My name is Habaron, and I am also known as "Habaron the Bigfoot".
Although people often say this title doesn't sound very nice, I actually think it's quite good.
After all, my feet are really not small.
Moreover, this name makes people subconsciously think that I am very tall and imposing, which is also an advantage!
Although the halfling bloodline I inherited from my mother makes me look short, it has made me the leader of the team... no!
Not a team, but the most outstanding stalkers and master thieves in the entire Southern Duchy!
Mom, I really want to thank you!
Even though you sold me to the circus and I ended up as a slave, I still want to thank you!
When I go back to sweep your grave next time, I will fill it back in properly.
Speaking of which, when was the last time I visited your grave?
Ten years ago? Or twenty years ago? I've almost forgotten.
Thinking about it carefully, it's been almost thirty years since you passed away... Wow, so many years have passed already?
hiss!
So, does that mean I'm not a young man anymore? But why am I still single?!
Why? Why!? Well, cough cough cough... no no no!
I'm not going to think about these trivial things anymore; I'm not the same person I used to be!
right!
Although my height hasn't changed, I've grown up, grown up a lot!
Now I'm the vanguard scout of the first exploration team, a coveted position that many people envy!
It must be because of my particularly cautious habits that I was able to stand out from so many people.
Under the guidance of the prophet, the scouts, who should have suffered the most casualties, were the team with the fewest.
Some people think the Prophet was blessed by Lady Luck, but I think he is definitely greater than Lady Luck!!!
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When I prayed to the gods in the dungeon, none of them answered me.
The gods had abandoned me; it was the prophet who rescued me from the darkness!
Doesn't this prove that the Prophet will be made even greater by the gods?
Praise be to the Prophet!
The Prophet knows everything!
Today, the Prophet personally assigned me a glorious mission: to be the vanguard and explore the suddenly appearing Sky City.
In order to record all the details that happened, I will strictly complete the exploration log as required by the Prophet.
Sky City (tentative title) Exploration Log:
Day 1.
After three hours of struggling, I finally managed to enter the interior of the Sky City via hot air balloon!
Now, I, Habaron, intend to record this exciting moment immediately…
(Random notes)
"Huh? He's already dead so quickly?"
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Sky City (tentative title) Exploration Log:
Day 1.
Although I don't know why the prophet told me not to stay in the same place after landing, his words have never been wrong!
I kept moving as he instructed, even when writing in my journal.
Nothing happened; it must have been the adults' warning that worked. Praise the prophet!
(The Thirteen Lines' fanatical and meaningless praise of the prophet)
No, no, no! I want to write this down carefully!
I walked along the tall city wall for an hour without seeing an entrance. It seemed like a real city, but I hadn't seen a single living creature.
Loneliness can be a little creepy, but it doesn't matter. Brave Habaron would never be afraid of such a thing!
The next day.
finally!
After walking for half a day, I finally found the entrance, or rather, a huge city gate, before the sun completely set.
Although there was no one on duty, I still decided to go up and give it a try.
I'm up here, but there's still no one here. There are some buttons, though, that look like they're for pressing?
"...Next time I need to make him write down exactly what he pressed."
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The next day.
As instructed by the Prophet, I will press the first one on the left!
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The next day.
As instructed by the Prophet, I will press the fourteenth button on the left!
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The next day.
Right 1, Right 4, Left 7, Left 3, Right 2, Left 17.
It's open!
It's open!!
It's open!!!
As expected of the Prophet! He actually knows the password here!!!
(The Thirteen Lines' fanatical and meaningless praise of the prophet)
Thank you, all-knowing prophet!
I will continue on under your protection!
I hope you will always watch over me!
As I passed through the city gate, I found that the cold air had disappeared, and it was as warm as the elven forest I had visited before!
I'm so hot... I need to take off my gear at the door.
"So it turns into minced meat after taking off its clothes... Also, tell him not to write thirteen-line poems anymore next time."
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Day 4.
Eat dry rations.
Write a thirteen-line poem.
He was struck by lightning and died.
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Day 4.
I saw the iron gate.
Write a thirteen-line poem.
They were burned to death.
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"...Don't write thirteen-line poems anymore."
Ning Feng has always been very patient, and his choice of the reckless Habaron was also to allow for trial and error as quickly as possible.
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