Perhaps that was what a person's life was like—dreamlike and illusory. Every memory was precious, and every ordinary, boring day could become something one would cherish in the future.
Azeroth, Kalimdor Continent, Darkshore.
The clouds here remained incredibly heavy, making it difficult for sunlight to pierce through and shine down. Coupled with the constant rain, Darkshore could never become a coastal region suitable for vacations and leisure, despite its long coastline.
But there were always exceptions, weren't there?
"Business at your inn hasn't been very good lately, has it? There weren't many tourists or adventurers in Darkshore to begin with, and now that the Great Colonial Era has begun, even fewer people will come here in the future."
"His Majesty the God-Emperor is correct. But that is actually fine by me. This place is not like those crude, noisy inns and taverns in the human lands. All that daily clamor gives me a headache, so I rather enjoy the quiet atmosphere here. Perhaps I have always been an incompetent innkeeper, hahaha."
The middle-aged elven bartender stood behind the counter, leisurely polishing the cups that had already been polished to a spotless shine.
Boss Hu smiled and waved, carrying several fishing rods as he headed outside.
"I'll return them before dark. Thanks."
"May you have a pleasant fishing trip, Your Majesty," the elf replied with a smile and a bow.
The group walked along the beach at Darkshore, enjoying a sunbath that did not exist.
A huge beach crab suddenly charged out of the shallow waters, brimming with the fearless spirit of something recklessly charging ahead.
Then the poor giant crab was instantly reduced to ashes by a streak of Fel Flame.
"Hey, you young man, aren't you wasteful! Those crabs are delicious! You just burned it away!"
Boss Hu immediately