As Long as I'm Not Embarrassed, Everyone Else Is

There was no doubt that life in the massive Cyberpunk City on the Ninth Layer of Baator had given Daelin an unprecedented sense of excitement and stimulation.

Everything here was filled with novelty for him.

All sorts of races he had never seen before, bizarre merchandise, unheard-of professions, and Arcane Magic, Divine Magic, and Spell-like Abilities everywhere...

In the human world of Azeroth, magic was not exactly rare, but it certainly did not appear so frequently in the daily lives of ordinary civilians.

Here, however, even a random street vendor could use simple Prestidigitation to create dazzling visual effects and attract customers.

Those otherworldly creatures, Devils included, possessed many innate Spell-like Abilities.

From time to time, one could even see Fire Genies selling mortals the Wish spells they could grant.

Some creatures with incredibly powerful regenerative abilities would even dig out organs from their own bodies that could serve as spellcasting materials and sell them to Wizards and Sorcerers.

Recreational drugs and the flesh trade were even more widespread throughout the streets and alleys.

In short, within this massive Cyberpunk City, as long as it was "voluntary," it seemed anything could be traded without the slightest concern for ethical or moral constraints.

More precisely, there were no so-called moral constraints here at all. The principle was simple: anything not forbidden by law was permitted.

As a result, numerous gray-market industries had emerged in areas where the rules were not entirely clear.

Large monopoly conglomerates, gangs, assassins, and mercenary groups were interwoven like fangs, forming part of the city's ecosystem.

The Fireline Rescue Squad had been born from the urgent demand for security among the wealthy people in this line of work.

Many who spent their lives in gray areas, seeking to strengthen themselves, chose to replace their flesh-and-blood limbs with