From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 498

The Sahar Wastes were, without question, the most chaotic region in the world.

Wars raged year-round, and aside from the major powers carving up their spheres of influence, countless mercenaries and armed factions were entrenched throughout the land.

What worried Jimmy the most was the involvement of the Agylae, whose influence was pulling the strings behind the scenes. If Leander's presence in the Sahar Wastes were to be exposed, wouldn't that give them a perfectly legitimate reason to take action?

In that region, even Astria would find itself powerless to intervene. And if the Agylae learned that Leander had appeared in the Sahar Wastes, they could easily find a pretext to launch an indiscriminate strike on a particular area and eliminate Leander in the process.

After all, in the turmoil of the Sahar Wastes, such things were commonplace. If Leander was killed, even if Astria pursued accountability, the Agylae could simply claim it had been collateral damage amid active conflict—thus instantly dissolving any international pressure.

Hearing this, the rest of the Shadow Division members' expressions changed drastically.

"Jeff is out of his mind!"

"He knows perfectly well how sensitive this period is, yet he still dares to go to such a chaotic region like the Sahar Wastes? Does he really think the major powers can't touch him?"

"Exactly! Does he really think that just because he climbed to the top of the International Combat Units and killed the Blood Demon and others, he's invincible now? With his level of cultivation, facing modern weapons is nothing but suicide. He has no idea how insignificant he is!"

Listening to the criticism directed at Leander, neither Jimmy nor Christopher spoke in his defense. This time, even they felt that Leander was being far too reckless.

Charging into the Sahar Wastes—if the Agylae made a covert move, it would be impossible to guard against. A single misstep could spark a small-scale war.

But Leander was likely already in Dechor, enjoying foreign scenery. It seemed too late for anything now.

At this moment, all they could do was pray that Leander wouldn't cause too large a commotion over there, lest he attract the attention of the Agylae or other nations.

…

At the international airport of Dechor, Leander stepped off the plane in a simple shirt and sweatpants. Celia followed obediently behind him, attentive at every step.

Behind them, Nathan and the others walked in pairs, while Aurora—despite being a stunning beauty—was left trailing alone like an abandoned singleton.

Leander walked ahead, glancing at the Dechorians in their varied clothing styles with mild amusement. It was his first time visiting this Sahar Wastes country.

"Just like the travel guides said—Dechorians really are incredibly hospitable!"

Nathan spoke with excitement.

A moment ago, he had used broken translation software to communicate with an airport worker. The staff member was very professional, patiently introducing famous Dechor attractions and important notes, and warmly welcoming them.

"Yeah, looks like coming here was the right choice!"

Luke and Evander exchanged looks and nodded in agreement.

Just then, Livia and her two friends suddenly gasped.

"Isn't that Maeve over there?"

Everyone followed their gaze. At one of the exits, a group of people held up signs and cheered excitedly—as if they were welcoming a major celebrity.

On their signs, the name "Maeve" was written in awkward-looking Chinese characters.

At the front of the crowd, surrounded by admirers, a girl in cool summer attire and sunglasses strode forward with elegance and grace.

She gently waved and smiled, prompting the welcoming crowd to erupt in even greater excitement as they called her name.

They were practicing none other than the Devourer's Flow—the technique Leander had passed down to the Southern Wyvern Blade.

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