"Coo, coo—"
A small, skinny lizard struggled to climb up a withered yellow blade of grass.
It poked its head out from the dense leaves, raised its timid head for the first time, and gazed up at the moonlight overhead.
Crimson and deep-blue radiance intertwined beneath the stars, forming a shimmering, variegated purple that spread across the pitch-black night sky like a long river carrying flecks of starlight.
"Rumble!"
A shadow covered its sky.
The Sky Turtle trudged onward without stopping.
It hadn't even noticed the tiny creature's existence.
As it trampled across the Wasteland, it only felt a tiny pebble beneath its foot.
Each step it took was slow and heavy. Even the towering buildings and suspension bridges on the turtle's back swayed, making Tang Qi, at the top of the tower, stagger as well.
The cool evening breeze felt like mint: cold enough, but not so sharp that it stung. It stirred his hair and sent ripples across the golden field beneath his feet, tinged with the red of maple leaves.
So he didn't need to wrap himself in an overly thick fur blanket, and writing his journal was a breeze—
[Wild Wasteland.
Clearly, I don't understand it well enough.
Before leaving Dragon Gold City, I asked the adventurers I'd met in Deepwell for some information about this Wasteland.
Unfortunately, even the seasoned adventurers who traveled between the two places by way of the Road to Prison—a main highway built and extensively renovated in the past by Dragon Gold City's Public Lord, whom we now know was Eve, the soul inside the little dragon—had only a superficial understanding of the Wasteland.
"We generally don't go looking for trouble beyond the highway."
They all said the same thing:
"You know how it is. Adventuring is all about profit. If