The people of Big Dipper World naturally chose the second option.
They immediately sprang into action.
At the same time, they introduced more incentives. For example, those who stayed until the end could enjoy tax exemptions.
And they guaranteed that everyone would be able to get out.
As a result, many people stayed behind.
At the edge of another world.
Dusk had fallen over Big Dipper World, and the sky had been dyed blood-red.
The walls of a mortal city stood amid that bloody glow, appearing all the more solemn and inviolable.
Big Dipper World was boundless. The edge of an exceptional-level world was practically equivalent to the fringe planets of the entire galaxy.
Some places resembled modern cities, while others were simply rural countryside.
The raiders' chief, a burly man with a face full of flesh, stood beneath the city walls.
His eyes were filled with resentment and rage.
His subordinates were a band of bandits from another world.
They had originally been brimming with confidence, believing they could easily plunder this small city, but they had not expected such stubborn resistance.
According to the logs left behind by their ancestors, they could come here to raid once every hundred years.
The flow of time was different for them.
Ten thousand years passed here, while only a hundred years passed there.
Time in different worlds had no meaningful basis for comparison.
Yet their ancestors' experience had proven useless.
On the city walls, the soldiers stood like statues.
Their gazes were cold. The longswords in their hands had already been sheathed, but the blood on their blades had yet to dry.
Other soldiers tightly gripped staffs, their faces bearing a resolve that did not match their age.
Military Counselor Sima stood quietly to one side, holding a freshly drawn