Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 457 - 69: Golden City, Collision of Divine Sons

Golden City.

This city gave Duncan a feeling somewhat like a more developed and prosperous Ancient Egypt. Due to the warm coastal climate and the natural harbor nearby, the trade network of the Golden Coast extends in all directions, with trade caravans reaching almost every known civilization of humanity.

"These city walls are so high!"

Crete had a look of innocence as if he had never seen the world before. While a group of clumsy Barbarians gazed at the city walls, the nearby Obis people were also looking at them with awe. The locals were about one meter and fifty-six centimeters tall, with dark skin—not as dark as Africans, more like a mixed-race complexion.

There are many trade caravans along the way. Here you can see horses, camels, mules, and so on. The crowd coming and going almost embodies the characteristics of Europe and Asia, often named after tribes, ethnic groups, civilizations, and so on.

"If anything happens later, let me handle it. Don’t get into a fight!"

Duncan turned to warn everyone.

For Barbarians, fighting is a daily routine; their bodies are robust, and brawls happen daily. But it’s different in other places—a punch could leave someone dead or disabled, easily attracting trouble.

During this time, Duncan trained them, giving them a bit of discipline.

He used the Roman legion’s training methods: whipping, training, fighting, and finding women. This was basically the daily life of early Roman legions, which even developed camp followers and merchants.

The group from Hegel showed some signs of Romanization.

It’s just that they couldn’t feel it themselves.

"Put away your shields and weapons."

"Here, they worship Aman, the God of Order and Law. Don’t show your weapons casually."

As the team moved forward, they arrived at the city gate.

The merchants in front were paying to enter the city; the taxation here is very strict, with a mature and severe standard. If a merchant evades taxes, they would be whipped and fined heavily.

However, when Duncan’s group approached, the situation was different.

"Honorable Usga Warriors."

The scribe, dressed somewhat like an Egyptian, looked at the group, his gaze falling on Hegel and Duncan with a slight hint of awe. He said, "You are noble people and do not need to pay an entrance fee to enter the Golden City."

Hmm?

Noble people?

The group of Barbarians looked surprised; when did they become noble?

Seeing their confused expressions, the scribe explained, "In the city-states of the entire Golden Coast, the great early kings divided the human nations into three classes according to their achievements from ancient times to the present."

"Those nations that have produced great heroes and possess significant achievements are classified as noble people, enjoying certain privileges here."

Saying this, he showed his arm with an inverted triangle snake emblem, and said proudly, "I come from the Dibela City-State. Our tribe once produced the great mythical hero Gamos; he was a sea monster hunter, the Sea Giant Terminator, and a Snake-man Slayer."

"In addition, the Dibela people have seen many legendary heroes. Because of the great achievements of our ancestors, the Dibela people enjoy second-level privileges on the Golden Coast, allowed to engage in positions like scribes, judges, and prison directors."

Interesting.

Duncan curiously looked around and pointed at a small Obis person, asking, "What about him?"

The scribe’s eyes showed disdain, and he said softly, "The Obis people, vassals, slaves, a weak race with dirty bloodlines, having neither great legendary heroes nor commendable achievements."

"They are lower class people."

Duncan seemed to understand a bit.

On the Golden Coast, the city-states divide the various nations into different classes, not only based on current capabilities but also on ancestral accomplishments.

If an individual is incapable, it’s a personal issue; if a group is incapable, it’s an educational issue; if a nation is incapable, it’s a bloodline issue.

If a nation has not produced legendary heroes or made noteworthy achievements over thousands of years, then it is directly classified as lower-class bloodline, possessing almost no status here, equivalent to being vassals and slaves.

However, if your nation has produced a legendary mythical hero and has monumental achievements, then not only you but your tribe and nation will see a significant rise in status.

It was the first time Duncan encountered such a civilization.

Barbarian Warriors, needless to say, are bound to produce a legendary hero every hundred years, slaying dragons, giants, and sea monsters—it’s their routine.

New arrivals.

Duncan acted cautiously, signaling to the others before leading the team into the Golden City.

The people here are indeed divided into different classes, as some small and weak natives rarely walk down the middle of the wide streets, even when queuing closely together. Meanwhile, a group of Barbarians swaggered boldly along the center of the road, looking around curiously without a care for others, and no one nearby raised any objections.

The main road of the Golden City directly leads to a magnificent square, where in the front is a mighty statue, next to it a lifelike gold dragon.

Aman, the God of Order and Law, one of the main deities of the Golden Coast.

The golden dragon shimmered under the sun, its surface seemingly gold-plated, with a colossal dragon claw pressing on an obsidian monument, inscribed with the general laws of the Golden Coast, known as the ’Golden Law’!