"Fine, three hundred one it is."
"Chopsticks! Anyone want to buy chopsticks for eating?"
"Come on, come on! Mirrors, lipsticks, perfumes, handbags—essentials for women! Ladies, why not buy a handbag?"
"Shoes! Anyone looking to buy shoes?"
"Handsome guy, check out my goods! They smell better than his. Come and take a sniff; they're definitely authentic."
"Pots, bowls, and pans—essentials for the household! Hurry up and pick what you need!"
"Stools! Plastic stools, just ten points!"
...
The various voices of the vendors converged, and if one hadn't paid attention to the spirits of the passersby and their payment methods, Kim Haru might have thought he had entered a flea market from his previous life.
Beside him, Jang Dojang chuckled and sighed, "Pretty lively, right? In the Safe Zone, this is the only place with such an atmosphere. It's like I've returned to normal life, despite this damned apocalypse."
