After the large rebel ship docked, the people of Silver City—donning uniform round-neck shirts, brown jackets, wide-leg pants, and dark baseball caps—followed the divine envoy, Daniz, down the vessel, ready to proceed through the harbor and enter the city of Bayam, the City of Generosity. These garments had been prepared in advance. "This attire feels awkward, not quite suited for battle," Liaval remarked, moving his arms and legs as they walked, speaking softly to Elder Darike. Darike nodded gently. "It helps conceal their presence, making them less conspicuous and less likely to draw attention." Darike's assessment was sound—after all, they were newcomers, and only twenty-one in number, so blending in without drawing notice was ideal. Yet he seemed to have overlooked one crucial detail. "But—but they're all watching us," Cantiss said, quickly scanning the group, her voice barely above a whisper. The dockworkers, some dressed plainly, others bare-chested, and the travelers in varied attire, all turned their eyes toward this section. "That's quite tall," remarked a Bayam native with copper-toned skin and slightly wavy hair. Standing only about 160 centimeters, his height was typical for ordinary male citizens in the colonial age, while the people of Silver City—except for Deric, who stood just over two meters—averaged over two meters three, with the tallest exceeding two meters five. These "half-giants" stood out no matter what they wore, whether walking along the dock or among the crowd. "Are they Fasak people?" asked a Roon man in a hat, formal attire, and holding a civilized cane, turning to his companion, "Has the slave trade begun again?" He believed the group from Silver City had been purchased by the Rostad government from the Kingdom of Luon as Falsack war captives, since, in this world, there were few others of such height, and certainly not just a few or two—his only thought was of the Falsack barbarians who claimed descent from giants. His companion shook his head, frowning slightly: "Not quite. Most Falsack people have light blue eyes, and even among the Falsack, those exceeding two meters tall are rare. Unless—unless—these are all noble or high-ranking military captives..." Although not formally codified, in Falsack society—especially within the military—there was a well-established tradition of ranking individuals by height, alongside family background, titles, and ranks. As a result, noble descendants and senior military officers typically stood over two meters tall. This was, in fact, a surface-level phenomenon, rooted more deeply in the exceptional physical traits of these individuals. To rise to the upper echelons of the Fussac army, one must either be from noble stock or have reached at least Sequence 5. Among those following the "Warrior" path—the path of the "Giants"—the influence of the Giant-themed potions has consistently raised their stature to meet the required standard. Those who choose the "Red Priest" path also experience a modest increase in height, though this growth is less pronounced in the early stages and amounts to only a few centimeters; a true demi-god status is required for a significant transformation. For noble descendants, their ancestors have, to some extent, been either Giants or married into Giant families. Regardless of whether they inherited exceptional traits, these genealogical accumulations inevitably result in a normal height exceeding two meters. Among these families, some still retain portions of the original Giant-themed potion recipes, and those with a strong tradition exhibit characteristics similar to those of the Silver City. The royal family, which governs the "Red Priest" path, maintains the height of their descendants primarily through strategic marriages. The people of Silver City, scrutinized by one gaze after another, grew increasingly uneasy—much like they had returned to that cursed land, walking through profound darkness, watched by one monstrous figure after another. Darien, however, remained calm and composed. He glanced around and addressed the members of the scouting team: "They have no ill will." Having confirmed the presence of the Sir of the Inverted Man within the city and knowing that his arrival had been acknowledged, Darien no longer felt isolated or helpless. This did not mean he lacked trust in the messengers appointed by the Sir of the Fool, but rather that he believed daily trivialities should not burden the gods unnecessarily—when possible, he preferred to handle them himself. In this regard, Darien, being less familiar with the outside world, felt less confident. At this moment, a seasoned, wise, thoughtful, and reliable local was undoubtedly the ideal companion. Of course, Deric also knew that the "Hanged Man" would not be making direct contact with him publicly, since he belonged to a different faction—not a follower of the Sea God. Should he show too much enthusiasm in the matter of Silver City, he would surely be suspected. Nevertheless, there would always be a legitimate reason and a suitable opportunity to meet—Deric thought with growing anticipation. As he walked alongside the members of the Silver City scouting party, following Daniz out of the harbor, his view broadened and the scene grew more vibrant. He saw more people than before, and heard a variety of voices. To the residents of Silver City, the scene was even more lively than their most festive occasion—the Harvest Festival: countless figures in garments both distinctive and strangely unusual moved about—some in a hurry, others strolling leisurely, some carrying large fruits and sipping