As the number of Unjustly Deceased Water Ghosts around him increased, the pressure on him grew as well.

Just then, a streak of light, like lightning, swept past him.

Louis didn't say a word, just swung the Samsara Sword with astonishing speed, knocking down the Water Ghosts one by one.

Looking at the Samsara Sword in his hand, which was growing more and more dazzling, Louis couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

The strength of Unjustly Deceased Water Ghosts generally ranged from LV4 to LV7.

This in-between level made them very inclined to band together.

But to Louis now, they were more fragile than newborn kittens.

"Sister Lumi, you were a great help!"

Indeed.

This time in battle, he clearly felt that the situation was entirely different from previous battles.

Firstly, he had transformed part of his abilities into permanent skills, making every move he made cause tremendous destruction.

Secondly, the Samsara Sword was just starting to show its edge; an ordinary LV4 would shatter upon contact with the current Louis.

No wonder Master Rogen had high hopes for this long sword, which was specialized in dealing with the dead and undead.

In a very short time, he and the Mage had cleared all the Water Ghosts around them.

"Thank you, you were a great help."

The Mage put his hat back on.

Louis glanced at his clothing:

"Ense people?"

The person nodded.

"An unlucky guy accidentally caught up in the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm?"

The Mage showed an awkward smile:

"Don't say it like that; who would have thought such a thing could happen on the street?"

Louis looked deeply at him and then said:

"I need to head back; do you want to leave with me?"

He sensed this person was hiding a lot.

Ordinary mages wouldn't be able to enter the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm through a weak passage.

Only Wanderers and those who had studied Shadow Hand techniques like himself could do such things.

But seeing that this person had no intention of speaking, he thought of taking him out together.

"What's your name?" Louis asked curiously.

"Ethan," the Mage replied.

"No surname?" Louis grinned.

"Don't make it hard for me, sir. In our profession, we can't easily reveal our full names." The Mage said helplessly.

Louis nodded, indicating for him to walk towards the exit.

Ethan didn't say much; without being surrounded by Unjustly Deceased Water Ghosts, he passed through the weak passage and left the place directly.

Only then did Louis release Limuru:

"Eat up; I saved some extra magic beasts for you."

Limuru let out a gleeful laugh and pounced on the immobilized magic beasts.

Fallen Shadow Magic [Unjustly Deceased], get!

After cleaning up the scene, Louis swiftly flew back through the crack he had fallen from.

Returning through the weak passage to Central Avenue, Louis saw the unlucky Mage who was standing there resting.

He was quietly watching in the direction where Louis was.

Seeing Louis return safely, his eyes lit up, he made a thankful gesture, and then turned to leave.

Louis understood.

This person was checking to see if he had escaped successfully!

"The person is quite nice."

Having gone through all of this, Louis no longer had the mind to find amusement on the street.

Wanderers trying to enter the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm through a weak passage needed to put in some effort.

But Limuru had absorbed so much of the Fallen Shadow Magic Beast energy.

So much so that now the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm might consider them as local residents.

When he entered the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm, it welcomed him openly.

When he left the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm, it was even more reluctant to let him go, appearing unwilling to let him return.

No joke, after the Fallen Shadow Power gathered in Sin Dragon Armament, he could vaguely feel the awareness of the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm.

...

Leaving Central Avenue, having slightly recovered physically, he started feeling tired again.

He knew his biggest problem now was mental exhaustion, so he didn't return to the Prince's Mansion immediately; instead, he wandered around the surroundings.

In a bookstore on the commercial street, Louis saw Grace.

The future Saintess was standing trembling at the store entrance, but her face was hesitant, looking as if she wanted to go in but didn't dare.

Louis was amused.

He didn't expect to meet this little Saint today while out and about.

After all, she was a future companion and someone who would stick together with him. He went straight over, grabbed Grace's wrist, and led her into the store.

"Alright, you're inside now."

Grace clutched Louis's coat corner, looking as if she was about to cry.

"I-I could have come in by myself!"

She tried hard to say.

Louis didn't mock her but simply smiled and said:

"Actually, I also needed to come in to buy some books, so I brought you along."

"Go ahead and see what you want to buy."

— This was a lie.

Louis always treated his companions gently.

To spare the somewhat socially anxious Grace any embarrassment, he casually found an excuse.

Hearing this, Grace nodded obediently, her gaze softening a bit.

When Louis was about to turn to shop, she suddenly grabbed his coat corner again:

"The Priest's basic divine arts are also sold here."

She swallowed hard and continued:

"The nun sister asked me to buy some basic divine art books here, and the remaining advanced materials have already been prepared for me."

Louis nodded and reached out to gently pat her silver-white hair:

"Thank you for your hard work, Grace."

Grace squinted her eyes.

Louis didn't say anything else; he just picked up a copy of "Yin Soul City Style Guide" from the bookshelf and went to check out.

Grace quickly found the book she was looking for, and seeing her nervously approaching the cashier, Louis stepped forward before her:

"Boss, please check out."

"Alright, it's 1 silver and 3 copper for you."

Following behind Louis, Grace gathered her courage to walk over.

"B-boss, please check out!"

"4 books, 3 silver and 2 copper," the boss said.

Grace fumbled a bit, trying to open her little money bag.

Louis picked up her little bag, took three silver and two copper coins from it, and placed them in her palm.

Feeling the subtle warmth of his fingertips, Grace handed the money to the boss, and the two of them left the place.

Seeing her gasp as she stepped out, Louis felt a bit helpless.

How could someone so socially anxious lead a revolutionary army in a decade or so?

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