Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Fornol Empress
"Halt!" The guards shouted, failing to recognise Yulna, for her appearance stood out from the rest. Whether it was the appearance, skin colour, hair colour, or attire, Yulna was different from what they were used to seeing. So of course, they were wary of her.
This was especially since there only existed one race of humans in Retura City. There might exist other races of humans elsewhere, but the guards weren't aware of such a thing.
After all, they weren't even literate in the first place, having trained to become a soldier since young and now posted as guards.
"I'm an imperial envoy sent to greet your City Lord." Upon seeing the suspicion directed at her by the guards, Yulna changed her tone, acting like an ambassador, "Bring me to your City Lord if you don't wish to see your heads roll on the ground."
"I'll stay here. You go inform the City Lord about this." One of the guards motioned at the other guard that immediately left to inform the City Lord about her arrival.