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Chapter 527 - 528: A Vagrants Kindness · Sep 30, 2026

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501 Chapter 501 - 503: Outsiders 2026-09-30
502 Chapter 502 - 504: Escape This World 2026-09-30
503 Chapter 503 - 505: Linga Felt 2026-09-30
504 Chapter 504 - 506: Man And Monster 2026-09-30
505 Chapter 505 - 507: Bringer Of Hope 2026-09-30
506 Chapter 506 - 508: War Council 2026-09-30
507 Chapter 507 - 509: Riders 2026-09-30
508 Chapter 508 - 510: Road Rage 2026-09-30
509 Chapter 509 - 511: Bug Protocol 2026-09-30
510 Chapter 510 - 512: No Mana Left 2026-09-30
511 Chapter 511 - 513: A Position Of Strength 2026-09-30
512 Chapter 512 - 514: Iron 2026-09-30
513 Chapter 513 - 515: Someone Better 2026-09-30
514 Chapter 514 - 516: To Bleed For The Weak 2026-09-30
515 Chapter 515 - 517: What Makes A Monster 2026-09-30
516 Chapter 516 - 518: Iron Resolve 2026-09-30
517 Chapter 517 - 519: Something In The Distance 2026-09-30
518 Chapter 518 - 520: Thankless Job 2026-09-30
519 Chapter 519 - 521: Tyrant 2026-09-30
520 Chapter 520 - 522: Influence Of Conflict 2026-09-30
521 Chapter 521 - 523: Nature Of The Omniverse 2026-09-30
522 Chapter 522 - 524: Die Of Anger 2026-09-30
523 Chapter 523 - 525 Inciting 2026-09-30
524 Chapter 524 - 526: The Scent Of Home 2026-09-30
525 Chapter 525 - 527: I Was Dead, I Got Better 2026-09-30
526 Chapter 526 - 528: Comfort From An Old Friend 2026-09-30
527 Chapter 527 - 528: A Vagrants Kindness 2026-09-30
528 Chapter 528 - 530: Mob Mentality 2026-09-30
529 Chapter 529 - 531: Righteous Hate 2026-09-30
530 Chapter 530 - 532: I’m Not Asking 2026-09-30
531 Chapter 531 - 533: By Fire, By Force. 2026-09-30
532 Chapter 532 - 534: Evils Beneath, A Tamarind 2026-09-30
533 Chapter 533 - 535: Dealer’s Weapon 2026-09-30
534 Chapter 534 - 536: Tall Beautiful Lady 2026-09-30
535 Chapter 535 - 537: Seeing Is Believing 2026-09-30
536 Chapter 536 - 538: Witness 2026-09-30
537 Chapter 537 - 539: Home Of Evil 2026-09-30
538 Chapter 538 - 540: It Was You 2026-09-30
539 Chapter 539 - 541: Little Net 2026-09-30
540 Chapter 540 - 542: You Are Part Of The Conduit. 2026-09-30
541 Chapter 541 - 543: Mothers Final Wish 2026-09-30
542 Chapter 542 - 544: Godric Ravenscroft 2026-09-30
543 Chapter 543 - 545: No Grudges Left 2026-09-30
544 Chapter 544 - 546: New Grudge 2026-09-30
545 Chapter 545 - 547: Heart Of Shadow 2026-09-30
546 Chapter 546 - 548: I’ll Wing It 2026-09-30
547 Chapter 547 - 549: The Audacity 2026-09-30
548 Chapter 548 - 550: Target Neutralized 2026-09-30
549 Chapter 549 - 551: Safe And Close 2026-09-30
550 Chapter 550 - 552: Just A Harmless Little Goblin 2026-09-30

Chapter 527: Chapter 528: A Vagrants Kindness

He followed Seta through the village, passing by familiar and unfamiliar places as they walked. It felt like he was somewhere entirely different, yet still stitched with pieces of the place he once knew.

He had a feeling of déjà vu.

Seta stopped in front of a wooden building—larger than he remembered.

”This is the village head’s house,” she whispered softly

Damon didn’t expect him to be inside. The old man preferred being behind the house, sitting beneath the oak tree, wasting time with a board game and a few other elders.

Sure enough, when Seta knocked, no one answered.

She groaned. ”He’s at the back again...”

Some things just don’t change. Damon took the lead, walking around the house. It didn’t take long to spot the wide, familiar shadow of the oak tree.

Beneath it sat five elderly men, hunched around a game board.

Damon approached with unhurried steps. His presence was quiet, but deliberate. Seta caught up just as he reached the group.

