The trade market was bustling with people, as Contractors with various outfits navigated the stalls.
"Don't block the way."
A mecha over four meters tall walked through the crowd, pushing its way due to its massive size. Inside the cockpit sat a bald man.
"Mechanical side trash."
A girl wearing a green wizard hat dodged the mecha, giving the bald guy the finger, her slender middle finger swirling slowly.
"Mystical side wimp, were you taunting me just now?"
The bald man burst into hearty laughter. Although they seemed to be at odds, it was not the case. This was just another day in Reincarnation Paradise. Arguments or arena duels were common, but making enemies was rare, as it's not worth it over a few words. Here, there were no keyboard warriors; becoming enemies meant a fight to death.
"Arena, dare you go?"
