Without any more dilly-dallying, Seifer left the castle and walked out onto the city streets. Like most cities in the Aurum region, the architecture in Nox City feautured elaborate roof lines, towers and turrets.

The roads were made of a beautiful cobblestone and there were lots of trees and colorful flower beds.

Looking at this scenery, one might not realize the sinister truth of the Nox city.

Within these walls, there were none who allowed Karma to bind them. Just by walking around for a few minutes, Seifer had spotted dozens of things that would have you executed if you revealed them to the Light Order.

The Hand of Justice had created the concept of Dark and Light Orders to further the hatred towards those who tried to escape Karma. Those who believed in following the will of Karma were considered to be of the Light Order and the opposite types of people were considered to be of the Dark Order.

There were also the neutrals but most neutrals were just Dark Transcendents, after all you couldn’t openly call yourself a Dark Transcendent without having hordes of “heroes” come after you.

A while later, he had reached a building with a bronze dome on top and walls of pure white marble. This was the portal building, the one that could take you all the way to Ceres.

The queue was unusually short and soon, Seifer had paid the fee of two credits and was allowed to approach the large podium made entirely of draconian steel.

With a loud pop, Seifer appeared in a drab basement with just a set of stairs in sight. He quickly walked up the stairs, right into a cozy pub.

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The Sinister Snake, the pub built right over the portal to Nox City. It really didn’t seem sinister at all with the warm orange lights and wooden floors ceilings.

A strong wave of Nostalgia hit Seifer as he remembered the time his grandfather had brought him here for his fourteenth birthday and how his aunt had burst through the door being dramatic about them leaving her out.

Seifer decided he may as well have a quick glass of whiskey for old time’s sake. The old bartender smiled cheerily when he handed him his drink. He didn’t waste too much time, leaving the pub twenty minutes later.

Ceres looked almost exactly like the Nox City did, further highlighting the Dark influence on it. Seifer walked for a minute before he spotted a black carriage and signaled for it.

The inside of the carriage was quite comfortable with the ample space and red leather seats and yet, he let out a heavy sigh.

Seifer was not looking forward to riding carriages again, the stygian horses that pulled it may be rather fast but it was still nowhere near as quick as he once was.

It was obviously not allowed to just run around with incredible speed. Second Step Transcendents could fly but only Third Step Transcendents or those even stronger were allowed to fly over Ceres so he would be stuck with carriages for a while.

An hour later, Seifer was dropped off at his destination. The massive white building had crowds of people around it, constantly leaving and entering. That was to be expected, the Potions Guild was one of the most important locations in Ceres.

Few professions were more respected in the Transcendent world than Potions making. Being a great potioneer could allow you to acquire vast wealth and useful connections, it was a very beneficial position to be in.

Unfortunately, First step Transcendents rarely became potioneers as they couldn’t control their ether but thanks to his experience, Seifer was still good enough of a potioneer to join the Guild.

All he had to do was join the Guild and start brewing potions until he earned enough credits to purchase the resources needed to grow strong enough to perform well in the tournament and perhaps even win it.

It truly was boring when compared to the elaborate plans and cunning schemes of his last life. But there was a time for risky plans and being so weak that most Transcendents could kill you with a single slap was not that time.