Betrayed By The Hero's Party For Having A 'Useless' Class, Now Their Legendary Loot Is Falling Apart Book 2: An Overpowered Cozy LitRPG

They didn't want a hero. They wanted the fence fixed.

Dorn Vasker was cut from the realm's most famous adventuring party for one line on his sheet — Combat rating: none assessed. Then he fixed a dying river town, healed two dungeon cores everyone else had written off, and became the first Warden of Works the world has ever seen. Level 102. Two thousand bonds. A posted rate.

Now the ground itself is singing on the high northern moor, under a hundred-year-old containment wall the guild won't inspect and the Crown won't answer for. The only keeper it has is a seventy-one-year-old shepherd whose family has tended that fence illegally for three generations — and something under it is waking up.

The guild says you put down what wakes. Dorn's trade says something different: nothing kept ever needs killing.

One old woman. One impossible wall. One man who mends things, standing between a doctrine with an army of paperwork and the biggest heart in the north.