-Moon City."

  This was just a small city within the Holy Church's domain, but even so, it dispyed enough uniqueness in Alex's eyes—a nearly twenty-meter-high city wall made of white stone surrouhe ey.

  A beautiful river ran through the middle of the city, creating lovely kes and providing abundant fishing resources.

  "Yes, sir, this is Star-Moon City."

  Hearing Alex's question, the an, who was responsible for driving the carriage, replied cheerfully.

  Alex then gave a meaningful g the white temple withiy. He then looked once more at the dimensional codex in front of him.

  [Executor: Alex]

  [Dimensional Points: 5]

  [Equipped Soul Stone: Arthas]

  [Acquired Buff: Undead King (50% increased sensitivity to undead, 50% increased damage to undead, 50% increased prote against undead)]

  [Title Equipped: Holy Guardian]

  [Strength: E]

  [Agility: D]

  [stitution: E]

  [Perception: D]

  [Charisma: D+]

  [Equipped Skill: Royal Cross Swordsmanship (A)]

  After carefully reviewing his status, Alex took a deep breath.

  "Let's go."

  "Yes, sir."

  Soon, the carriage set off again and moved forward.

  "Whoo…"

  Sitting in the carriage, Alex took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to steady his mind.

  After leaving the dark world, he had calcuted the time and found that he had spent three days in the dark world, while less than ten hours had passed in the main world.

  Fortunately, no one had been stubborn enough to wait for him, otherwise, Alex might not have mao escape.

  After leaving the forest, the first thing Alex did was to go to a nearby vilge and ge his clothes, then hire a carriage to the city.

  To his relief, he did not see any wanted posters of the inal owner of this body in that vilge.

  Perhaps the other party had not given up on searg for him yet, but if the search proved fruitless, they would definitely issue a wanted notice immediately—Alex had no doubts about this.

  Although this world appeared to be at a mere medieval level of civilization on the surface, Alex's memories told him that, in terms of pure civilization, this world was not far behind the one he had been died from.

  sidering the terrifying high-end martial prowess, this world might even surpass his.

  After all, in Alex's world, there was hardly anything besides a nuclear bomb that could destroy a p.

  Before arriving in this city, Alex had fully digested the memories of the inal owner of his body. At the same time, he had also figured out what he wao do.

  Escape was not an option. The Holy Church Kingdom of Sares was one of the four most powerful tries in this world. The other three were the Mage Nation of Leon and the Gold Nation of .

  The Mage Nation beloo the mages, and the Gold Nation aradise for merts and he st try was the Fme Nation of Vanreil.

  Acc to the inal owner's memories, the Holy Church Kingdom of Sares occupied nearly one-fifth of the ti, with a powerful army and clerics.

  The reason for the Holy Church Kingdom's prestigious status was that a thousand years ago, during the "Chaos Tide," the king of this nation single-handedly led humanity through the blockade of darkness and chaos, ultimately safeguarding the world.

  Thus, the Holy Church Kingdom became the nd's ruler as the "Guardian of Humanity."

  The nd and popution it trolled were almost the same as Alex's try before his rebirth. It was clear that fag such a populous and vast try, Alex had no ce of winning.

  Of course, if Alex had the choice, he would prefer to go to or Leon. Unfortunately, that was also difficult. Not to mention that Alex was deep in the heart of the Holy Church Kingdom and would have to travel a long distao reach either try, spending a lot of time.

  Even if he succeeded in crossing the border, he might not be accepted by these two tries.

  The Mage Nation only allowed mages to enter; even a mert needed formal mage qualifications.

  The Gold Nation's requirement was even more straightforward—you had to be wealthy.

  Alex clearly didn't have that much money on hand. As for the Fme Nation? It was on another ti, making it impossible to reach. Even if the Storm Sea wasn't an obstacle, Alex couldn't swim across it.

  As fic… he didn't know any.

  Although there were many small tries besides these four major ohey were like the small tries in Alex's world—when the big tries spoke, they had to listen… oh, wait.

  At least in Alex's world, those small tries could maintain superficial autonomy, but here… well, they still had their nd and borders, right?

  Given the current situation, Alex couldn't leave the Holy Church Kingdom, and even if he escaped, he couldn't ehat he wouldn't be caught by their pursuers someday.

  Frankly, Alex had no fual, irrecible flict with the Holy Church Kingdom. He was just unlucky enough to choose the wroh target.

  But this didn't mean Alex could just go to the Holy Church Kingdom's temple and say, "You've got the wrong person. The one you're looking for is already dead; I'm just an unlucky transmigrator," and theher party would nod and say, "Oh, I see. Sorry about that," and everything would be fine.

