Levi Garrison: The Return of the God of War [The Protector] Chapter 1769

Jared had the freedom and authority to do almost anything at the training base without anyone monitoring his activities. He had unrestricted access to almost all the most sophisticated laboratories in the base. In the name of researching for groundbreaking technological advances, he could do anything without raising anyone's suspicion. After all, he was truly brilliant, and within a few days of joining the team, he had already helped them resolve many thorny issues. As such, the rest of the team idolized him and placed him on a pedestal. Wynona was the only one being wary of him, and she would pay attention to his movements and activities. After calming down from the private manic outburst in his room, Jared put on his protective gears and headed to the laboratory section of the base. “I would like to use laboratory number three,” he requested. Wynona was on duty that day. She did the routine check on him to make sure he did not have spy gadgets or unapproved equipment hidden on him before granting him permission to access the laboratory. As she watch Jared and his team enter the laboratory, Wynona had an unexplainable sense of unease. In the short time that he was there, his access authority had increased by leaps and bounds, and he had already gotten the privilege to make use of Lab Number Three. Somehow, she felt uneasy about it but could not do anything to stop it as the rest of the team had full faith in Jared and trusted him completely. Please don't let anything go wrong! Wynona could only massage her heavy head and silently pray that everything would be all right. In the meantime, West Sky Lord had returned with the personal items of all the deceased members of The Calamity. Levi had given her the instruction to do so when they first got back. Those brave warriors had anonymously worked hard to fight for Erudia. They were not appreciated when they were alive and even in death, their bodies were damaged beyond recognition. As such, Levi decided to build a cenotaph in their memory, with all their names etched on it in recognition of their contributions and sacrifices. The construction of the cenotaph was completed, so Levi was on the way to pay his respect to the deceased and to carve their names on the cenotaph. Levi led Forlevia, West Sky Lord, and a few others to a cemetery in Fairlake City of Northeast City. “Bring me a sword!” he quietly demanded. A sword was thrown at him and he started craving the names of the deceased members onto the individual nameplates mounted on the cenotaph. Eren Pieck. Armin Momoa. Rodrick Artlet. West Sky Lord and the rest watched solemnly as Levi silently etched the nine hundred and ninety-nine names on the cenotaph. After finishing the craving of the names, Levi poured half a bottle of wine around the cenotaph and downed the other half of the bottle. “Rest in peace!” West Sky Lord and the rest shouted. “Oh, almost a thousand newly built tombs?” A group of people walked by, and the man in the lead smilingly asked as he glanced toward Levi's direction. “It looks like a cenotaph. Heard it was for those warriors who perished on the battlefield and whose remains could not be found.” Someone in the group could be heard explaining to the man. “What a bunch of foolish men! Who would remember them after their death? And to think they fought with their lives and ended up in such a sorry state. How stupid can they be?” the young man mocked. “Yes, you are right! These are gullible men brainwashed into doing foolish acts. They went into the battle despite knowing they had no chance of survival. Stupid as can be!' “To defend Erudia means they are defending a group of morons and idiots!” The followers happily chatted away and continued humoring the young man. “They even gave an order not to allow those who fled the war to return to Erudia. So, how did you come back?” They looked toward the young man and asked with curiosity. Levi overheard their conversation and realized the young man had fled the country but managed to return despite his order not to allow defectors to return. “Stop right there!” he bellowed.