Second Volume.
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A few months later.
First Floor, the Starting City.
The large clock at the clocktower struck noon, and with that, obnoxiously loud fireworks exploded in the sky.
Parades with blasting horns moved about in the nice and clean cobblestone streets while the crowd was gathered around.
Decorations hung from every street lamp—the Race— was written in all of them with the symbol of the Twelve Elder Council.
"Look, Mom!"
A little girl excitedly looked at the parade in the balcony, and her mother, with a gentle smile, touched her little head.
They were all locals. And this was very new to them. They had never seen parades like this done before.
It was, after all, the creation of the otherworlders, and they were showing a little taste of their own world.
With the gates of the First Floor being open for every player—it doesn't matter what level one is or how far they've gotten—there were many strong players roaming the streets.
