Research City.
“Damn, I can’t believe this is open to everyone,” Peter Chekhov said as he laid his eyes on the city in front of him.
“It’s a dream come true for every researcher in the world. Who would’ve thought that Emperor Aron would allow such a city to exist without demanding payment from anyone! He could’ve charged money and everyone would still throw money at him for access,” said an olive-skinned young man walking next to him.
The olive-skinned young man was named Mario, and Peter had befriended him during his time touring the simulation backpacking in the Alps.
“It isn’t really free, though. Any and all research done here is owned by the imperial family,” Peter said. There was always a price for everything.