Changing Course

It was rare to steal half a day of leisure from this fleeting life, so Bai gave herself a holiday.

Strolling along, she followed her memories to the underground rift valley's ghost city. She found the surroundings still as desolate as they had been back then, while people streamed in and out of the entrance. Thrilled, she slipped into the underground ghost city to have some fun.

It was still so gloomy, so half-dead. Ashen humans who had not seen the sun for generations, candles made from human fat burning with flickering green flames, cave prostitutes pale-faced and red-lipped as they listlessly received customers—just as before, its aesthetic had never changed.

She quickly descended the rotten stairs to the dark river and found the familiar Beast Cage arena.

"Need to be careful. Try to play a little longer..."

Muttering to herself, she registered, wrapped her little fists tightly in white cloth, then casually knocked out a thug who had failed to recognize greatness and took his broken silver.

The Beast Cage stands were boiling over. There were many more rich nobles from the surface world, throwing money around like dirt and roaring wildly. When excited, they would even torture serving girls on the spot for amusement. Though one could do as one pleased on the surface, there were still all sorts of rules to follow and many things one could not do. Underground, however, as long as one had the inclination, one could find pleasure in anything.

The stench of sweat filled the air, the smell of alcohol stung the nose, and the waves of cheers rose higher and higher.

"I like the underground world. I like the ghost city even more. Hoo..."

Imitating the boxing movements buried deep in her memories, she bounced twice and threw a few punches.