There Is No World For ■■

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The early morning market was bustling with plenty of eyewitnesses—Merchants were moving busily, restaurants prepared for the day’s business, and traders transported their goods...

Seti and Dung Beetle took a roundabout trip through the market, avoiding eye contact with those people before heading to Jang Man’s bar.

Thanks to that, it was closer to morning than dawn by the time the two arrived at the bar.

“You’re late.”

A stranger was standing at the entrance of the bar.

The man had short hair and was wearing a neatly fitted, old-fashioned military uniform, with a pistol strapped to his waist. He looked unmistakably like a soldier.

“Do you even know how late you are? It’s not just an hour; an entire day—one whole day! Do you have no concept of time in your head?”

As if already familiar with Seti, he directed his gaze at her.