To the southeast of Heaven Prairie lay a vast basin known as Gold Country.
Countless humans, Dragon Clan members, and Mountain Spirit Clan members, all dreaming of sudden riches, gathered here to dig for ownerless gold.
Of course, with different races gathered in one place, friction was unavoidable, so bloodshed and disappearances occurred somewhere in Gold Country every day.
This was perfectly normal.
To these gold prospectors, what was the point of living without gold? Fortunately, the human, Dragon Clan, and Mountain Spirit Clan forces here were fairly balanced, with no one side monopolizing the land. Perhaps this was the result of an agreement among the Deities behind them.
In one corner of Gold Country stood a small town called Gold Rush Town.
Inside the town was an extraordinarily lively tavern, filled with many tall, brawny humans, along with quite a few alluring, delicate women, all drinking and talking loudly.
These people dressed in wild, rough clothing, with all kinds of weapons strapped to their bodies. Simple vests covered their upper bodies, exposing incredibly powerful muscles, and they all looked like people not to be trifled with.
Almost all of them were prospectors who had come here for gold. Of course, "raider" was also every person's hidden profession—or perhaps it could be called a side business.
In the tavern, a green-eyed man with long curly golden hair drank as he slammed the table and boasted endlessly, giving off the air that he could throw down with everyone at any moment.
After downing a whole barrel of beer, he wrapped an arm around an alluring young woman and was about to speak when his expression suddenly froze. He reached out and gave her perky backside a hard squeeze, then pulled out a handful of gold beans from his robes and stuffed