The Black City was perilous, rife with dense gloom and fire toxins, and teeming with half-dead creatures, ferocious beasts, and other abnormalities.
However, the danger mostly lay underground.
The surface was much safer.
Valuing his life, Carl had no plans to explore the underground mines since arriving in Black City. He only muddled through on the surface. Even his transactions with Ayala and the others were conducted above ground.
He hadn't expected…
How did so many monsters pop up?
Leaping onto a rooftop, Carl furrowed his brow, a sense of retreat already forming in his mind.
Throughout his journey, he had encountered far more monsters than ever before: Earth Wolves, worms, and all sorts of half-dead creatures.
The danger had greatly increased!
A gentleman does not stand beneath a collapsing wall. He was here for benefits, not to fight monsters to the death.
"AH!"
