So, Will Destiny Really Arrange Everything?
Overall, Saint Gloria Harbor was not a place inhabited only by Void Immortal powerhouses—there were also countless ordinary humans with no power or only low-level abilities.
Immortal Life powerhouses were still living beings who cultivated normally, and they could not escape the necessities of food, clothing, housing, and transportation. There were even some completely hedonistic Immortal Life powerhouses.
The strong needed people to serve them. As for those people... there were naturally many ways to obtain them.
Thus, this was a huge harbor, as well as a huge city... and an exceptionally prosperous one.
At the two-hundred-meter-long escalator in a department store in Saint Gloria Harbor... Miss Sheryl, slowly ascending, already had a large pile of shopping bags hanging from her hands.
Of course, she could have tossed the merchandise into a portable storage item. But wasn't the point of shopping to enjoy the weighty satisfaction of a full haul?
"What should I browse next...?"
She was treating this entirely as a day off. Work was so exhausting, so she naturally had to reward herself properly... Surely she had earned so much money that she didn't need to go support some pretty boy, right?
Surely not, surely not. Surely no one thought that Miss Sheryl would sneak out to visit the slums, eat street food with excessive bacteria, sing and dance with greasy middle-aged strangers in a tavern, feed pigeons in a plaza, and play with ugly brats from who knew which family, right?
Please!
Some lifestyles became impossible to return from once one grew accustomed to them.
Miss Sheryl lowered her sunglasses slightly, took a selfie, and then posted it without a second thought in a private encrypted channel on the Void Network.
This was her own little world, so she had