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"Well, it seems like it's the Tofu Dregs Project after all. Some people really deserve to be punished!"
Xiar shook his head and turned away without hesitation.
In the future scene, the Barbarian Army surged from the Moonlight Forest, advancing straight towards Storm Harbor City, surrounding Storm Harbor completely. Even the sea was filled with fierce Sea Beasts.
The terrifying Giant Shark mentioned in legends appeared, capable of easily smashing warships. Not even the newly developed Iron Warship could withstand their razor-sharp teeth; they could chew through steel!
Under such an overwhelming assault, Storm Harbor suffered heavy casualties. They hoped to wait for reinforcements, but countless terrifying Radiation Monsters emerged, preventing any aid from reaching them.
After running out of ammunition and supplies, the Barbarians breached the city and carried out a brutal Massacre over three nights.
In battles between nations, typically one side would surrender, executing a few noble leaders, but ordinary people would not be massacred.
In this world, ordinary people could easily survive as long as they did not provoke the nobles.
However, the Barbarians in the Wogul Wasteland were a group of primitive beasts; they even hunted imperial citizens for food, slaughtering everyone—young and old—to make jerky.
As a result, the Harrison Empire had gone to war with them more than once; it had become a fight for survival between races, with each battle being exceptionally bloody.
Ten years ago, the Storm Legion pursued relentlessly, wiping out one Barbarian tribe after another without leaving any survivors!
Even so, some people attempted to open the city gates and surrender when surrounded… The outcome was predictable; they were all killed on the spot by the Barbarians.
Xiar tightened his hood and flagged down a carriage by the roadside. "Take me to the arena."
"Of course, sir. The arena is in the Trade District; it's a bit far from here. Please make yourself comfortable," the driver said with a broad smile as he urged the horses forward. This man clearly had money to spare and would likely provide extra tips.
The roads in Storm Harbor City were well-maintained and smooth; riding in the carriage felt almost bump-free as buildings slipped past outside the window.
Xiar quietly gazed outside, calculating the Totem Beasts he needed.
With only two or three days left until the disaster, he had to quickly strengthen his power.
The enhancement of Firefly left him feeling helpless; even at the Secondary level, it couldn't possess strong combat capabilities. He could only set it aside for now and focus on using Colorful Puffball to transform Half Totems for a brute-force strategy.
There was no other choice. He also wanted to pursue an elite route, allowing each totem to achieve Ultimate Evolution, making it impossible for anyone to stop him.
Unfortunately, reality was never as simple as he imagined. He estimated that cultivating an Ultimate Form would require at least a hundred Evolution Points, and even then, success was not guaranteed.
What was even more terrifying was that if he did succeed, as a mere First-Level Spirit Master, he wouldn't be able to control a third-tier Legion Level totem.
If the totem broke free from his control, it would become an uncontrollable monster that could take him down as well!
The Ultimate Form was said to be Legion Level, a mythical creature capable of single-handedly destroying an army of tens of thousands. No one could stand in its way.
The likelihood of such a scenario was high, forcing him to remain vigilant...
The Beast Arena.
This was the largest entertainment venue in Storm Harbor, reminiscent of the ancient Roman coliseum. Terrifying beasts were unleashed within its confines for brutal slaughter.
In addition, some formidable warriors entered to battle various ferocious creatures.
Throughout history, the cruel and bloody fights had always ignited people's hormones, allowing countless individuals to vent their frustrations and dissatisfaction.
Many nobles would come to watch, often shouting loudly without regard for decorum. Whenever the most thrilling and dangerous scenes unfolded, the arena, which could accommodate thousands, would erupt in excitement.
Fortunately, with various soundproofing facilities in place, half of Storm Harbor would have been disturbed by such noise.
To the east of the arena lies the largest pet market in Storm Harbor, filled with countless types of pets.
From Lizard Ants to crocodiles, lions, and tigers, even sharks from the sea are for sale—there's nothing you can’t find here!
Carriages rolled along the wide road, flanked by tents on either side, beneath which iron cages held wild beasts.
Various roars echoed intermittently, exciting the passersby.
Xiar stepped down from the carriage, paid the fare, and glanced at the nearby cages.
Inside were various ornamental pets—beautiful cats, squirrels, foxes, and more. They seemed far inferior to Firefly but were still priced at dozens or even hundreds of gold coins, attracting many noble gazes.
Unfortunately, none of these were what he needed. He straightforwardly asked the driver, “Do you know which is the largest pet shop?”
“The largest pet shop?” The driver looked at him with a broad smile, having just received nearly double the fare. “May I ask what you intend to do with the pet? Is it for display or...?”
“Of course it’s for fighting! I need the strongest and most ferocious beasts!” Xiar replied without hesitation.
“Well then, that makes things much easier. All these outside are second-rate; you need to go inside the arena. If you don’t mind, I can take you in. There are fierce beasts specifically for fighting!” The driver paused for a moment before looking at him with a hint of flattery.
“Sir, to be honest, one of my relatives works inside and can get you unclaimed fighting beasts at a low price!”
“Oh, that sounds great. Take me there; you won’t miss out on your reward,” Xiar nodded in agreement.
Whether in his past life or this world, having people around made things easier. With time pressing on him, he didn’t mind spending a little extra to get things done.
There is a saying: anything that can be accomplished with money is not a big deal!
"Alright, just wait a moment. I'll store the carriage and be back in two minutes!" The driver apologized and hurriedly drove away.
Pets used for beast fighting are even more expensive. Just completing one transaction could earn him a commission equivalent to what he would make in one or two months as a driver.
Xiar stood there waiting, feeling somewhat curious as he observed the surrounding pet sales.
This place was nothing like his previous life; there were no animal protection laws here. Any kind of beast could be traded, and the rarer they were, the more sought after they became.
"Sir, are you selling this fox?"
At that moment, someone suddenly asked loudly from beside him.
Xiar frowned slightly as he looked at the person. Judging by the standard-issue armor they wore, it was clear they belonged to some noble's guard.
"Sorry, I raised this one myself; I'm not selling it!"
Before the guard could report back, an extremely arrogant voice came through: "What do you want? In this Storm Harbor, no one dares to refuse me!"
Damn it, why do these spoiled brats always have to act so arrogantly?
Feeling a bit of a headache, Xiar turned around but saw the person stepping off their carriage misstep and suddenly fall down, perfectly landing in a kneeling position before him, leaving everyone utterly dumbfounded!
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