I Want to Go to Port Nyanzaru! (Part One)

Weapons were always a problem.

Just look at how much effort it had taken Soren to get his hands on a supernatural weapon. That alone showed how hard it was to find suitable equipment in this world. And that had been on the Material Plane. In a barren place like the Abyss, it was harder still. Many demons roamed its vast wilderness, stealing weapons from any enemies they encountered and using whatever they could get. The Abyss's immense resources were of little use to them.

Soran's latest batch of weapons was meant for an assault on Gurumba Arena.

Once the goblins were wiped out, his Demon Avatar would spend some time consolidating his hold on the region, aiming to become a low-ranking Demon Lord. After taking the arena, Soran planned to reopen it. The arena and its prizes would attract powerful demons, giving him a foothold on the third layer of the Abyss, the Realm of the Forgottens. A Demon Lord needed a power base of his own, and Soran needed more fighters and expendable troops.

Only after he secured his territory could the planar arms trade provide him with a steady income.

Port Nyanzaru.

After the Demon Avatar sent over a shipment of gold, gems, and rare materials, the two witches' research funds were no longer under such strain. Wealth accumulated slowly. Every year, new witches petitioned the Northern Witches Council for funds to build towers, yet over the past twenty years, the council had made progress on only one additional tower. The cost was simply too high. Several years' worth of an entire nation's tax revenue would barely cover a tower's foundations.

With Malar the God of Hunt dead, Soren could turn his attention elsewhere.

His first priority was gathering the Power of Faith. Advancing to Lesser