”Interesting game you’re playing, Village Head,” Damon said, voice calm but sharp.

”But clearly Old Man Ron is cheating.”

The village head raised a hand and smacked the shoulder of the man furthest from him.

”You always do this, Ronny. Don’t you have any shame?”

Ron stood up, frowning. ”I’m not cheating. He’s lying.”

His eyes narrowed as he stared at Damon.

”Who are you? Outsiders shouldn’t interfere in village affairs.”

Damon shook his head slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

”But I’m not an outsider. Don’t you recognize me?”

They all stared, faces blank with confusion.

Seta bit her lip. ”Village Head... It’s Damon. Damon Grey.”

The village head stiffened. The board game instantly lost its audience. All five men turned their full attention toward the young man before them.

”Damon... Grey,” the old man whispered.

Damon lifted his chin. ”Let’s skip the whole ’we thought you were dead’ speech. I’m alive. Very much so.”

The village head trembled slightly. Before he could speak, Damon added—

”I mean you no harm.”

For now, he thought.

He sat beneath the tree, legs crossed. Seta followed, hesitantly taking a seat beside him. The silence stretched awkwardly, so she filled it.

She explained to the elders what Damon had told her—his life on the streets, Luna’s illness and death, the collapse of the gang he once ran with, and how he was now being hunted.

She exaggerated the darker truths, painting him weak and pitiful.

When she finished, the village head’s expression had changed. His eyes were cold, sharp.

”This is no longer your home,” he said flatly. ”Leave.”

Damon chuckled softly, not expecting the boldness—but not surprised either.

Weakness always gave cowards courage.

He stared at the old man’s grey hairs and smiled.

”Very well. I will... but with some conditions.”

The village head looked at him, surprised.

”What could you possibly want?” he asked with disdain.

”I want my father’s broken sword.”

The old man recoiled, his face wrinkling in disgust.

”You really are without morals. You want to desecrate your father’s grave—for a piece of junk?”

Damon shook his head.

”If I must, I will. But I don’t need to. I want you to lead the village in performing his last rites again. We’ll bury something else. I’ll take the sword.”

The village head’s voice grew harsher. ”You’re mad. Where would you even find something that belonged to Noctis?”

Damon didn’t answer directly. His eyes drifted toward the edge of the village, to the place where his old house stood. The old man followed his gaze.

”There’s nothing left of your father’s things there,” he said.

Damon looked back at him.

”And why is that? Because you people stole it?”

The village head glared. ”We stole nothing. The only thief here is you. You stole from the village and ran.”

Damon’s smile sharpened.

”I took what was mine. The real thieves are sitting right here.”

Seta raised her hand, trying to step in. She hadn’t expected the village head to be this openly hostile.

Damon stopped her with a gesture. She wasn’t truly on his side—just another watcher, a leash meant to keep him from acting out.

That was her role.

”I’ll be here a few days,” Damon said.

”Gather the villagers. Perform the rites. What you’ve taken already—consider it payment for the trouble.”

The village head stood, fury shaking his hands. The other elders stayed silent, watching.

”Get out. Get out of my sight. If you don’t leave this village, I’ll have you arrested for theft—you dirty vagrant!”

Damon didn’t flinch.

”Arrested? By whom? You and what army?” He took a step forward.

”I’ll say it again—accept my offer and let bygones be bygones. Or there will be consequences.”

The village head sneered.

”I choose consequences. What will you do? You don’t even have a place to stay. You’re on the run. Your presence puts this entire village in danger. Leave while I’m still being generous.”

His voice rose, spittle flying from his mouth.

”If it weren’t for your father, I’d have had you beaten to death already!”

Damon remained calm. This was expected. This was the village he grew up in.

Seta stepped between them quickly, pulling Damon back. She expected him to explode. Instead, he was quiet.

He must be quite weak if he was this meek.

His eyes didn’t flicker.

First chance, wasted.

”I see,” Damon said cooly.

”So be it. I’ll return tomorrow. Whatever happens next... just remember, I gave you a chance.”

”Kindness is reciprocal.”

The village head scoffed. ”I don’t need a vagrant’s kindness!”

Damon turned away as the old man launched into a flurry of insults. He didn’t react.

His goal remained the same: retrieve the sword buried with his father. But he wouldn’t disrespect Noctis. Not like that. He needed someone to perform the rites—and something to replace what he would take.

Seta walked beside him, silent for a moment.

”I’ll show you the inn... It’s best if you leave in the morning.”

Damon looked at her, his voice calm, but cutting.

”No. I want to see what you’re all really capable of.”

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