Not everyone is willing to risk their lives out there, even in Abyss City, many choose a more mundane lifestyle, like running small businesses and trades.
Their demand for advancement is mostly about the desire for a longer life, some even give up on promoting to avoid the madness of corruption.
There are many who are below level five Transcendents here.
Everyone is a Transcendent, they are just the ordinary people here.
Shawn finished his charcoal-grilled fire lizard and downed his drink in one gulp. They don't serve other beverages here, just water and booze. He was drinking water, but the glass seemed unclean, tainted with an alcohol smell, ruining his good mood instantly.
"How much?"
The nearby Half-Elf owner turned his head, holding up two fingers, "Two Gindele."
