As time slowly passed, Tyberos gradually grew accustomed to the rising and falling discussions around him. He began listening carefully to those voices and noticed many unusual things within them.
This was a world under the rule of the Lord of the Stars, and the attitudes of its ordinary citizens toward Space Marines were utterly different from those of the people living under the Imperium.
Within the Imperium's territories, people often held a deep fear of Space Marines, a terror that seemed to seep into every person's very bones.
Although ordinary citizens of the Imperium also wished to become mighty Astartes Space Marines, more often than not, they feared the very existence of Space Marines. After all, wherever Space Marines appeared, it only meant that the planet was about to be destroyed.
Here, however, the situation was vastly different. The people did not fear Space Marines. On the contrary, what they showed was admiration and envy, reverence and longing for the tremendous strength and fearless courage possessed by Space Marines.
Many even dreamed of becoming Space Marines themselves, yearning for the day they could personally join that revered group.
Such a spirit could clearly not be feigned so easily. It required the tempering of long years and the continuous broadening of one's horizons and experience to forge such steadfast confidence.
Everyone followed closely behind Nack, weaving constantly through one bustling, crowded street after another.
Whenever Tyberos and the others came across something that caught their fancy, they would not hesitate to take out Star Coins and buy it, carefully preserving it as a precious collectible.
Before they knew it, they had entered a street dedicated to selling grav-bikes, and everyone's steps involuntarily came to a halt.
At that moment, as though drawn by an invisible force, everyone's gazes converged on