In the blink of an eye, the year was drawing to a close.
Infinite City had not celebrated the Spring Festival before. After all, most of its original residents had come from the World Hole.
But as more and more players arrived from all heavens and myriad realms, all sorts of festivals gradually appeared. Different races had different festivals, and even members of the same race celebrated different festivals depending on their worlds of origin.
So Infinite City held a large-scale vote, selecting a number of festivals to celebrate as citywide holidays.
The Spring Festival was one of them, though it went by completely different names in different worlds.
Winter Passing Festival, Year-Growth Festival, Spring Arrival Festival, Flower Awakening Festival-the names went on and on. Almost every race had its own name for it, but there was no question that the Spring Festival was a holiday worth celebrating in Infinite City.
As the holiday approached, Infinite City began putting up decorations, and the festive spirit shone through in many places. Players who had been out fighting monsters returned to the city one after another for a rare family reunion. The streets grew busier, many shops extended their hours, and a joyful atmosphere filled every corner.
Mateo bit the meat off a duck leg in one mouthful, chewed briefly, swallowed, then let out a long belch.
For some unknown reason, duck meat had recently plummeted in price. Mason, the orphanage cook who loved a cheap bargain, had bought a huge batch of frozen ducks. As a result, the growing children each received six duck legs a day, and generous amounts of duck meat went into all sorts of dishes.
The other children were already getting a little sick of it, but Mateo thought it was pretty good. His friends often quietly