Southwest Market was the liveliest place in the southwest.
Almost all the southwest's surviving population had gathered around it, spreading outward from this hub and banding together to survive.
Of course, they also wanted to be closer to the God of Light. Not only could his team protect them, but when danger struck, they could also ask the "God of Light" to save them.
As a result, in stark contrast to the desolation outside, Southwest Market bustled with life. Countless buildings clustered around the castle, and there were even shops in business.
Before the convoy arrived, spectators had already packed the market gates.
Li Xin and Jiang Yu poked their heads out, looking curiously toward the market, both pairs of eyes wide.
Jiang Yu said, "There really are still shops?"
Li Xin asked, "What do they sell?"
Li Wanyun also glanced up, then withdrew her gaze and said flatly, "This looks like the second year of Doomsday in my previous life. Of course there are shops, but they're different from the ones before the Apocalypse."
Thinking of her previous life weighed on her spirits.
Long Tianyu added, "They really are different. Doomsday shops only sell water, food sold by people with plant-type superpowers, or weapons made by metal-type ability users. The rest are bounty shops where you pay for someone's life or buy information, that sort of thing."
Wu Buyu drew a breath, his face full of fascination. "Are there requirements for opening a shop? Surely not just anyone can do it?"
Miao Yuan replied, "Of course. If you're not strong enough, your shop will get robbed even if you open one. This is Doomsday. There's hardly any order. If you get robbed, it means you weren't capable enough. There's nowhere to seek justice."
He shook his head and sighed.