Daybreak arrived. After running all night, Andrew spotted a decent-sized town ahead. There was a faint trace of exhaustion on his face, but his mood remained good. Even with his dramatically increased strength, non-stop travel through the night would wear anyone down.

In the Outlands wasteland, no one was truly in charge. Over time, drifters, fugitives, and all kinds of people ended up settling and multiplying here.

Towns like the one in front of Andrew were everywhere across the Outlands.

Places like this did not care about laws. The only order came from a few ruthless figures in town, and whatever weapons they held. And in a territory that no one governed, the only real currency was money.

Of course, higher-tier goods also worked, such as elixirs that benefited all martial artists, firearms, and women.

Andrew restocked his water supply in the small town, enjoyed a hearty meal, and set off again.

A stranger showing up usually drew unwanted attention, and several armed men in tow