"Welcome to the Trading Ground. This is a place of absolute peace. You need not worry about fighting; no unapproved battles or killings can take place here."
A calm female voice spoke words of welcome. He looked around, but there was nothing there.
This time, Da Mu realized with certainty that although the language of the Outer Realm had sounded in his ears, he could understand it instantly.
"Where is this?"
Before him, a layer of mist was slowly dispersing.
The tribal leader, advancing alone through the fog, fell into confusion in both action and state of mind.
The moment he had "agreed," he had been transported here. As the mist before him gradually dispersed, it revealed a small town shrouded in white fog.
There were towering, bizarre spires; magnificent, lavish churches burning with heavenly fire; enormous compounds constantly filled with beastly roars; and at the center, a Bank Building brimming with crisp modernity.
If not for the strange "ticket" still clutched in his hand, along with the reality of the "negative fifty" written on it, he might have thought this was a dream. His arrival here had not come without a cost.
When those so-called Life Points had turned negative, Da Mu had felt his life come under threat. For a strong man, that was extremely deadly.
Was this really a trap? Had he been cursed somehow? Why was there no one at all in this town?
"What can I get?"
The rational leader cast aside his many distracting thoughts and went straight to the point.
Yet there was still no answer.
So he could only explore on his own.
"Are these medicines? And food?"
Soon enough, he encountered a surprise.
Before him was something resembling a marketplace. It was still completely deserted, but the stalls were piled with