"Haha, this really is starting with a bowl and relying on begging in the later stages."
He shook his head somewhat self-deprecatingly, saying this with a bitter smile.
In his heart, at this moment, there was nothing more luxurious to desire; actually, if truth be told, this wasn't too bad.
After all, this time his traversal brought his physical body along.
Not merely soul-traversing to some dynasty.
And precisely because of this, it was impossible to traverse onto someone else's body.
Under such circumstances, being able to have the current situation was already quite good.
The most important point was the existence of the System Space, the Iron Man Armor on his body, and the various black technologies he brought along. No matter where he was, even if thrown onto a beggar, it would be very easy to rise up.
Currently, he is the only person walking on this quiet street, as for the others, they're busy taking care of those individuals.
