Chapter 61: Trying Food At The Canteen
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 61: Trying Food At The Canteen

The overall area of Exile Town, situated in a valley, wasn't huge. Excluding the heavily vegetated area at the foot of the mountains outside the town, it covered roughly 1.5 square kilometers.

Of course, calling it small would be an understatement. It was approximately the size of Malé, the capital of the Maldives.

In this town, there were only several dozen buildings (wooden or brick huts). The "resident population" consisted of three hundred skeletons, a dozen or so zombies, and twenty "advanced NPCs." It was undoubtedly an unusually spacious town.

Furthermore, since the majority of the population—the skeletons—didn't require housing, both buildings and open spaces were largely unused.

Anthony, who had been a tailor in the Kenyan Empire during his youth but abandoned his old profession to become a mercenary upon discovering his talent for combat, had a rugged appearance and a hot-headed temperament. However, when forced to do things, he could indeed be rather meticulous.

He had sold many waist pouches and backpacks and never made a mistake in the accounts. When players returned damaged waist pouches and backpacks at a low price, he could expertly repair the damage and resell them.

Among the former bandits, his specialization had the most impressive achievements.

The threat of being turned into a woman motivated Anthony greatly. Before nightfall, he had already arranged accommodations for the new female workers at the tailor shop and distributed living supplies to them. Following Yang's instructions, he created personal health records for these women, engaging in conversations to inquire about their health conditions. He recorded all the ailments these women had accumulated over the years due to malnutrition and their weaving work.

It was only late into the night when Anthony finally finished the tasks at hand. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, closed the shop door, and wearily dragged his feet to find Big Brother Hal.

Exile Town was no quieter at midnight than in the day. The undead, who didn't disti

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