Unknown Merchant's POV
The Demon Continent was famous for many things.
Unfortunately, almost all of those things involved dying.
Its ecosystem was notoriously wild and unpredictable, and it was widely regarded as one of the most dangerous places in the entire world. Most people who talked about traveling there usually did so in the past tense, assuming that anyone foolish enough to venture into the Demon Continent had already accepted that they probably weren't coming back.
Back then, I was a first-time merchant.
I had a lovely wife waiting for me at home and a child who, one day, I hoped would inherit the business I was trying to build from the ground up. Of course, while this was technically my first time running my own trade operation, I wasn't exactly inexperienced. I had traveled with merchant caravans before, learned the basics of negotiation, logistics, and survival, and even managed to avoid getting robbed more times than I was comfortable admitting.
