Why Did He Save Another World Inexplicably?

Gronn's giant ax hit the barrel with a clang, and the ale splashed everywhere, playing a rough morning song for the guild. Levi's quill wandered among the parchments flying in the sky, accurately stamping the red stamp of "to be reviewed" on the bill. "Levi! My shield budget..." Before she finished speaking, the corners of Elian's robe moved slightly, and arcane light flowed, turning the splashed wine stains into nothingness. In the shadow by the window, Lina whispered: "There is a century-old wine cellar in the East District sewer." Gronn's angry face instantly turned into ecstasy: "Let's go! Let's go now!" There was a sudden explosion in the corner, and Fenrir came out with smoking messy hair: "Bring me five copies of Swampthroat slime! I want to test it..." "——Flammability?" Levi answered without raising his head and dismissed another maintenance order. "Shut up, everyone." Layla's voice stopped the din. She stood at the door, her plate armor reflecting the cold light, her fingertips tapping the hilt of her sword. At this moment, even Gronn shrank his neck, and Fenrir quietly hid the smoking wrench. Only she can temporarily tame this group of troubleshooters who are as good at tearing down homes as they are good at saving the world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.