The Profiteering Trade

"There were hundreds! Thousands of them!"

"Gwaa! Several hundred magic missiles! They could even smash through force-field shields!"

"Force-field damage is the truest damage in this world."

"...But getting captured was indeed quite interesting!"

The rescued witches chattered away. Rather than captives, they seemed more like young ladies visiting someone else's home.

But that was probably more or less the truth.

These witches were not elite witches who had taken part in the Witch Conflict. Like the sorceresses, they had entered to conduct terrain development and surveys, earning commendations through their exceptional talent for discovering resources—and receiving medals as a result.

As witches unskilled in spellcraft, they naturally found it difficult to deal with the attacks of large numbers of biomimetic golems. Spellcaster units did not have much area-of-effect damage early on; low-magic witches were, at most, versatile generalists. Dealing with these golems, which possessed basic magic resistance, was indeed rather difficult.

Not every witch in the witch world possessed off-the-charts combat power. There were also witches of this sort, devoted to culture, art, and resource development.

Jiang Han did not really know what to make of these witches—or what sort of people they were. Nor did she know about their little circles, or why these five young ladies had dared to come out mining without bodyguards.

Still, rescuing them safely was a good thing. This commission would also net her two medals.

After walking for around ten minutes, she finally led this group of young ladies back to the Transfer Station.

They made their way down Tavern Street. The Investigator Tavern stood directly opposite the Ghost Tavern, and synchronized missions often appeared between them. In other words, after the Investigator Tavern posted a mission to "protect a certain stronghold," the Ghost Tavern across the street would follow suit and