liquid through tubes, others holding what appeared to be a delicious pastry from the ships, occasionally taking a bite. Besides these, the horse-like animals pulling the carts, the metallic objects that chime with a clear, ringing sound and move at great speed, and the various aromatic spices wafting through the streets—all of these transported the people of Silver City as though they had stepped into another world. To them, it truly was another world. Though they felt a bit apprehensive and uncertain, not quite at ease with the scene, each person could clearly sense the vibrant energy pulsing beneath it. It was as if sunlight within their hearts mirrored the bright, blazing sun above. Would this be where we live, fight, and thrive in the future? Dariq, Liavall, Cantiss, and others instinctively thought this, feeling a touch of unease yet fully embracing it. Danzis watched the sturdy, somewhat bewildered figures, enchanted by the bustling splendor of Bayam, and quietly murmured to himself, "This is only Bayam. What if you had to kneel and kiss the ground when you arrived in Trill or Bekland?" The world-renowned pirate restrained his urge to mock, for now he was the messenger of the Lord of the Fool and could not tarnish the divine image. After leading a group of crew members and the people of Silver City to a fairly luxurious inn, Daniz gestured to his crew to check in, then, in his fluent Giant tongue, addressed the guests: "It's nearly dusk—we'll stay here overnight and leave town tomorrow. The site where you've established your city has been arranged. On the other side of the jungle, there's a natural harbor with several roads leading to Bayam—ah, this very city. Subsequently, we will widen the main thoroughfares and build a railway connecting directly to your settlement." Railway… Deric, who had taken a course on Tarot cards during the session, understood its significance and nodded gratefully, once again silently praising the Lord of the Fool. Danicz continued, "We've already leveled the area and reserved space for essential infrastructure such as water and gas pipelines—once you begin constructing your homes, our team will come on-site to assist with those arrangements. Additionally, we've prepared the necessary building materials and temporary shelter tents for you. Thank you, Mr. The Fool—well, there's also support from the Storm Church involved; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to procure so much. They're primarily doing this to earn some extra funds." The Rothstein government had only recently been established, and its connections with the outside world were still not fully established. What they hadn't anticipated was that the Storm Church would proactively step in to assist with the development of Silver City. Water pipelines... gas pipelines... Daryl began to find these terms increasingly difficult to grasp, yet he maintained a thoughtful expression, as though pondering them. Danius, who several times almost said "dog shit" aloud, fell silent and began to introduce the inn: "This is the inn that the Fasak people most frequently stay at when visiting Bayam. The floor height may still feel a bit low for you, but at least it won't make your heads bump." At this point, Danius smiled: "Just take a right at the end of this street, and you'll find the 'Red Theatre'..." He offered the smile that every man understood. Yet the people from Silver City completely failed to grasp what he was saying. Indeed, the Emperor had once said that the oldest profession of humanity is selling one's body—yet they still didn't understand him. Danius gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth and abandoned the topic. Only after his second and third officers had assisted with check-in did he lead the group up to the second floor to assign rooms. After completing this task, he produced a stack of pre-written cards and distributed them to the members of the Silver City exploration team other than Deric: "Each card features local script alongside corresponding Giant language words. Whenever you need a service or food, simply ring the bell here, and a servant will come. Hand the card to them—though they may not understand it at first, they will certainly find someone who can. This is a simple and clear method. The people of Silver City quickly grasped how to use the cards and were quietly excited to finally be able to begin communicating with the locals. Next, Daniz demonstrated how to turn the tap on and off, use the toilet, and light the gas wall lamps, which gave Deric, Liavall, and Cantiss the feeling of having arrived in a realm of the gods. Switches that merely need to be twisted to release water, machines that simply require a press to flush waste without leaving any trace, and lanterns that glow continuously as soon as lit—these were things their ancestors could never have imagined. These very things would now form the foundation of their new lives. Once the people of Silver City had gradually adjusted to life in the inn, and the sky had fully darkened, night began to rule the city. Although Deric and the others had long known that the night outside posed no threat from monsters, they still felt an instinctive fear, so they either emitted their own light or lit gas lamps along the walls. At that moment, they saw gas lamps one after another being lit in homes both near and far along the streets outside the windows, gradually dispelling the darkness in each neighborhood. These varying shades of light—bright or golden—filled the eyes of the people of Silver City, as if the night's Milky Way had gently descended to earth.