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Chapter 1377 The Intrusion

The Sterquil was surprised by his neighbor's refusal to help.

Isn't he known for being incredibly helpful? Eight thousand means nothing to him, yet he ignores the

significant river pollution and refuses to assist me! What kind of person is he?

The refusal angered him, causing him to see the neighbor as a hypocrite and a liar.

Even other villagers are starting to view him with suspicion, acknowledging the validity of my argument.

Given his large house near the river and the waste, it seems more reasonable for him to take

responsibility for waste disposal rather than relying on others in the village for assistance.

"In recent years, I'm unsure about the neighbor's business ventures, but his conditions have improved.

He built a big house, got several cars, and now lives beyond what most villagers can afford. This

money is truly insignificant for him!" the Sterquil exclaimed.

Lilly questioned angrily, "Does he owe you anything?"

The Sterquil nodded. "He doesn't owe me, but the river belongs to the village. Shouldn't he use his

wealth to help? If he can, he should contribute and take responsibility. I would do my part if my family

had the money!"

Lilly was left speechless once again after hearing his explanation. She countered, "You created the

waste. It's only fair for you to own up. Why pretend you're making a sacrifice?"

The Sterquil didn't entirely agree. This house isn't for me. It's built for my mother, for the whole family.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Lilly suppressed her disgust. This behavior is repulsive, much like eating poop.

"Go on," she said.

The Sterquil gave her a puzzled look. She isn't the Ruler of Hell, but her attitude resembles that of the

Ruler of Hell more than the actual Ruler of Hell.

He continued, "No one is willing to help me, and I can't handle it. What can I do?"

After a rain followed by hot weather, the waste pile behind his house started to emit an even more

unpleasant odor. Unable to tolerate it any longer, he thought deep down, They should step aside if no

one helps me address this issue.

So, the Sterquil declared, 'Please accept my sincerest apologies. I'm genuinely sorry, but I can't handle

it. The waste pile is getting smellier, and I have no choice but to shovel it into the river and let it wash

away. It's not what I want, but I'm helpless...'

The villagers deemed him shameless. The village chief and a few villagers visited him several times to

discuss the matter. Despite unanimously disagreeing with his decision to dump waste into the river, no

one stepped up to assist the Sterquil.

Only the village bully approached him privately and assured him of support for his decision.

He set a final deadline for the villagers, but they doubted him. They believed he was attempting to

manipulate them, expecting his neighbors to step in and take responsibility.

As days passed, it continued until the designated day, yet no one assisted him in handling the issue.

Frustrated, he donned several layers of masks, grabbed a shovel, and shoveled the waste into the

river.

The villagers were shocked by his actions!

The Sterquil shouted, "They never thought I'd do it!"

Despite being scolded, he remained unfazed and asserted that he pledged to shovel a little each day

as the waste pile was enormous.

As the criticism heightened, he argued that the waste consisted of construction materials and wouldn't

cause pollution.

Someone countered, warning that the construction waste could obstruct the river, drying it up and

leaving the villagers without water.

"That's not my concern," the Sterquil retorted. "Anyway, I won't be living in this village anymore." He

made it clear that he wouldn't leave any descendants here.

After a few days of shoveling waste, he felt a sense of relief. Unconcerned about the consequences, he

believed he had fulfilled his part. The village descended into chaos, and his neighbor condemned him

in various ways.

The Sterquil smirked. "It's not easy for me; my neighbor is also struggling. He's being criticized for

being unwilling to contribute such a small amount. Haha... His reputation in the village has been greatly

damaged."

"There is unrest at his home, and even his wife is unsure about the situation. She begs him to pay the

money, stressing its insignificance, especially considering the vital importance of the village river."

The Sterquil relished a sense of satisfaction.

"Let's see if he'll persist in pretending. His usual facade of kindness has finally been exposed, and now

even his wife is beginning to harbor doubts."

Lilly clenched her teeth in frustration and accused, "You despicable person! The river is a resource for

all the villagers. Don't you care if it dries up? What about the shame your descendants might face after

you're gone?"

The Sterquil shook his head dismissively. "I don't have any descendants; even if I did, they could deal

with it."

Why should I care if the river dries up in the future?

In a decade or so, my offspring may still be expressing remorse. As time goes by and the older

generation has passed on, their descendants might conveniently deny any wrongdoing, pointing fingers

at the neighbors and asserting that our family was not at fault.

What's there to be afraid of?

Lilly's tone turned icy as she questioned, "So, how did you die?"

The Sterquil's once-smug expression froze, replaced by a sense of anger, and he couldn't shake the This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

feeling that fate had dealt him an unfair hand.

"I toiled under the scorching sun, enduring the hardship... Who would have anticipated a sudden

downpour after a month of clear skies?"

The rain persisted, unleashing a year's precipitation in just one or two days.

As a consequence, a flash flood ensued. It surged down, carrying all the waste into his house—not just

the waste he had shoveled into the river but also the refuse behind the house that he hadn't managed

to clear, all inundating his home.