First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

Fort Juve, Dalmo River.

It originates in the Ironthorn Mountains and is named after the Dalmau Plains it flows through. It is one of the three important rivers in Noxus.

Atto stood on the riverbank south of Juewo Fort, silently watching truckloads of iron spike ore being loaded onto ships.

He no longer had the suitcase containing the bounty in his hand. When Valrokan, who had come to see him off, saw this, he nodded slightly, thinking that this was normal and no longer had any doubts about Ator's imperial citizenship.

Even if he were a powerful warrior, he wouldn't carry a large amount of cash with him, as it would not only affect his combat ability but also attract the covetous eyes of others.

As for where the bounty went, Valrokan naturally assumed it was deposited in the Imperial Bank, as it would be impossible to do so without Imperial citizenship.

“Mr. Harris, once the war is over, if you do not wish to remain in the army, the doors of Fort Juve will always be open to you. We would very much welcome someone as talented as you.”

The elderly Valrocan stepped forward to shake hands with Atto and say goodbye, but what he was really thinking was:

"Those lazy bums at the city hall are really efficient. They got his identity documents replaced so quickly. It must be because of Harris killing Rodrigo. I must have bribed them beforehand."

"Sigh, if the officials of Digwo Fortress were as efficient as me, they wouldn't need to be servants of the Immortal Fortress..."

Ato chuckled twice, and seeing that the ore was almost loaded, he casually replied, "I like to travel around. Maybe after the war, I'll go to Bilgewater to hunt pirates. There are walking bounties everywhere there."

He's maintaining his bounty hunter persona; in Noxus, talent is what matters most.

The premise is that talented people must have something they want. Whatever it is, as long as they have the ability, the empire can give it to them.

The empire would suspect that a talented person who has no desires has other motives.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Valrokan tightened his collar: "Well, since that's the case, I won't keep you any longer. May you bring victory to the Empire."

"Fight for the Empire." Ato pounded his chest dramatically, then leaped lightly onto the mining ship bound for the Immortal Fortress.

After the miners finished counting, the ore ship sounded its horn and slowly sailed southeast.

Atto went to the private room prepared for him, closed the door, and after confirming that no one was eavesdropping, took the scabbard off his back.

The scabbard floated in the air on its own. Ato twisted his wrist, and a small hole appeared near the scabbard. He reached out and pulled out a large leather trunk containing the bounty.

"Hey, that old man from Valrokan, he won't feel at ease until he sees that I'm not carrying a suitcase."

Atto placed the suitcase on the wooden table, unbuttoned it, and neatly arranged stacks of banknotes inside, exuding the scent of ink.

"Old man, you've really mastered the art of using this scabbard."

"We should thank Ornn for his amazing abilities," Aatrox said, praising Ornn while secretly feeling a little smug.

"The internal space of the scabbard is far larger than it appears; I have merely opened an interface in the real world."

“Now he looks more like a male protagonist in a novel…” Ato looked at the banknotes. “I always felt like I was missing something compared to them. It turns out it was my personal storage space. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for a dignified male protagonist to be dragged down by a lot of luggage.”

“Novel? What’s that? Some kind of classical drama?” Aatrox had never heard of this rather strange word.

“That’s not important. Now we should count how much that Rodrigo is worth…” Atto picked up a stack of banknotes and began to count them carefully.

He'd never seen so much cash in his past life!

After Ato confirmed that each banknote had a face value of one hundred, each stack contained one hundred banknotes, and there were a total of one hundred stacks.

One million Noxian credits!

Ato shook his head. In his previous life, he only paid attention to heroic stories and worldviews. Only after coming to this world did he truly realize that money is unavoidable.

Although I don't know the purchasing power of 1 Nope, judging from Valrocan's words that it's enough to turn an ordinary person into a millionaire, it might be a little more than the Little Red Fish in my previous life...

"I'll only carry a small portion with me, and put the rest back in my suitcase and into the scabbard space. At least I won't have to worry about food and clothing."

But then Atto was troubled by the restrictions on currency.

There is no international trade in Runeterra. Noxian currency can only be used within Noxus, and in a few areas of Piltover and northern Shurima...

If one does not participate in the war, the outcome of the war is already predetermined.

Ionia's Pyrrhic victory means Noxian Emperor Bron Darkwell will inevitably be overthrown by Jericho Swain. Will the currency change then? One million in cash will become worthless...

"The old man is right. If you can't figure something out, just think about it again when the time comes. Maybe the difficulties I imagine don't exist."

……

half a month later.

Ato looked out the window and saw the magnificent city in the distance.

During this time, he stayed very secluded on the ship, even having his food delivered to his room by the crew.

But since Valrokan had given instructions, the others on the ship didn't say anything, they just felt that this powerful man who killed Rodrigo was a bit strange.

"Crack!"

Ato, unusually, pushed open the room door and gazed out at the imperial capital to his left in the corridor.

He noticed the looks he received and let out a sigh of relief, feeling both helpless and pleased.

"I'm about to burst from being bored." Aatrox stretched and had a mental conversation with him. "Do you know how I've been these past two weeks? I took a 40-hour train ride from home to university, and it wasn't this hard! Because I had my phone with me the whole time!"

“Of course I know how you spend your time.” Aatrox activated his skill to automatically filter out incomprehensible words. “You spend half your day sleeping, and when you’re awake, you just stare out the window, and after a while, you start pulling your hair.”

“There are no entertainment activities here! I don’t communicate with the crew because I don’t want to give myself away. They will definitely ask me how I killed Rodrigo! The more I communicate, the more I expose myself. This is Noxus. Exposing myself means making an enemy of the entire empire!”

“Your emotions are fluctuating,” Aatrox replied. “You need to calm down.”

“I do want to calm down… By the way, weren’t you always so irritable after becoming a Darkborn? How come you’ve been so stable all this time? Does the scabbard have some kind of psychological counseling function?” Ato said half-jokingly.

"...Do you really want to know the reason?"

"Yes, I rarely ask you questions, do I?"

“Go back to your room first.” Aatrox finally brought up the memories he had sealed away in his heart.

Ato closed the door again: "And then?"

Aatrox's tone carried a long-lost madness: "Start imagining this room, but there are no doors or windows, no light, no sound, not even the ability to end your own life, only eternal solitude. How long can you endure in this room?"