War Was About to Ignite (4-in-1)

Year's end.

City of Heaven, street.

Two frail children arrived beneath the wall.

Several tall Vending Machines stood neatly arranged there, filled with a dazzling array of goods for sale.

They squeezed the pitifully few coins in their hands and hesitated for a long while.

In the end, they reluctantly looked away and turned to an inconspicuous gray "big iron cabinet" in the corner.

"Click!"

The sound of a coin entering the machine rang out.

A moment later, two basin-sized flatbreads were dispensed.

The two children carried the flatbreads away.

A while later.

A carefree blond man came over with both hands in his pockets, whistling.

He walked straight past the plain gray "big iron cabinet" and stopped before the colorful drink machine in the middle.

"Heavenly Energy...

Matan Drink...

Colorful Orchard..."

The blond man's gaze swept across several rows of goods before he inserted a coin and pressed a button.

"Clack!"

A 550-milliliter canned drink, Matan Drink, dropped down.

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

Over the next few dozen minutes, muscular men, housewives, bespectacled clerks, spirited young women, fallen women...

All kinds of people passed by one after another.

Most of them chose to buy something from the machines, satisfying their various needs.

Yudakara was overrun by gangs, and unrest was constant. All kinds of production activities had been affected, leaving the small businesses in fixed shops withering away.

Only the Vending Machines were sacred.

It was as though thugs did not dare demand protection fees from major companies or shopping malls. No one dared damage the machines. Even fights had to be conducted with care to avoid them.

Over time, the surrounding area came to be regarded as a safe zone, like an oasis in the desert.

Inside an office, the Witchcraft Crystal Ball projected an image, displaying the surveillance