The sentence, "Luama is magical tourist city," which I had written without much thought in my original story concept, seemed to have subtly woven itself into the fabric of this world, causing this type of vibrant, bustling, and treasure-filled plot to unfold. It was a fascinating glimpse into the power of even simple words in shaping narrative.
I continued walking and before I noticed it, I was at the entrance to Luama Island. There were many people already waiting nearby. I would have to go to East Denbeyan if I wanted to hunt in a quiet place, but that place was far too dangerous for the current me.
"E-Excuse me, miss? Can I borrow a short amount of your time?" Just when I was about to step through the entrance to the island, someone behind me initiated a conversation, their voice hesitant and slightly nervous.
