Chapter 293: CCXCIII. Dragon Fights Tiger
"This is Heavenly Port? It’s not as scary as they say; I think it’s pretty orderly, way better than those wild harbors."
"It must be because of Doringger’s management, put simply, it’s a hub for hot goods, not so terrifying."
"Damn, you must’ve forgotten the Shipwreck Bay we just saw, huh? Hundreds of ships stacked on top of each other, all of them with their signs brightly lit, not looking for trouble but not afraid of it either."
"I heard this place is crawling with prostitutes; not sure if it’s true or not, but I’ve got to see for myself today."
Heavenly Port is an essential stop on Iron Soul Island, but you can also take a long detour, which requires buying a huge amount of supplies in one go and adds a considerable amount of travel time. Besides, if you try to make money without Boss’s approval, you’re asking to be killed.
It’s become an incredibly important transit port.
Ships from other regions have started to transport passengers at high prices. These ship owners are among those who’ve already profited from the New Continent, and they don’t have to take any risks. From other places to Heavenly Port, it’s not to the New Continent; no need for Doringger’s approval. Even according to the rules here, no matter how long you stay, docking is free.
Depending on the distance, the relatively far journey from Beima Duchy’s East Shore directly to Heavenly Port could cost a ticket price fluctuating between thirty to forty silver coins per person.
The exorbitant price of the tickets can be called profiteering, but still, it was crowded; people not afraid to die flocked here like crazy, fearing they’d miss out on the first bucket of gold.
The reason these people aren’t afraid to die is that if the New Continent had been discovered elsewhere, it would have been a universal celebration. Too bad it’s in the ominous East Sea; why would decent people come here? Let alone a New Continent, even if there was a door to the anime world, they wouldn’t come.
Society’s idle misfits with nothing better to do are all heading this way, including the lowest members from the adventurer’s guild—good at nothing but consuming everything, dreaming of making a fortune, having nothing to lose, they might as well be asleep if dead.