The mercenary guild in Port Vias was bustling with noise, while the Red Gryphon Hotel had fallen into an unusual silence.
Clad in a custom-made suit of alloy plate armor, with a specially forged two-handed heavy sword shaped like a guillotine hanging at his waist, Fat Bear contentedly patted his bloated belly. Chest thrust out, he stood before the revolving doors at the Red Gryphon Hotel's main entrance, greedily gazing at the bright sky.
"My dead father didn't lie to me. The sky of the surface world really is beautiful! Like eyeballs roasted until they sizzle with grease—so beautiful, so moist, so fresh and delicious!" Fat Bear sighed sincerely, filled with poetic feeling. "I really want to roast up a nice plump thigh to eat. Those servants in this hotel look so tender, so pale and clean—much cleaner than the people down below!"
Wearing heavy plate armor, Handsome Bear stood with his arms folded across his chest, haughtily looking around. A specially made two-foot-long cigar hung from his big mouth as he imitated Lin Qi, puffing out clouds of smoke.
Hearing Fat Bear's lament, Handsome Bear said smugly, "Lin... no, Count Turing couldn't have been more right. This is a good place. Since we've come here, we can't go back! The air here is truly comfortable! The fruit here is delicious too!"
The spatial ring on his left hand flashed, and an enormous melon appeared in Handsome Bear's hand. He removed the cigar from the corner of his mouth and began greedily biting into the sweet, juicy melon. With a blissful sigh, he said, "I've already had people buy ten thousand jin of melons to send back to Mother! Honestly, only once we have our own territory can Mother show herself!"
Fat Bear cast a disdainful glance at the servants