As night fell, the desolate night was alluring, yet a tense atmosphere permeated the city of Titan.
A fire in the cemetery unleashed a group of evil monsters, causing unease among the city's residents.
Of course, this slight unease is the concern of ordinary residents living at the bottom of society, such as fruit shop owners, slave traders, and nouveau riche loan sharks, about the future of the city. But the upper echelons just chuckle, sip a glass of red wine, and fall asleep peacefully with their beautiful slaves in their arms.
According to the divine pronouncements of the Divine Court within Titan City, the appearance of demons foretells a disaster for the city, and the first to be affected will be these lower-level forces.
Therefore, it is perfectly reasonable to donate money to the divine court, receive the blessings of our gods, and ensure peace in this region in order to overcome this disaster.
"Damn it, these guys from the Divine Court have gone too far."
The city management guard stared blankly at a fox-man boy who was holding a Divine Court propaganda leaflet. The boy threw the leaflet on the ground and stomped on it.
One fox-person wouldn't be surprising to them, but what was truly remarkable was the group standing behind the fox-person boy—well, there was a group estimated to be over a hundred…
Skeleton soldiers?
Although skeleton soldiers are the lowest-ranking cannon fodder among the undead, belonging to the Iron tier, and are slow—even a ten-year-old child could easily outrun them—but…
Isn't that too many?
"Ahem, sir, this is the situation."
Xiao Han rubbed his hands together, his face contorted with indignation, revealing his canine teeth: "These thugs are despicable! How dare they rob people on the street where you, sir, are maintaining order? This isn't robbery, it's practically stepping on your face and spitting on you, challenging your authority! How can we tolerate this?"
Upon hearing this, the tall, burly man wearing a black helmet thought for a moment, and after confirming that the other party did not intend to insult him, a hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.
According to the registration information upon entering the city, Xiao Han has a special identity, with a necromancer who is suspected to be in the late stage of the Silver Rank as his subordinate, indicating an extraordinary background.
After all, necromancers are a rare breed among the undead, a special kind of intelligent species. They can communicate with the abyss and summon undead creatures of equal strength to fight, and their series of disgusting auxiliary spells can make opponents question their existence and wonder why such disgusting creatures exist in the world.
Because his master was insulted, the necromancer under his command immediately summoned hundreds of skeleton cannon fodder. According to his informant (the fruit shop owner), he may have also been harassed and has the right to demand compensation for mental distress (the fruit shop owner relayed Xiao Han's words).
"You are right, I won't stop you."
The burly man nodded, touched the tulip badge on his right shoulder, and looked thoughtfully at the little guy who seemed to have blown up the tomb last night.
"I still don't understand why they wanted to provoke you."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Han's lips curled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and sighed, "I also hate my own naivety. I always thought that a thug who lends money at high interest rates full-time wouldn't also rob people on the side. I thought he was doing his job properly, but I never expected that I was so wrong..."
Then, Xiao Han frowned slightly, like a naive child deceived by the dark side of society. He lowered his eyes, his lips moved, and his eyes quickly reddened. And then…
One glistening tear, then two, then three or four…
Next, Xiao Han slowly raised his head at a 45-degree angle, holding back his tears, and took a deep breath. This forced, resilient posture instantly evoked pity from the city management officers.
"I see."
The burly man's lips twitched. Although he knew the other party was acting, he couldn't deny that the other party had intentionally approached him, clearly recognizing the rules set by Titan City and taking him seriously.
The burly man quite admired this fox-person.
The only downside is that what I did last night was absolutely outrageous...
"Then, it would be wonderful if the sir were willing to uphold justice for a weak person like me."
Noticing the burly man's change of heart, Xiao Han was overjoyed.
"Ahem, that Huang Bao guy really needs to be dealt with."
The burly man muttered to himself, then led his guards away.
Befriending a fox-person with a silver-rank expert protecting them would be beneficial to the family.
Moreover, at the behest of their superiors, they also had to eliminate the source of the monsters in the cemetery and carry out their overt mission.
"Farewell, sir!"
Xiao Han waved his hand, watching the group of city management guards disappear into the night. Then, he composed himself, summoned the Obsidian Sword, and slung it over his shoulder. A fierce yet adorable expression appeared on his handsome face.
Through conversations with the fruit shop owner and by personally witnessing scenes within the city, Xiao Han gained an understanding of the Titan City system.
Although it is a city of chaos within order, that is only for the management of the lower classes. For those privileged forces, order is merely a tool to maintain their own interests.
To live within this system, one must follow its underlying rules.
"Let's go, let's find that bastard and get him to pay his debts!"
The next moment, Xiao Han, carrying the Obsidian Sword, led hundreds of skeleton soldiers toward the route he had previously scouted.
"Click, snap, click!"
Along the way, the skeleton soldiers roamed rampantly. Although they moved slowly, they were packed together and carried a ferocious aura that said "keep away the living," scaring away a group of residents who had been awakened in the middle of the night and went out to fight in a fit of rage.
A decaying skeleton, a burning fire of the soul, the void seems to solidify into the shadow of death, a prayer for the coming of death.
Tonight is a night of revelry for the undead! (Officially confirmed!)
Yes, it was also the night Xiao Han earned his first pot of gold.
...
A three-story wooden house, orange candles lit, and gleaming silver shells spread out on the table.
"Eight, nine, ten..."
The tall leopard-man counted the currency with his rudimentary mathematical skills, a greedy smile appearing on his ferocious face.
"Boss, what about my share?"
The second-in-command, a cat-man, rubbed his hands together impatiently, a footprint still visible on his face.
After all, this is a work-related injury. He's using it to make his presence known, to let Huang Bao recognize his efforts, and he'll get a bigger share of the money.
"Oh, this is yours."
Huang Bao glanced at him, pulled a small box from under the tablecloth, handed it to him, and then counted the silver shells again: "Ten, eleven, twelve..."
Once the box was in hand, the cat-man quickly opened it. Inside, there was a small pile of brass coins, each engraved with a pattern of a hawk.
"Why is it a bronze eagle?!"
The cat-man groaned in grievance, but dared not protest.
The continent of Midland has experienced wars, integration, division, and re-integration among various races. Although their cultures and beliefs differ, their monetary systems have undergone tens of thousands of years of refinement and elimination, and are roughly divided into bronze eagles, silver shells, and gold wolves.
One silver shell can be exchanged for eighty bronze eagles, while one golden wolf can be exchanged for one thousand silver shells.
Of course, this is the exchange rate in the Nordic Plain. As for other regions on the continent, the exchange rate may vary slightly due to cultural differences, climate, war, and other reasons.
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