Primitive, backward, and rife with poverty and famine...
Despite being a fairly large city, both the residents' nutrition and health were abysmal.
The only things worth praising were the relatively clean main streets, the sewer system, and the soldiers clad in full plate armor.
You must know, armor of that quality had only appeared on Earth during the Renaissance.
Yet, interestingly enough, it had been deployed on a large scale in this city that looked medieval in every possible way.
With his powerful telepathy, Allen effortlessly extracted enough information from the thoughts and memories of pedestrians on both sides of the street. In less than two or three seconds, he had even learned this world's language.
Holy City—Rapona.
That was the name of the city beneath his feet, a typical city that had risen and prospered because of religion.
Unfortunately, Allen could not sense even the slightest trace of a god's presence from that magnificent Grand Cathedral.
Without a doubt, just like the religions on Earth, the gods here had also been created by humans.
Perhaps to unify people's thinking, perhaps to seize power and wealth, or perhaps to rally the people against invasions from foreign enemies.
In any case, so far, he had found nothing related to magic or the supernatural.
Most pedestrians were either thinking about how to earn a little more money or filled with all manner of desires. Some were even openly fantasizing about beautiful female passersby.
To avoid seeing too much filth, Allen took the initiative to stop probing the thoughts and memories of those around him. He wandered aimlessly through the marketplace while silently pondering the name Holy City—Rapona.
He felt as though he had heard it before, yet for some reason, he could not remember where.
After all, several centuries had passed since