As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave. Chapter 200: The god of all chosen ones! Code number: 44011!

"Today, we stand here with heavy hearts to commorate a group of true heroes!"

"This isn’t just a morial service, but also a place of reverence. Here, we honor and rember the heroes with the utmost respect. History will rember them; they will forever be in our hearts..."

In the vast hall.

Just a month ago, right here, they held a farewell ceremony. They watched as Henry and the others disappeared onto the stage.

A few days ago, in the very sa place, with imnse grief, they sent over a dozen chosen ones from nearby military districts into the horrifying instance.

Now, the ghostly street instance has been over for almost ten hours, and not a single participant has returned, including those who had been given special life-saving tools.

Evidently, it was a total annihilation.

The heroes deserve to be rembered. Thus, countless family mbers and friends have once again gathered here.

"Now, let us welco the families of these heroes to express our sincerest gratitude."

The octogenarian veteran, with graying hair and reading glasses, may no longer have the stature of his younger days after so many battles.

But his spirit remains unbroken. He insisted on presiding over the ceremony, though his voice occasionally broke with emotion.

Henry was the veteran’s dearest friend! It was the veteran who invited Henry, then a firefighter, to join the military.

Decades of friendship between them makes one imagine the veteran’s grief.

He fondly rembered the tis when they’d go to a fast-food joint to enjoy a burger together.

Lost in mories, tears began to well up in the old soldier’s eyes.

He never cried when he was on the battlefield, facing explosions or performing rescue missions, but now he couldn’t hold them back.

However, with his blurred vision, the veteran didn’t notice.

The families, who were supposed to co up to the stage, were all standing in shock, staring at the stage.

Without anyone realizing, dozens of figures had appeared on the previously empty stage.

"You must be Henry’s nephew! You look so much like him! You’ve aged since I last saw you!" The veteran grabbed Henry’s hand emotionally.

Henry, confused, replied, "Old pal, what are you talking about? My nephew’s only in his thirties!"

"Henry? You’re alive?" The old soldier’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Of course, I’m alive! Not just , but all 100,000 of the chosen ones returned!"

"That’s fantastic!"

Cheers erupted from the hall. Families rushed to the stage for tearful reunions.

"Uncle! It’s so good to see you’re okay!" Henry’s nephew, with tears streaming down his face, said. After the death of his parents in a natural disaster, he had always lived with his Uncle Henry.

"Not only am I okay, but we also made a fortune! This ti, all of us chosen ones struck gold!" Henry grinned and added, "Now, if only you could bring ho a bride for !"

"Why bring that up on such a happy occasion?" The nephew blushed.

"You little rascal!" Henry playfully slapped his nephew on the back of the head.

When he saw the morial set up on the stage, especially his own portrait, he looked at the veteran and joked, "Old friend, what’s all this about? It seems quite unique!"

"Well... would you believe if I said it’s a welco party?" The old soldier blushed, finding the situation a bit awkward.

Elsewhere, other participants were having tearful reunions.

Gao Lin hugged his daughter and excitedly said, "Daddy’s back! Give daddy a kiss, are you happy?"

Gao Lin’s daughter, only three or four years old and unaware of her father’s ordeal, reluctantly gave him a little peck on the cheek.

"What’s wrong, my little darling? Aren’t you happy?" Gao Lin asked curiously.

"Daddy... you didn’t die after all!" The little darling pouted, asking with a hint of uncertainty, "So, can I have sothing delicious later?"

The entire hall was enveloped in silence for a mont, and then everyone burst into hearty laughter.

Gao Lin looked slightly embarrassed.

While children might be innocently blunt, he was well-aware that he spent too much ti training and not enough with his family. He resolved that once he returned ho, he would spend more ti with his child and family.

"Eat! Of course, you’ll eat! Everyone will join us for the victory banquet later!" Henry declared with a laugh.

Then he turned his gaze to the veteran and added seriously, "This ti, it’s like being reborn. But not just for , for the entire world. A hundred thousand chosen ones! From now on, our only enemy is the Horror World."

"Is that true?" The veteran’s eyes lit up. "Do we now have the strength to face the Horror World?"

A confident smirk appeared on Henry’s face. "I’m not lying. See for yourself."

As he spoke, a turbulent aura of ghostly energy erupted from him, its overwhelming presence filling the room.

Witnessing Henry’s unleashed power, dozens of other newly arrived chosen ones followed suit. The hall was filled with a ghostly aura amidst a howling wind.

The veteran felt an imnse pressure, as if his old friends had transford into terrifying beasts. But that was the only extraordinary sensation he felt.

However, for the chosen ones, the feeling was intense.

Take, for instance, Henry’s nephew, a chosen one with exceptional talent and potential, just a step away from reaching the ’ferocious’ level.

But now, he gaped in shock. His uncle, once an ordinary man, now radiated an aura many tis stronger than his own.

With just a few instances, he had achieved the power of an ’Evil Spirit’, making him a primary focus for military training. He was even given a strict order not to enter the ghost street, all to protect this prodigy.

But his uncle? With just one instance, he surpassed him. He was in the realm of the ’Ferocious Ghost’, and not just any, probably approaching the ’Fierce’ level.

What was more horrifying was that all of those who returned were at least of ’Ferocious Ghost’ power.

’Ferocious Ghost’ status was elite among the chosen ones. The strongest could even be part of a country’s upper echelons.

As a military priority, he was privy to information unknown to many.

According to current military analyses, globally, not more than five chosen ones reached the soldier level. Only about a hundred reached ’Fierce’, and perhaps two to three thousand reached ’Ferocious Ghost’ level.

But at this morial service, dozens of chosen ones with ’Ferocious Ghost’ strength appeared! Half of the hundred thousand who entered could achieve this level.

"Good! Good! Good!" The veteran exclaid thrice, trembling with excitent.

But then, a thought struck him. "Didn’t people say the Horror World was perilous? How did you all return alive, and with such gains?"

"It’s mainly because of one person..." Henry said, his eyes revealing deep astonishnt.

"Who?" The veteran pressed.

Henry answered solemnly, "A god! The god of all chosen ones! Code number: 44011!"