Rebel Protagonist?

Within the sealed space, the greedy crowd was actually slaughtering one another over sorcerer artifacts they could not use for the time being.

In truth, every sorcerer artifact within the sealed space was protected by a personal seal. Before a professional wizard cracked it, no one else could use those artifacts—just like the Spyshadow Starfall Green had once obtained by accident from the Bottle-Mouth World. This, too, was part of Devil Ancestor's Finger's design.

The bodies of those exiles killed while fighting over sorcerer artifacts became the first bloody food to revive Devil Ancestor's Finger.

More often than not, people did not die to enemies too powerful for them, but to their own greed.

Now, everyone who had trespassed into this sealed space would pay the price for their greed—a price that brought despair.

The Ghost Bear Demon watched Green with a cold sneer, as if mocking his ignorance.

Nearby, the Ironblood War Wolf was applying crude, primitive herbal medicine made from plant leaves to the wound on his left shoulder. The two had clearly fought some powerful exiles earlier.

"Hmph, you simply do not understand the Golden Pig King's power. Fallen? No one here is its match. Even the Three Souls of the Evil Dragons together would not be enough!"

The Ghost Bear Demon rose to his feet and walked toward Green step by step. "I do not know what your purpose is, but if you do not leave immediately, then do not leave at all."

Neither the Ghost Bear Demon nor the Ironblood War Wolf believed Green's "alarmist nonsense."

A powerful, oppressive aura crashed toward him. Green gritted his teeth, yet had no way to make them believe him at once. His status among the exiles was not high; in the eyes of the Ghost Bear Demon and