Even though the special pollution in Black Marsh City had only just been cleared, most of the city's residents were still immersed in a long-awaited, blissful sleep. Some more diligent people had already gotten up and begun busying themselves with their livelihoods.
Some took advantage of the sparse traffic and hurriedly hauled goods, spreading them throughout Black Marsh City.
Some had anticipated that the revelry would create a massive demand for supplies. They rushed toward the plantations, hoping to secure a large batch of goods that could make them rich before anyone else reacted.
Others had slept for only a short while before crawling out of bed and timidly making their way onto the streets. They frantically searched for familiar Black Grass dealers, wanting to obtain a batch of the stuff, enjoy themselves properly, and then go back to sleep.
There were also some whose expressions had already turned exceptionally gloomy because they were short of money.
They sat on benches along the empty streets, staring at the damaged windows one after another as they tightened their grips on the knives in their pockets.
In several other parts of the city, many people had also received the news that had just come from the conference room.
Whether they were driving toward the Administrative Hall in Satellite City No. 2, walking across the rooftops of various buildings toward the Administrative Hall, or slipping through the shadows with thoughts of causing a major disturbance already growing in their minds, they all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Then they contacted their own proxies and made their demands: "The thing we agreed on before can begin now."
"You can rest assured now, too."
"Even someone capable of clearing the special pollution throughout Black Marsh City can't decide the city's