Lisa Whitepalace

My first time killing an innocent victim was an unpleasant experience.

It was no different from killing monsters, which both scared me and made me happy.

For a person in a world like this to survive, at least at the top, he must be ruthless.

By the time night fell, I was entering the center of the city.

"Amazing."

My eyes glistened as I walked on Sixth Street, a primary road in the area of the common people.

A squeak came from deep within my body, which seemed to echo in shared joy.

An individual street's name is not as meaningful as where that street was constructed. Tiles were used in the construction of the Sixth Road, which was wide enough for two carriages to cross simultaneously. Each side of the road was lined with huts, clothing stores, weapons stores, nightclubs, food vendors of various kinds, and, of course, the core shop.

As in my previous world, all the stalls were created next to the road in order to attract more customers.