Jiang Qiao took a rickshaw into the city.
Tanjung Sepat was a typical coastal city of the South Seas, bearing traces of many different cultures.
The street-facing buildings had snow-white walls and arched doors and windows, with English signs hanging above their entrances—a typical Western style.
Further inside,
there were many buildings in the native South Seas style.
They were mainly wooden structures, with pointed roofs carved with intricate local patterns.
However,
once Jiang Qiao entered deeper into the city,
he immediately noticed that along both sides of the not-so-spacious streets, there were not only coconut trees rustling in the wind, but also large numbers of vagrants huddled beneath eaves at street corners.
They were ragged, skinny as skeletons, and stared blankly at passersby.
Some stretched out their hands, trying to beg.
But they looked as though they had not eaten in a long time, and some barely had the strength to move.
Most pedestrians, however, hurried past.
They did not even spare them a glance.
Continuing down the street, Jiang Qiao saw someone lying motionless on the ground at a roadside corner.
His face was bluish-gray.
His lips were cracked.
A tattered straw mat covered his body.
With just one glance, Jiang Qiao could tell that the man was already dead—and had starved to death.
The broken bowl scattered beside him had been his only possession in life.
"Tragic."
"The South Seas are already a mess, and with the Supernatural Era added on top of that, ordinary people can suffer a Critical Hit from one careless mistake and fall into the Abyss."
Jiang Qiao shook his head.
He felt somewhat moved.
Tanjung Sepat was a major city in the South Seas, its streets bustling with traffic and pedestrians constantly coming and going.
Westerners in suits and local merchants in