Qin Siyang left the inspection counter and headed into the Safe Zone.
A large crowd of ordinary people was still gathered there, waiting for a chance to approach a Sequence Ability User.
Since it was the weekend, there were especially many ordinary people gathered there.
Qin Siyang glanced around. The entire clearing was packed with people craning their necks, roughly twice the number of Iron-Helm Rat Fleas he had encountered.
Looking at them, Qin Siyang felt as though he could see his former self.
But now, a nearly insurmountable gulf separated him from these people.
Still, Qin Siyang knew very well that his own efforts had not played much of a part in acquiring everything he had now.
Ultimately, it was all thanks to the Sequence Ability that bird's eye had bestowed on him that day, when he had been made to stand outside in the corridor as punishment.
Fate, fortune, and feng shui, in that order. The ancients had a point.
Qin Siyang sighed inwardly and continued forward.
When these people saw Qin Siyang, they wanted to approach him and pitch their businesses or ideas.
But as Qin Siyang drew closer and they got a clear look at the blood on him, they hesitated and shrank back.
They had heard that some Sequence Ability Users used hunting Gods outside the Safe Zone as an opportunity to kill their teammates.
Qin Siyang was covered in blood and had returned alone, so the others could not help letting their imaginations run wild.
Even if they earned money, they had to stay alive to spend it.
Qin Siyang removed his mask, swept his gaze over the people hesitating to speak, and raised one finger.
Everyone watched him closely, wondering what that finger meant.
"One meal, one room."
Qin Siyang's voice was hoarse,