City of Death

Walking alone through the City of Death, Arthur unknowingly attracted quite a few curious glances.

All around him, many of the Denizens of Death looked at Arthur as he walked by himself, their faces full of surprise.

The City of Death was known for its atmosphere of death. Most of those who lived there were Denizens of Death transformed from corpses, or beings on the verge of death who hoped to become Denizens of Death after they died.

Normal people rarely came to a place like this, where they would have to face a group of beings who looked just like corpses.

Arthur looked perfectly normal. His face was youthful, and the vitality in his body was clearly strong. He looked nothing like someone on the verge of death.

It was certainly surprising to see someone like him come to this City of Death.

"Traveler, care to have some fun?"

As he walked along, a voice called out from ahead when he reached an intersection.

Arthur's expression remained calm as he looked up.

At the intersection stood a building. In front of it stood a beautiful woman, smiling as she watched Arthur from a distance.

She was very beautiful, wearing a long dress and boasting a tall, slender figure.

The only flaw was her extremely pale skin. She looked like a corpse, cold and utterly devoid of warmth.

Standing there and looking at the woman, Arthur didn't need to do anything. Thanks to his keen senses alone, he could clearly smell the faint stench of a corpse coming from her.

"So there are places like this in the City of Death?"

Arthur looked at the woman in the distance, smiled, and asked casually.

"Ordinary Denizens of Death, of course, don't need this."

The woman across from him looked at Arthur