Ming turned around and examined the square-shaped hill he was standing on. The entire hill was in the shape of a frustum, narrow on top and wide at the bottom.
He estimated the area of the hilltop to be about the size of four basketball courts. The terrain at the top was quite flat because he was standing on a plaza.
The ground was filled with broken bricks and stones, nothing else.
"This place is pretty good~"
Ming looked around. The nearest hill was at least ten blocks away. Further afield, there were various pyramidal hills of different heights interspersed around.
In terms of height and area, they were visibly larger than his hill, with all kinds of crooked buildings piled on top.
Looking back at his own hill, it was smaller and cleaner. A gust of wind could sweep it clean without any effort.
