At two in the morning, a figure darted swiftly across the skybridge between Creston Tower and Gobo Tower in Storm City.
The narrow skybridge connected the two skyscrapers, like a thin steel cable strung between buildings for a tightrope walker.
And this figure was the tightrope walker.
The black figure moved strangely yet nimbly. Instead of walking inside the skybridge, he ran along its curved glass roof.
Upon reaching the end of the skybridge, he quietly climbed along the building's glass exterior, his fingers gripping the seams between the panels. It looked dangerous, but he made it seem effortless.
He soon reached the edge of the rooftop terrace. This was the apartment of Marquis Casey of Storm City.
The wealthy man had purchased seven entire floors here, opened them up, installed a private elevator, and fitted them with the safest armored doors on the Western Continent. He had turned the top seven floors of the tallest building in the city center into an island exclusively for the enjoyment of the rich.
One floor held all manner of beautiful female slaves imprisoned in separate rooms. Every day, they carefully dressed themselves up to welcome the nobles who would come.
Another entire floor was a private casino. Whenever the games began, the female slaves would temporarily serve as sexy dealers.
Another half-floor housed the virtual world Marquis Casey had built. Wealthy people would bring their strongest slaves here.
After connecting their neurons, the slaves would enter the Superconducting World and fight one another to the death in Multiverse World No. 199. The master of the victorious slave would take all the wagers on the table.
Meanwhile, the wealthy spectators watched from this floor, with professionals recording and broadcasting everything live onto giant screens.
Of course, the noble lords preferred watching real wilderness