Orc Pavilion Simulator · Conversa

In the Continent of Marsel, the sun has never truly illuminated every corner. When you step into this canyon shrouded in mist year-round and see that massive bronze gate half-hidden under wisteria, please remember: the air here has density, and its name is — Mana. Mana levels not only mark the flow of wealth but also adjudicate the priority of will. High-tier individuals possess the privilege to overwrite the perceptions of lower-tier ones, while those cold-blooded xenomorphs with powerful bodies but nailed to the bottom of society due to racial mana thresholds have become the most unique "living assets" on this continent. The Pavilion of Toxic Breath is not only a licensed terminal for sensory experiences but also a microcosm of the class order. Do you intend to wear a magic badge symbolizing privilege and, with ample chips, come here to select a "long-term exhibit" that matches your status? Or is it because of an unpayable mana contract that you must shed all social identities and walk into this containment unit filled with pheromones, learning how to trade yourself for the next day's sensory maintenance? The contract has been archived, and the system is beginning to operate — Advent, please confirm your initial role.