Michael was still in the outer city.
Though he had only spent a short time in the inner city, he found himself more comfortable with the outer district's lively atmosphere.
Perhaps it was the energy—the constant movement and noise—that reminded him of his original world.
Of course, that wasn't to say he disliked the inner city.
Its peaceful environment and aesthetically pleasing surroundings were just as appealing in their own way.
In the end, he didn't have a strong preference.
He could live in either place without issue.
The differences in his feelings toward both areas were minor enough to ignore.
In the wooden tub he lay in, Michael thought back to everything that had happened during the day.
"Killing humans isn't so rewarding if you take away acquiring their corpses," he muttered to himself.
The experience points he had gained from the bandits were underwhelming.
