Warriors was a term I was kind of familiar with. They were races who lost their worlds before the apocalypse, and failed to establish even a single kingdom or empire.
So they were doomed to be a failure, gathered and were presented as goods to be sold at the market.
According to the old man's words he left behind in the beads, the true goal of that time rewinding of the angels was to make us fail in establishing any kingdom.
That was scary! Just failing to establish a single kingdom meant we would be doomed. This was the cruel and real face of the apocalypse. It wasn't about personal survival, but the entire human race.
But that was an issue for tomorrow to be concerned about. For now I had to check over the market and see what good warriors I could get from there.
"Wow!" I waited for a few minutes before all the monster drops I had were sold. "Seven million coins! That's real wealth, hahaha."
