No one wanted to die, but clothing was limited, meaning that to survive, they had to take clothes from others or die in the cold.


    The snow fell mercilessly, and after less than half a minute of silence, the fighting began. Shouts and sounds of attacks filled the air, and within a minute, thousands were fighting.


    People fell one after another. Many were killed by others while trying to strip clothes off the dead. Wilbur stood there in shock. Suddenly, someone attacked him. He quickly dodged and took a deep breath, absorbing the energy from the middle dimension.


    In the next second, the Magic Dragon de appeared in his hand, and with one swift strike, he cleaved his attacker in two.


    "What?"


    "This guy managed to adapt to the energy of the middle dimensions in just one day. He''s truly strong."


    One guard said, "So what if he''s strong? Buck Town has nevercked strong people. Over thousands of years, countless strong ones have been killed. Strength alone isn''t enough to win. Anyone who breaks the rules will die, no matter how strong they are."


    Wilbur heard the guards and felt a pang of regret. If he had bowed to Reyne Divan in prison earlier, he might have had a chance to survive. But then, what kind of person would he be?


    At that moment, a cultivator shouted, "Wait a minute! Look, over ten thousand people have already died in the battle just now. Only less than a thousand of us are left. We don''t need to keep fighting. We can all get the clothes we need and survive!"


    Everyone looked at each other and then began to gather clothes from the dead. In theory, with neen thousand people, if each needed two sets of clothes, nine thousand five hundred people could survive. But things did not go as nned. No one wanted to die, so the fight continued, and within five minutes, eighteen thousand people were dead.


    Wilbur nced back at the two guards. They smirked, clearly seeing him as someone destined to be eliminated. Although Wilbur felt a deep hatred, he understood that this was the rule of Buck Town. Even if he managed to enter the town without a town token, he would struggle to enter again if he ever left.


    Therefore, those who entered the city would likely kill others to steal their tokens. A guard shouted at Wilbur, "What are you looking at? Get lost!"


    Sighing, Wilbur bent down to strip clothes off a corpse. But as he reached out, he froze, thinking, ''If I really take clothes off a corpse and wear them, how am I any different from those living in Buck Town?''


    With the biting wind chilling him, Wilbur gave up on taking clothes from the dead. Instead, he walked to the city wall, checked the map of Buck Town, and then turned away, disappearing into the cold wind.


    Walking through the icyndscape, Wilbur recalled the map''s indication of the snow wolf area nearby. If he could kill a snow wolf, he could cook its meat to replenish his energy.