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"I've already crossed into another world, so why am I still being chased by relatives urging me to get married?"
Link muttered to himself as he stepped off the airship, waving away the agents who tried to follow him. He decided to leave the airship dock alone.
In his previous life, he had been pressured to marry from the moment he graduated college until the day he crossed over into this world.
Now, after only a few days of peace in this new world, his adoptive mother was already urging him to marry—and not just one woman, but several, preferably one from each region!
He wasn't some kind of stud horse. What would he do with so many wives?
Besides, if he really did end up with that many, what would they do when they all got together?
Play mahjong?
While he served them tea and water?
What kind of joke was that!
When would men ever have true authority in the household?
Shaking his head, the young man pushed these distracting thoughts aside and focused on the present.
Since arriving in Bilgewater yesterday, he hadn't had the chance to properly explore the city.
While waiting for the gangs to take the bait, he might as well take a good look around.
He had given those gang members a night to prepare. They should have something interesting in store for him.
Bilgewater, an island city surrounded by the sea, had ocean winds weaving through its streets and alleys.
However, unlike the cool, dry sea breeze of Piltover, the air here was hot and humid.
A single gust against the skin would leave a sticky layer of sweat.
The air was also thick with a lingering fishy stench.
The closer one got to the harbor, the stronger the smell became.
This stench came from the Slaughter Docks and the Bone Coast, where sea creatures were butchered. Every day, sea beasts were dismembered, and not a single scrap was wasted—everything was sold for gold.
Aside from the hunters, no one in their right mind would go near the Slaughter Docks. The place was filthy and reeked of decay, with the wooden planks of the docks stained with blood so thick it couldn't be washed away.
The docks were also infested with giant rats, amphibious creatures with sharp teeth. These greedy beasts would even follow lone pedestrians, waiting for any scrap of flesh that might fall into their mouths.
The deeper Link ventured into Bilgewater, the more he experienced the city's unique culture.
The rugged, bold architecture on both sides of the cliffs made him whistle in admiration.
The steep, barren cliffs were lined with houses built from stone, wood, and the massive bones of sea creatures, crammed together like a honeycomb.
The most breathtaking sight was the towering, precarious buildings and layered towers at the cliff's peak, constantly "growing" the height of the cliffs. These structures leaned at terrifying angles, looking as if a strong gust of wind could send them crashing down.
Bilgewater fully embodied the philosophy of "if there's not enough land, build upward" with its bold architectural style.
Link noticed the sea serpent carvings on the cliffs, one of the few remnants left behind by an ancient civilization. Every settlement in the city was built upon the ruins of this old world.
Within the city, there were few roads connecting the houses. Instead, there were countless rope bridges, cableways, and interlocking staircases.
In the distance was the Butcher's Bridge, connecting the upper and lower districts of Bilgewater.
The upper district was a prosperous paradise where money could buy anything.
The lower district was a notorious slum, with winding underground rivers that formed a labyrinthine network.
The boundary between the slum and the sea was almost nonexistent. Stepping outside often meant stepping into waterways, where shark fins could occasionally be seen breaking the surface before disappearing again.
It was somewhat reminiscent of Piltover and Zaun, but ultimately, it was different.
The laws here were far more brutal, raw, and primal than in the Twin Cities.
As Link entered the bustling market district, the scene before him shifted once more.
People of various races from different regions coexisted here, and the narrow streets were packed with pedestrians.
Spices from Shurima, silk and fruits from Ionia, armor and swords from Demacia, and gunpowder and axes from Noxus could all be found on the streets.
As for whether they were genuine or not, that was hard to say.
As he walked, Link noticed many shops had people weaving a peculiar plant, seemingly preparing for something.
Approaching one of the weavers, Link asked softly, "Excuse me, may I ask what you're doing?"
The person glanced at Link but continued working without a word.
Ding!
A gold coin flew from Link's fingertips, glinting in the sunlight as it arced through the air.
The weaver caught it with lightning speed, bit it to check its authenticity, and then muttered, "If only it were a gold serpent. Piltover coins are hollow in the middle. Damn Pilties!"
"What are you making?"
"Queen's Grass weavings."
"Queen's Grass?" Link blinked.
"Queen's Grass weavings and whale oil night candles can give us some protection during the Harrowing," the shopkeeper explained with a grunt.
"I see." Link nodded. This was a unique cultural practice born from the Harrowing. He wondered how long it had been around.
"Outlander, you've come at a bad time. Find a high place to stay as soon as you can."
After offering this final piece of advice, the shopkeeper returned to his work. Link shrugged.
"Thanks for the advice! Also, your craftsmanship is impressive."
After complimenting the weaver, Link turned and walked away. Meanwhile, a group of idle thugs on the street exchanged glances and slowly began to follow him.
The shopkeeper, still weaving Queen's Grass, glanced at Link's retreating figure, touched the gold coin in his pocket, and muttered, "Naive kid, flaunting wealth so openly. You're just asking to be robbed by rats or razor eels."
Link, seemingly unaware that he was being followed, strolled through the streets with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, occasionally stopping to buy local handicrafts.
A vibrant dress adorned with scales, a necklace made of beast teeth, a conch horn that emitted a low hum when blown, and even a statue of the Serpent Mother.
These were souvenirs for his friends back in Piltover and Zaun.
After spending a small fortune on gold coins, Link eventually found himself in the harbor district. Standing on the docks, he watched the fins of frenzied sharks darting through the water.
"This is a good spot. Convenient for killing, disposing of bodies, and testing weapons."
As he spoke, Link slowly turned around. A dozen thugs armed with various weapons were approaching him, their faces twisted into cruel grins.
Their weapons ranged from fish-gutting knives and rusted cleavers to half-wrapped harpoons and sharp hooks welded onto iron rods. The best among them was a broken flintlock pistol.
At that moment, Link gained a new understanding of Bilgewater.
If he sold weapons and ammunition here, he could make a fortune!
But—
The young man frowned, looking around. Were the gang leaders in this city looking down on him?
Was this all they could muster?
He had given them an entire night to prepare!
If this was all they had, it was a waste of his efforts.
Or perhaps...
Link narrowed his eyes as the thugs slowly closed in on him.
"Pretty boy, you've got quite a bit of money on you!"
"We haven't made any money today. How about you share some with us, huh?"
"Hand over your money and clothes, and we'll make it quick for you!"
...
As the thugs hurled vulgar insults, Link pulled out his Hextech revolver from his coat and fired without even looking.
In the next second,
a storm of bullets rained down on the crowd of thugs.
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