It didn't take long for all the immigrants to choose their homes. The city was vast, and there were more than enough houses for everyone to take one without running out. The interiors didn't disappoint either.
"There's everything—from a shower, a bathtub, a bed, even a kitchen!""There are things similar to appliances too. They seem to work a bit differently, though.""This is insane. It's better than the studio I lived in back on Earth."
The immigrants, regardless of their group, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. Hearing all the admiration around him, Elliot felt a sense of unease. He had thought he was forming a solid group, but now everyone's attention had shifted from their rights and interests to the comfort of the city.
'At this rate, even if I tell them to leave, not many will follow me,' Elliot thought grimly. Even if a large number did, if they moved to a place worse than this, they'd curse him endlessly. He'd likely be driven out as leader, too.
