Several hundred kilometers from the ruins of Demon City, a Floating Island Market cobbled together from various oil tankers, large ships, and drilling platforms drifted on the sea.
Tens of thousands of people lived on this Floating Island Market, which could be called the largest of its kind for hundreds of miles around.
The aftershocks of a recent tsunami had battered the Floating Island Market, but fortunately, its inhabitants had weighed anchor in time, avoiding major losses.
Now, the entire Floating Island Market had returned to its usual bustling state, with fishing, hunting, and trade all underway.
Just then, on the drilling platform that served as the heart of the Floating Island Market, a solar-powered broadcast system that had been silent for who knows how long suddenly emitted a burst of static. A moment later, a gentle female voice came through:
