In late April, as warmth enveloped the City of Dawn, its residents shed their winter layers for light and vibrant attire.

Young girls adorned themselves in flowing skirts, while young men donned spirited shorts, infusing the city with an air of vitality.

Near the square, a bakery buzzed with the chatter of several middle-aged women gathered around a round table. Despite the midday lull in customers, the atmosphere remained lively.

The bakery's proprietor, a plump woman clad in a long red dress and freckled visage, engaged in animated conversation with her companions.

"Have you heard the latest? Rumor has it that not only pigs but also monsters inhabit the newly established farm by Lord Kachar... I swear by the goddess, it must be true."

For the ordinary denizens of the City of Dawn, any significant development within the city piqued their immediate interest. The construction of a farm of such scale naturally captured the curiosity of countless eyes, particularly those of the elderly women.

Among them, a slightly younger woman, her blonde hair radiating admiration, chimed in, "Kachar, as a deity under the crown, undoubtedly brings divine influence to his endeavors."

The woman addressed as Morgen was no stranger to such discussions. With the advent of the Breaking Dawn Sect, the city had witnessed a surge in devotees pledging allegiance to the revered deity Kachar.

Under Morgen's guidance, the followers of the Breaking Dawn Sect proliferated daily, their unwavering faith in the mighty Kachar steadily gaining momentum.

With the exception of the blonde lady, at least half of those present had visited the Dawn Church for prayers.

A slender woman in a black skirt perked up, her eyes brightening as she interjected, "This topic is fascinating!

"However, I've heard that the farm is tightly controlled, and outsiders can't simply stroll in. I'm sure anything crafted under the Kachar legacy must be astounding."

The plump woman was about to respond when she caught sight of a child playing with a toy Cyclops on the street. "I'm going to go tease Little Coso."

With a smile, he rose from his seat, grabbing a few slices of white bread from the table before making his exit.

"Little Coso, come here for some bread~"

At the sound of his voice, the Cyclops cub turned, a simple smile gracing his face upon spotting the plump aunt.

The Cyclops cub possessed an intelligence comparable to that of a human child around seven or eight years old, capable of recognizing familiar faces.

He held a favorable opinion of humans, particularly those who frequently offered him food.

Bounding towards the bakery, the cub, though still young, towered with three towering blades and a weight of four to five hundred pounds, each step resonating with the ground.

"Thank you~" he uttered in the standard mainland tongue, a language imparted to him by the residents out of sheer boredom.

The Cyclops cub swiftly devoured the slices of bread, each morsel disappearing with just a couple of chews. It appeared as though an adult could consume a hearty meal with the same ease as one would enjoy a handful of peanuts. Even after finishing, he remained fixed on the plump aunt.

With a hearty chuckle, she bid her farewell. "I'll be off now. Remember to come back tomorrow for more head scratches~"

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flickered in the Cyclops cub's immense eyes. Yet, in exchange for the delectable white bread, he obediently crouched down, allowing the aunt to affectionately pat his bald head.

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His gray-white, wrinkled skin resembled bark, offering a rough yet endearing texture that the aunt found surprisingly pleasant.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine herself petting the head of a legendary creature like a Cyclops.

It felt like something out of a dream.

Praise Lord Kachar and the illustrious City of Dawn!"

As the jubilant chant echoed through the streets, a procession of neatly uniformed public security officers marched by, led by a solemn-faced member of the Holy Light Blood Clan.

Patrolling in the daytime seemed to dampen their spirits somewhat.

The bat-like wings unfurled slightly behind the lead officer, while the razor-sharp fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth gleamed like bayonets.

Observing the approaching security team, the Cyclops cub obediently stepped aside, casting a wary glance at the formidable Blood Clan leader.

The memory of the devastating fireball that had ravaged the Giant Valley still haunted him, instilling a deep-seated fear of the Blood Clan.

Furthermore, the Blood Clan's enforcement measures were known to be stringent, and mischievous Cyclops cubs often faced disciplinary action from the public security officers, further fueling the cub's apprehension.

"Lord Hani..."

