"Well... Leon..."
Floating right above the City of Regret, watching tens of thousands of souls shouting rhythmically, trying to excavate the City of Regret from the swamp, Taurus director couldn't help but say with a tense face:
"Wasn't the City of Regret sunk by you? Why are you digging it out now? And since you are almost half an Overlord of the Dead Realm, if you did it yourself, it should be faster than them, right?"
"It's different."
Leon shook his head in response.
"I only control half of the powers of death, so without breaking the fundamental rules of the Dead Realm, I can only transform half of it. For things that others can do, it's better to let them handle it, even if it's slower.
As for why we're excavating the City of Regret... Not all departed souls can completely let go of their regrets. They still need a place to stay, and I've recruited quite a few employees for the Netherworld Bureau; they can't work all the time, they need some other form of life.
