My Players' Second Playthrough

The sun is about to set.

Logically, without the warm sunshine, the tree people will sleep until dawn.

But for the tree man Gerald, his day's work has just begun.

Leaving the gang's sunbathing area, putting on a large suit specially customized for tree people, the tree man Gerald put on sunglasses and got into his small broken car.

6 o'clock in the evening is the time of traffic jam.

The tree man Gerald put the branches on the car window, looking at the long queue of cars in front, but he was not in a hurry, and took care of his branches leisurely.

He didn't go to work until 8 o'clock in the evening, so there was still plenty of time.

A floating car flew across the sky, and the blue trails of the floating magic drew blue lines in the air.

The tree man Gerald was not envious.

Although it was not as congested as on the ground, the floating car was also strictly limited in speed during peak hours.

In the end, it was not as convenient as the portal.

Ever since he went to the God's Domain and served the mother tree for a day, the treeman Gerald could not forget the way the aliens traveled.

In order to shorten the time on the road, those aliens were crazy and did not care about the three words "cost-effectiveness".

Expensive magic cables were laid out as soon as they were laid, and the portals that consumed magic crystals were always open. Each person had a set of exoskeleton mechas for traveling, and even placed teleportation nodes in the wild.

It is said that the daily consumption of magic crystals there is an astronomical figure.

In order to cater to the needs of the aliens, several super-large companies have announced that they have begun to study the technology of "artificial magic crystals".

It would be great if it could succeed.

At that time, you don't have to drive to work, you can get there in a few seconds by taking the portal.

At 7:30, the treeman Gerald parked the car and walked into the "Desert Inn" bar.

This old-fashioned tavern is the property of the "Godref Gang". As a member of the gang, its job is to watch the place here.

After touching the branches with the tree man who was taking over, the tree man Gerald walked to the center of the bar, took root in the soil of the small green belt, closed his eyes, and turned into a "green plant" in the pub.

On the surface, it was dormant, but the submachine gun hidden in the suit jacket was not even on the safety.

If an accident happened, it could empty the magazine in a few seconds.

In the past, there were constant conflicts between the gangs, and there were many gunfights for the sake of grabbing territory.

Even this unprofitable bar has a few gunshots every year.

But now, the "Godref Gang" that has embraced the thighs of the aliens has rarely encountered trouble.

All the gangs that sell drugs and meat have been cleaned up by the aliens, and even the big figures behind them have not been spared. Many famous gangs have been removed overnight.

It is said that those aliens cleaned up the gangs not to grab the gangs' territory, nor for the so-called sense of justice.

They just came to kill people.

As a member of the Godref Gang, Gerald the Treeman knew.

The rumors were true.

In any case, Iron Wall City is peaceful now. Those aliens may have bad intentions, but the new order they accidentally created is indeed ten thousand times better than before.

In the soothing jazz music, the regular customers of the tavern also arrived one by one.

Rabbit people, bee people, orcs...

The customers who come here are all "weak races" who huddle together for warmth.

Their population is small, and they are not the widely discriminated beastmen, but they can be seen at a glance that they are very different from "humans".

They are not like "dragon people", who are born extraordinary races. They are not like "elves", who have no worries about food and drink with a face.

Most positions will not want them, and they can only do some dirty and tiring hard work.

Even if they get an enviable good job through personal efforts, they have an invisible ceiling for promotion.

What's worse is that these races cannot reproduce a large number of people for various reasons. The small number of compatriots means that they have no right to speak.

Even the widely discriminated beastmen have won their own city and have moved there on a large scale.

To put it bluntly, they are too weak and don't even have the qualifications to be discriminated against.

Gerald the Treeman sympathizes with them.

If the treeman had not had a legendary elder brother thousands of years ago who formed the 'Godref Gang', it would probably be the same as these races.

After a day of clearing the sewer, he would drag his tired body to the bar to order a glass of the cheapest light beer and whistle at the orc dancers who were indistinguishable between male and female.

"Is this the treasure shop you mentioned?"

It was a strange voice.

Gerald the Treeman opened his eyes and looked at the two people who had just walked into the store.

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A handsome elf who makes people sick, and a furry minotaur.

As soon as they entered the store, they were immediately met with hostility from the customers.

Mainly against the elves.

These guys are rare in number, and they are not born extraordinary races, but they are very popular in human society because of their handsome appearance and long lifespan.

The mistresses of some big families are elves who have lived for who knows how many years.

Those female elves can give birth to several generations of people for some human families.

When you think of a woman who is hundreds of years old attacking half-elves who are only in their twenties or thirties and are likely to be blood relatives, no one will not feel disgusted.

These shameless guys still have the nerve to flaunt themselves as "noble and elegant".

Only short-lived humans don't care.

‘You Furui’ found a seat and sat down, and found that he was inexplicably hostile.

He looked at ‘You Jixiang’ for help.

But the pervert didn’t look at him at all, but scanned the customers in the tavern.

There are many real Furui here!

Although there are many types of beastmen, they only have orc heads, and their bodies are the same as humans.

Damn, those guys simply insulted Furui’s history for who knows how many years, no wonder they are discriminated against by the whole society!

But the humanoid races in this tavern, from the neck under the collar to the chest covered by the clothes, are all furry.

Oh oh oh! This is what I want!

The two Furui fans had green eyes, and several regular customers trembled when they saw them.

The tree man Gerald stared at them and was about to ask them to leave.

But looking at the temperament of the two, they were very similar to those lawless aliens, so he closed his eyes again.

Although the tree people have the support of the "Golden Wind Gang" and have a lot of face among the aliens, these two have not caused any trouble yet, so let's not make trouble for now.

After tonight, I can return to the divine domain and stay with the mother tree for a day.

When I thought that I would be able to serve the mother tree at this time tomorrow, watching the mother tree happily exuding the breath of life and taking care of the various plants in the garden, the tree man Gerald couldn't help but hum.

The old tree man Antonio stood on the right side.

You know, at the beginning, because of the attitude of the old tree man Antonio towards the aliens, the young and strong in the gang almost rebelled, but they were all suppressed by the old tree man.

Now that the mother tree has returned, those tree people who opposed it before have been punished and are not allowed to return to the mother tree.

Such punishment is a bit cruel.

But thanks to them, low-level gang members like me can also stay with the mother tree for one day a week.