"Good day, Lord Hani..."

The passing residents offered respectful greetings to the leading Blood Clan member, their voices reverent.

"Little Coso..."

Upon spotting the Cyclops cub, the Blood Clan leader's expression softened, poised to utter a friendly remark.

But before a word could be spoken, the Cyclops cub recoiled in fear, darting away like a scolded child, leaving behind a moment of awkward silence.

Amidst the hushed atmosphere, a few onlookers exchanged uncertain glances.

However, the plump aunt extended a polite smile, breaking the tension. "Greetings, Lord Hani. Would you care to sample our freshly baked bread?"

"Thank you, but I must decline," replied the Blood Clan leader, holding his chest regally. With a curt nod to his smiling security team members, he pivoted on his heel and departed.

The security team followed suit, maintaining their disciplined formation with cheerful strides.

The plump aunt couldn't help but smile genuinely at the heartwarming scene before her.

Human patrols mingling with the Blood Clan, and Cyclopes coexisting harmoniously with civilians—this idyllic tableau was so fantastical that even the most imaginative bard would hesitate to conjure it. Yet, it was a reality only found in the City of Breaking Dawn.

Praise be to the magnificent City of Dawn!

Waiting until the security team had departed, the aunt turned and made her way back inside the house. As she settled down, preparing to resume her conversations with the others, a young man entered from outside.

Dressed in a black blouse with short blonde hair, the youth exuded a contagious energy and undeniable handsomeness.

"Aunt Ma, I've come for some bread," he announced cheerfully.

At the sound of his voice, a group of women turned their heads, their smiles widening at the sight of him.

"Jamie, isn't it too early to return from the farm? It's not even noon yet," one of them remarked.

"Isn't he Old Jayne's son? My, my, you've grown into quite the handsome young man, much more dashing than your old man," another chimed in with a laugh.

Amidst the playful banter, several aunts continued their gossiping.

"Does Jamie have a sweetheart? Perhaps Aunt Linna could introduce him to a nice young lady..."

"What sort of lass catches your eye, Jamie? I know a lovely girl in the neighborhood..."

"There must be plenty of girls vying for the attention of such a handsome lad, am I right?"

Jamie found himself drenched in sweat as he faced the barrage of questions from the group of aunts, desperately seeking aid from Ma Li, the stout aunt, with a pleading look.

"Alright, let's not overwhelm poor Jamie," Ma Li intervened, shooting a playful glance at the others as she rose from her seat, her red skirt swaying with each movement. From the bakery counter, she produced several slices of freshly baked white bread, generously coated with honey, which she handed to Jamie.

"These loaves were just out of the oven, and the honey was purchased from the store yesterday," she announced before her curiosity got the better of her.

"Jamie, tell us about your work on the farm. Is there truly magical water there, more potent than any magic itself?"

The other aunts, captivated by the topic, redirected their attention from Jamie's romantic exploits to the wonders of the farm.

"Does the owner of Kachar City keep powerful monsters as livestock?"

Jamie breathed a quiet sigh of relief, wiping the perspiration from his brow as he began to answer their inquiries.

He felt deeply honored to be employed by the owner of Kachar City to work on the farm.

Jamie, who had been engaged in lively conversation with a group of aunts all Sunday morning, suddenly seemed to recall something. Slapping his forehead with chagrin, he exclaimed, "Oh no, I completely forgot to pick up the spare faucet from the blacksmith's shop. Lord Randy will have my head for this. Ladies, please excuse me, I must go."

With that, he hastily grabbed a piece of white bread and dashed out of the door, inadvertently slipping and falling hard on the ground.

As Jamie stumbled, he happened to pass by a finely dressed young lady, causing the burly boy's face to flush with embarrassment.

Upon witnessing the scene unfold in the bakery, laughter erupted throughout the room, filling the air with a cheerful atmosphere.

The daily lives of the residents may seem mundane, but in this world, experiencing such moments of joy is a luxury for those at the bottom of society. Perhaps only in a magical city like the City of Dawn can the common folk feel so relaxed and carefree.