Several days later.
Central Square, Steam Island.
A Portal suddenly opened, seawater pouring out as though the other end connected to the sea.
"Ow!"
A red-haired, brown-skinned woman washed out with the seawater, landing on her backside with a cry of pain.
This was none other than Grand Craftsman Banks, whom Yang Yi had recruited not long ago. He had obtained Player status and even dyed his hair a flashy red.
He stood up in annoyance, rubbing the spot that hurt from the fall, displeasure on his face. He soon noticed the gazes around him.
They belonged to Players who happened to be passing by or had just stepped out of Portals. Men and women alike stared wide-eyed, because his figure and looks were exceptionally striking, appealing to both sexes.
He stood an astonishing 1.9 meters tall, yet nothing about him looked out of proportion. His proportions seemed to follow the golden ratio, his legs long without looking out of place.
Add his perfectly proportioned curves, especially his chest, and the tight leather outfit he wore, and it was quite a sight-not to mention his soaking-wet entrance!
His features had a distinctive charm too. Deep brown eyes paired with slightly wild, upward-tilting corners held a fatal attraction.
"So this is Player Island? You really can teleport here through a door..."
Banks murmured to himself, then looked up and was immediately drawn to the One-Eye Cult headquarters to the north.
As a fellow craftsman, he naturally understood how difficult that building must have been to design and construct. It actually unified multiple architectural styles into a harmonious whole, nothing short of a miracle!
Only the sign spoiled the effect a little...
"Robot Grand Market??"
Banks wore an odd expression, feeling that whoever designed the sign must have had a screw loose.