Starting Conflicts, the Means of the Mysterious Lord! Part 1

The bells of Origin Territory rung loudly. Soon, the shops on the streets began to open up gradually.

The sun had just risen.

The two entrances in front and behind Origin Territory were swung open by the guards, indicating that the night curfew was over.

In the doomsday wasteland, there was no such thing as rest.

Everything should be started and completed as soon as possible.

The caravans that stayed in Origin Territory after selling their stolen goods would rush to leave with their belongings and continue their travels. 

The travelers who arrived outside the territory would also quickly enter the territory to find a place to eat, rest and run their errands.

A week had passed after the heavy snowfall came to an end.

Countless caravans that were forced to hide due to the disasters had grown accustomed to continuing their trades in such harsh environments and slowly returned to their regular schedules.