Upon receiving his clansman's report, Fate Throat immediately set out.
Fifteen minutes later.
After a brief sensation of weightlessness, Fate Throat landed steadily at the teleportation point in Dream Island's gambling district.
His vision gradually cleared.
A bustling nighttime scene instantly filled his eyes.
He had personally designed all the buildings here, blending the architectural styles of multiple races.
There were alien pavilions of unusual shapes, spiraling Sea Dragon skeleton decorations, and enormous night-blooming flowers in dazzling bloom... Luminous spirit grasses transplanted from sea regions everywhere lined the roads, weaving carpets of light across the ground or climbing pavilion walls to trace lively patterns.
The gambling district teemed with people, with figures of other races wandering everywhere.
With a slight thought, Fate Throat flew toward the central Gambling City building, buoyed by Mental Force.
Carefully designed services were everywhere along the way.
Outside the Gambling City's entrance, a huge open-air stage floated in midair. Charm Race dancers spread wings blazing with fire and performed captivating dances, drawing cheers from the audience below.
On the other side, a group of graceful Merfolk songstresses stood on a stage made of luminous mushrooms. Their heavenly harmonies echoed melodiously, piercing the noisy crowds and lingering above the gambling district.
Beautiful Merfolk Spirit maids in thin gauze dresses also wove through the crowds like fish, carrying trays of mixed drinks. He had paid Spirit Chef players to establish themselves in the Gambling City and make these drinks, which were provided free to guests.
Inside the Gambling City building was a scene of magnificent splendor.
The crowds here were even denser.
Most were merchants who had come to Dream Island for cross-regional trade. After completing their purchases at the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce or selling their local specialties, some would flock to this money pit,