An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

In the inn, Dustin changed into clean clothes and sneezed. “I wonder who’s talking about me,” he mumbled, rubbing his nose.

Then, he left the room and headed to the dining hall. The dining area, originally a school cafeteria, was quite spacious. It covered around 600 to 700 square feet and easily fit over a hundred people.

“Over here.”

Grace waved at him as he walked in. He made his way over, noticing a table adorned with more than a dozen mouth -watering dishes.

“Our chef whipped up these dishes, so feel free to dig. They’re not just tasty but also safe,” she assured.

a seat before diving into the food without a

to be careful when you’re out and about, especially in the outskirts of the Deadlands. You never know what kind of dangers lurk around, and a single misstep could be

in green, wielding swords, barged into the inn. They exuded a powerful presence and had sharp gazes. It seemed they

his 30s was at the forefront. He

around. How can we even eat here?” a girl in

just have to make the best of it,” the man with the sharply curved nose,

we’re already here, let’s just grab a bite. I’m

said,

with a bright smile, signaling the chef to whip

bite, she promptly spat it out. “Ugh! What’s this? Why does