Crimson Moon Mountain.
As the morning sun rose, the early breeze still carried a trace of chill. Yet whether they were players guarding the gate on Crimson Moon Mountain or drifters who had come early to set up stalls, all of them were restless, staring at the steel bridge—the only entrance and exit—with shock and fear in their eyes.
Before the steel bridge stood a dense mass of fully armed apefolk. Most of them were over two-point-three meters tall, clad in A4 Grade Armor or higher and wielding all kinds of A5-class weapons or better. They formed a dark, endless expanse that looked like a sea of steel at a glance, radiating suffocating pressure.
"What the hell is going on? Why did the Great Ape Gang bring so many people?"
"There have to be over a thousand of them! Are they planning to attack Crimson Moon Mountain?"
"I thought the rumor that Obsidian Martial Arts Hall had sent experts to raid the Great Ape Gang's headquarters at night was false. But now that the Great Ape Gang has brought so many people, that news must have been true."
"Even if the Great Ape Gang wants revenge on Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, isn't this too outrageous? What kind of grudge takes an army of over a thousand people? Forget wiping out Crimson Moon Mountain—even destroying other gangs ranked around twentieth place would probably be enough."
"If the Great Ape Gang attacks, what do we do? They won't kill us along with them, will they?"
The drifters gathered at the foot of Crimson Moon Mountain quickly spotted the Great Ape Gang banners raised by the apefolk. For a time, discussions erupted everywhere; some were terrified, while others were anxious.
The drifters who spent their lives in the wilderness were no strangers to