After satisfying its hunger, the tiger grew lethargic and fell asleep. The steward then appeared and stabbed the tiger to death. From its belly, he extracted five kittens and took them into a room. Strangely, as soon as the kittens entered, they transformed into five wealthy men.

What had just happened unexpectedly became the beginning of a cycle.

Adrian found himself deeply agreeing with this tale. The world, he realized, was dominated by a privileged few, while others either fought fiercely like tigers for survival or bowed obediently like dogs. Was it fair? Perhaps not, but it seemed acceptance was the only option.

Adrian harbored no sympathy. In an age where poverty was mocked but not prostitution, greed and materialism prevailed among both the elite and common folk alike.

Setting aside his contemplations, Adrian focused on organizing the Exile Realm. Labeling it a repository of hidden depravity seemed fitting, but he shrugged off any concern. The disappearance of these crimina