Doomsday Forbidden Zone

Talilo Desert, Shalin City.

"Buying dragon materials!"

"Need a pro to carry us through the Desert Wyvern Nest!"

"Adult green dragon scales, premium materials! Original price: twenty-nine Silver Ginar per scale. The stall owner is clearing stock at a loss as a benefit for everyone—now only nine Silver Ginar each! Limited supply, first come, first served!"

"That expensive? Isn't this just scamming newbies who don't know the market? Heh, dragon scale prices crashed ages ago after the Battle of Locke Great Rift Valley. Twenty-nine Silver Ginar was the market price from who knows when. Come to my stall—I'm selling them for six Silver Ginar each, way cheaper than that unscrupulous, black-hearted merchant."

"What? You don't have enough money? Can't even afford one scale? Come, give me your bank card and I'll help you take out a loan for ten Gold Ginar. Our Empire Bank is a major institution certified by the imperial government. Annual interest..."

"Recruiting experimental specialists for the Church of the Machine God's Life Sect! Compensation of three Silver Ginar per death! Limited to three spots only—first come, first served!"

"The hell kind of experimental specialist are they recruiting? They're clearly recruiting test subjects!"

Players had gathered in Central Square. Some sat on the ground, setting up stalls and hawking goods; some discussed the state of the war; some laughed, cursed, argued, and debated. The city was exceptionally noisy, brimming with a vitality utterly unlike that of the Dragon Worship Cult's rule.

To the local Seleucian People, these Imperial People from the north might behave strangely and possess some dragon-like traits, but they rarely humiliated or oppressed them like the Dragon Worship cultists did, much less destroyed their homes and families.

After the Battle of Locke Great Rift Valley, these players who had come from afar had not