The Dread Knight before Tang San crashed heavily to the ground, the thick iron armor covering his body shattering into pieces. Beneath that cracked armor, his Soul Power dispersed completely, with none of the imposing might he had possessed upon his arrival remaining.
Tang San withdrew his palm. The Newcomer Trial of Slaughter City might have seemed a near-certain death trap to others, but to him, it was laughably childish.
Black mist churned at the city gates. The dense crimson fog parted of its own accord, and a cold, indifferent voice echoed through the streets and alleys.
"Trial passed. Entry permitted."
"Number 9528, your twenty-four hours of Newcomer Protection have begun. Good luck."
The instant that cold voice fell silent, countless vicious criminals lurking in the dark streets and alleys fixed their bloodthirsty eyes on Tang San.
Slaughter City never lacked desperate outlaws, much less scum who specifically targeted newcomers, plundering and gnawing away at their fortune and Soul Power.
In this hell, newcomers were the finest prey!
Ignoring those greedy gazes, Tang San walked unhurriedly into the depths of the black mist.
During the twenty-four-hour protection period, countless criminals in the shadows stirred restlessly, staring at the boy walking alone, their eyes filled with greed.
Tang San walked unhurriedly into the depths of the black mist.
Those twenty-four hours of Newcomer Protection were the only respite this hell called Slaughter City offered its newcomers. Throughout that day, bound by the rules, the criminals here could not attack Tang San first. Anyone who violated this would be punished by Slaughter City's invisible rules and erased outright.
But Tang San did not relax. Taking advantage of this brief peace, he quietly made his way through the dilapidated, desolate streets and alleys.
His calm gaze swept over the figures lurking along both