Chapter 77.1: Tricycle Expedition Sets Off Again
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 77.1: Tricycle Expedition Sets Off Again

There was a sudden stir in Exile Town on this night.

Hearing the activity outside, Mia cast aside her covers and slid off the bed. She approached the window and peered out into the night.

There weren't any streetlights in Exile Town, and with the glow of the moon, Mia could only make out vague, elongated silhouettes darting across the streets.

"Is it those undead gentlemen, Mia?" Martina, her roommate who couldn't see a thing, propped herself up in bed but didn't rise.

"Yes," Mia replied, leaning forward with her hands clutching the windowsill, squinting as she tried to discern details. "They seem to be cheering about something with great delight."

"That's wonderful." Martina chuckled, resting a hand over her chest. "It's good to hear their voices again."

"It certainly is." Another woman, with vision as poor as Martina's, sat up from her bed too. "Not hearing the sounds they make for several nights in a row was truly unsettling."

While the former thieves loathed the clamor of players, the common folk women from Camore were very much the contrary.

In the Duchy of Shiga's eastern provinces, Taranthan epitomized the fear of the unknown, enigmatic demons, and alluring devils—folktales born of the wastelands that stood adjacent to the eastern populace for more than a thousand years.

Not to mention the terrifying monsters these women had witnessed firsthand being slain by the undead as they traveled along the tricycle caravan to Exile Town…

Although they knew Exile Town was safer than Camore Weaver District they used to live—where drunks hurled bricks at their houses for laughs, or mysterious men pounded on their doors in the dead of night—if they didn't hear the raucous noise made by the undead that protected them before falling asleep at night, a sense of unease would linger.

Mia felt her way back to her bed and sat down, listening to the renewed chatter of her roommates becoming more spirited. In the dark, a serene smile graced her lips.

She understood the unease of Martina and the others—she felt it too.

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