It really had the feel of a wasteland!
Walking down the crooked street, Fu Qian breathed in the dry air.
By now, he had figured out why there wasn't a single tree in sight.
Because this place had been built right in the middle of a desert. He could just make out the vast stretches of white sand in the distance.
As for why adventurers had chosen to establish a settlement in such a barren place, perhaps conditions elsewhere were even worse?
Still, from what he had seen along the way, this settlement built on the wasteland had a surprising amount of life to it. It even had all kinds of places for entertainment.
That was completely understandable. This was a place where danger and opportunity went hand in hand, and the need to blow off steam under all that pressure was naturally high.
Aside from that, though, the rest of the place seemed rather monotonous. It was basically one residential district after another.
"The economy's way too one-dimensional!"
Fu Qian delivered his assessment with great seriousness.
After all, this was a Forbidden Zone. Hunting supernatural creatures and collecting special materials were the only industries here.
In other words, there was really only one profession here: hunter.
There were quite a few people on the streets, and nearly all of them were Transcendents. Many were fully armed and looked ready for a fight.
That was quite different from the outside world. In places with Night Watchers, most Transcendents kept a low profile. You rarely saw them flaunting themselves like this.
After wandering around for about fifteen minutes, Fu Qian finally reached his destination: a bar that was open twenty-four hours a day.
Anyone familiar with Westerns knew that bars were always centers of information, dens of vice, and legendary