Neon City, South Ville District, Orion Street, Oliver mansion.
It was already a day since the hero of the Radan republic addressed every citizen of the republic, and optimism could be felt in the atmosphere for the first time in years.
Currently, the country was now in a period of recovery on every facet imaginable. It felt like a previously malnourished tree that could not grow properly, but who now had access to good nutrients to grow.
At this moment, a car suddenly drove into the street. Driving through the familiar road of Orion Street, Clark suddenly felt funny. He felt like this would be part of his story in the future when and if they discussed his legend.
It was a shameless thought, but a man got to dream. Every high-grade soldier wanted to be seen as a legend in the future, and he was one of them.