Two thousand kilometers north of the Eighth Domain, towering, unbroken ranges of snowy mountains stretched as far as the eye could see.
The sunless apocalypse was a world of bitter cold.
But the wind in the Seventh Domain was as cold as a knife, seemingly sharp enough to slice open an ordinary person's skin.
Most of the strange plants found elsewhere had vanished by the time one reached this place.
These towering, snowbound mountains formed the Seventh Domain's outer boundary.
At the very heart of the mountains stood a Safe Zone comparable in size to the Sigma District.
Like an enormous prison frozen inside a glacier, this Safe Zone exuded severity and oppression from the inside out.
Walls of solid metal divided the Safe Zone into three concentric districts, with no direct passage between them.
The outermost was the largest district in this territory, also known as the [Outer District]. Murky industrial exhaust swirled beneath a dome of blast-resistant glass, making it resemble a recently developed heavy industrial zone.
Tens of thousands of commoners at the bottom of society toiled like worker ants at all manner of heavy industrial machinery.
Ordinary people and Sequence Ability Users were treated no differently here; they were merely assigned different forms of strenuous manual labor.
Eighteen hours of grueling labor every day earned them nothing more than a meal barely sufficient to keep them alive.
Here, freezing to death, dying of exhaustion, or being beaten to death by the high-ranking Sequence Ability Users who managed them was like a drop of water falling into a lake. No one would notice.
Beyond the second wall lay the [Middle District], reserved for middle management, troops, and Origin Sequence Ability Users.
In the Seventh Domain, only those who advanced to the Origin Sequence possessed any measure of