Sam walked through the upper districts of the [Forsaken Kingdom], where the air itself felt heavier with wealth and power.
The streets here were wider, cleaner, and quieter, the kind of place where only those who had already proven themselves could afford to live.
Each mansion he passed was marked by faint blue runes on their gates, identifying the owners as individuals who had cleared at least the [Fourth Mission].
These were the strongest of the strong, the ones who had survived long enough to reach luxury.
And yet, not a single one of them could compare to him.
Sam had surpassed them all.
But at least now, he wouldn't stand out.
He could live quietly, away from curious eyes or desperate challengers trying to prove something.
He kept walking, ignoring the stares of a few who recognized him as one of the newer high-rankers.
He wasn't here to socialize.
He wanted peace, and for that, he needed a place far from everyone else.
