After parting ways with the ladies, Cain and his two other comrades entered the fourth floor. The escalator that carried his body up gave a slight sensation of weightlessness until he was presented with a view of an area full of restaurants.
He saw a restaurant with a wide exterior, even larger than those of others. Beside it were several small shops such as cafes, and places that sold small condiments made from processed flour.
Real food was rarely seen, especially for the lower class. The only food people could afford was processed flour, which could be easily mass-produced, and jelly, which was also produced in factories in the West.
As for the details, the boy didn't know much about it. His friends either.
Cain looked around, wrinkled his eyebrows, and turned to his other comrades.
"We're going to the biggest shop, right?."
