Chapter 99
People scattered in all directions, panicked and terrified of getting caught in the chaos. Clayton didn’t stand still either—he immediately looked for a safe place to hide.
Meanwhile, a city guard in full armor was severely injured by the sudden attack. Another guard, witnessing the incident, grew furious and shot a sharp glare at the attacker.
"What’s the meaning of this?! Are you trying to defy the city’s authority?"
The man sneered arrogantly, clearly looking down on the guards.
"Heh! City officials are always so high and mighty! How dare they shut down the dungeon—the only source of income we have! What, does the government want us to starve? So we’re easier to control?!"
The people around him looked visibly conflicted. As members of the lower class, they often felt mistreated—used and discarded by the system.
After all, anyone with a bit of common sense could see the injustice: grain prices dropped drastically during harvest, while seed prices surged during planting season. And those were just a few examples.
The city government clearly knew what was going on. That’s why some bystanders silently sympathized with the agitator.
But the wounded guard was now on the brink of death, and that only enraged the others.
"If that’s how you feel, why didn’t you try to talk it out?! Do you realize your reckless actions could have killed a city officer?! Aren’t you afraid of the consequences?!"
The agitator scoffed again, showing no fear whatsoever. That was the last straw for the guards.