  After all, Alex had killed several of their knights, and from rad's memories, those knights weren't of high rank, but not low either.

  It was a situatiohey might not pursue it to the end, but they still needed an expnation.

  In Alex's mind, the dimensional map's portal was closed, in cooldown, and would open again in fifteen days. Alex couldn't stay hidden in the wilderness pying hide-and-seek with the Holy Church Kingdom.

  So, after careful sideration, Alex came up with an idea. A very bold idea. But first, he needed ay.

  That's why Alex came here.

  "We've arrived, sir."

  The an's voice came from the front as the carriage slowly stopped. Alex took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, opehe carriage door, and stepped down.

  The first thing he saw was a two-story stone building. It looked old, and from the outside, it wasn't a luxurious structure. There were only two ordinary guards at the entrance, and it seemed deserted.

  However, Alex khis was his first step into his adventure.

  This was the city hall.

  "Tap... tap... tap..."

  Alex walked into the entrance. Looking around, he saw that the ey hall was empty, except for an old man napping behind a desk. It was no wonder; in such a small city, nothing much usually happened.

  Alex cleared his throat and approached the ter, knog on it with his fingers.

  "Knoock."

  The old man jolted awake at the sound, quickly sat up, and gred at Alex. He was about to scold him, but upon seeing Alex's fiailored suit, he shivered and straightened up quickly.

  "Hello, sir. How I help you?"

  "I wish to reside in this city temporarily. Please provide me with a permit."

  Seeing the old man's expression, Alex smiled inwardly. Getting this suit had cost him a lot of money. It was crafted by the city's most famous tailor and made from the fi fabric, costing nearly a third of Alex's assets.

  But Alex didn't feel the expense was a waste. His previous life experieaught him that people judge by appearances.

  If you dress well and behave elegantly, even if you are corrupt ihe first impression you give is always good.

  If he had e here in ordinary clothes, the old man might not have been so polite, and might even have grumbled a bit.

  If he were someone who looked down on others, he might think Alex was a try bumpkin and create some minor obstacles.

  However, for now, before figuring out his identity and background, he could only work holy.

  "Of course, no problem, sir."

  Everything Alex presented made the old man a bit nervous. He was surprised at Alex's elegant attire and the sword he carried, instinctively swallowing hard.

  "Please, show me your travel dots."

  "Here they are."

  As he spoke, Alex handed over a travel dot. Obtaining this dot had cost him quite a bit of effort and money.

  He was extremely grateful that the inal owner of his body had been a petent cultist, with thh knowledge of various underworld es.

  This allowed Alex to find the Thieves' Guild and, after promising a signifit reward, obtain this "official" travel dot.

  Naturally, an official dot was a legitimate travel permit, indig the holder's in aination, stamped with the relevant authority's seal.

  These dots were made from special magical paper, making them impossible te.

  However, impossible te did not mean impossible to obtain.

  With suffit payment, "losing" one or two travel dots had never been a big deal, right?

  "Mr. Alex from the Principality of Silver… hmm…"

  The old man put on a monocle, carefully examining the text and seal on the dot. He then coughed and looked up at Alex.

  "What brings you here?"

  "I seek the guidance of the Goddess of Order."

  As he spoke, Alex touched his forehead with his finger, making a gesture simir to a believer's prayer.

  "I want tthen my resolve within the holy oath."

  "Alright, I uand."

  The old man didn't find Alex's answer surprising. The Holy Church Kingdom was the source of faith, attrag many pilgrims from other tries.

  Simply put, many believed that the teags and faith in the Holy Church Kingdom were more "authentic," making it easier to hear the Goddess of Order's diviions.

  Of course, any educated persohis was nonsense, but you couldn't stop people from making pilgrimages to holy churches, could you?

  The old man had clearly entered this situation before. He quickly verified the dot, filled out another form, and then, with some effort, stamped it. He then looked at Alex.

  "Alright, young man, you ow take this dot to the Star Chamber—you know what to do."

  "Of course, thank you."

  Hearing the old man's words, Alex smiled and nodded. He reached for the dot and discreetly pced a few silver s on the ter. The old man swiftly swept the s into his sleeve, his smile growing warmer.

  "My name is Pedro. If you need anything, feel free to e to me. As long as it's within my power, it won't be a problem."

  "Thank you."

  Alex the old man, then took the dot and turo leave.

  As he turned, a cold glint fshed in Alex's eyes.

  The first step was plete. Now, the most dangerous part awaited.

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