Weary and scrawny, Lylejay meandered along the streets in the harbor district of Stalagmite Island.0

His steps were light as though he was treading on cotton, yet there was nothing he could do about it. He hadn't eaten for three days, and his body was barely holding up by surviving only on water.0

After walking for about half an hour, he finally arrived at a narrow alley by the dockside, a favorite haunt for sailors.0

However, there was no sailor in sight at this time. Instead, only scantily clad women filled both sides of the alley as they lifted the pink curtains in front of their doors and engaged in conversation.0

"Sigh, now that the governor has launched a war, all activities at the docks have stopped. We lost our customers too. If this goes on, I'll be scavenging dead fish by the shore soon," one of the women lamented.0

"Please. At least you had business yesterday. I haven't got a single one in three days," another complained and let out a sigh. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Lylejay. "Look, that blond kid's back."0

The prostitutes collectively shot piercing glares of hostility at Lylejay. After all, there was no need for reason to harbor hatred for a fellow competitor.0

"Kid, save...0