Ember Dragon Novel Chapter 571: Avenderdan

Chapter 571: Chapter 571: Avenderdan

Chapter 571: Avenderdan

Victoria Port, Lower District, Wilson Block.

The streets were bustling with people—fishmongers, devotees of the Sea Queen, shirtless dockworkers, and even clusters of gang mbers.

Among them, the players—referred to as the "Undying" by the locals—actually blended in quite naturally.

"Starting in Victoria is hell. We can’t enter the Upper District, and the Lower District is a chaotic ss full of mixed factions."

"If I’d known, I would’ve picked the Ember Empire. They went straight into a demon war, and so people are already level six."

"Tell

about it. I completed a mission perfectly, and a gang still silenced . They even tied my corpse to rocks and tossed

into the sea. Ruthless."

"Classic backstabbing. That’s why they call Erezaghe a ’Sin City.’ That’s the thrill, right?"

"Haha, my buddy’s already a bishop in so underground cult. If I can’t make it here, I’ll just join him."

"He’s the founder of that ’Undying God Cult’? The one who says all his followers can beco Undying?"

"Damn, people actually believe that crap?"

The players chatted as they walked toward the lone towering structure that clashed with the rundown buildings around it—their destination: the Tower by the Coast.

"Out of all the factions in Victoria Port, the Tower by the Coast gives the best rewards."

"Yeah, and everyone says that mysterious NPC is no ordinary guy. Supposedly, he took down both the Black Hand Gang and the Blood Sea Cult."

"Gotta seize the chance to earn so favor. Maybe we’ll get to join the Tower by the Coast."

Outside the Tower, players crowded around, chatting noisily, yet still making way for the central path as the servants inside instructed. They waited outside to turn in quests.

A servant opened the door and said, "Next."

"! I was here first!"

A tall, burly player pushed through the crowd and rushed inside.

Facing the mysterious NPC in gray robes and a half-smiling face, the player bowed at a perfect 90° angle:

"Honored Hermit, we’ve uncovered so clues about the Cult of the Overgod. Please, have a look!"

He pulled a stinking, damp package from his inventory and offered it with both hands.

Inside was the rotting, maggot-infested head of the missing tavern owner—Joel Nason. It had been soaked in seawater for days.

The player treated it like a treasure, even decapitating the corpse to present it as a token to the Hermit.

"Truly a player..."

Cassius, playing the Hermit, sighed inwardly but accepted the head without changing expression.

"Very well, Undying. You completed my task. A reward is due."

"Clink."

The Hermit waved casually, and a few gold coins appeared on the wooden table before the player.

Seeing the glinting coins and the screen notifications—"Favorability

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