Conqueror

Women (or men)—anyone you picked up in the red-light district could pass for a supermodel, a beauty queen, a superstar, or a pretty boy in the real world.

Want drugs? Jewelry? A mansion? Wealth? Spectacular sights?

Space could give you anything you wanted, except one thing.

The one thing Space could never give you was safety—in other words, your life.

Every seven days, you had to enter the designated story world as Space required, and make it out alive.

As long as you survived and made money, everything else was negotiable.

That was why the first day after a story ended was always the Contractors' wildest time. Once, a Reincarnator expert had partied on drugs in the red-light district until a heart attack forced Space to revive him.

Kirk and Wang Han were already old hands in Space. They'd seen it all and knew how to take care of themselves so they'd be ready to fight again.

"Sure." Kirk didn't refuse. In fact, he took Wang Han's hand himself. The great heroine Wang blushed, but she didn't stomp on his foot with her high heel.

The two were happily debating whether to go for fine French cuisine or German roasted pork knuckles when Kirk's Space communicator rang.

It was Chekhov.

The Sea Emperor Group's leader was summoning Kirk again.

In terms of standing, Kirk's Dragon King team was already on par with any team in Space. Someone else might have found Chekhov's summons annoying and beneath them. Kirk didn't see it that way.

He didn't care much about face, and besides, Chekhov had always looked out for him. They had a good relationship, so Kirk acknowledged the summons and led Wang Han toward the Sea Emperor Group's base.

The Sea Emperor Group's base was still the same peaceful harbor, with