Walking along Lionheart City's bustling main thoroughfare felt like stepping into a bizarre, kaleidoscopic world, dazzling and disorienting.
The towering buildings around him resembled a forest. Looking up, he could not see their tops at all; only countless holographic images kept shifting, all of them huge advertisements of every kind.
Deafening roars rang out behind Wang Chen from time to time, then swept past him like a gale, leaving behind only fleeting trails of light.
They were groups of young men and women racing modified hover bikes through the streets in a deadly contest of speed, leaving the pursuing police cars far behind.
Beside the sidewalks, drunkards were everywhere. Some clutched trash cans and vomited violently, some lay sprawled on the ground unconscious, while many homeless people wrapped themselves in blankets and curled up in corners, their eyes filled with numbness.
Such scenes could never be seen in Holy Light City—indeed, not even in Taiwu City.
But in Lionheart City, people clearly regarded them as nothing unusual.
"Sir, would you like to buy some flowers?"
A little girl of seven or eight ran up to Wang Chen with a large bouquet of roses in her arms. Her upturned little face was smeared with grime, and her big eyes brimmed with hope.
Wang Chen stopped, took a rose, then tucked a hundred-yuan bill into her hand.
The little girl was immediately overjoyed. "Thank you, thank you, sir! May the Star God always watch over you!"
Wang Chen smiled faintly.
The most widespread faith in the Holy Light Empire was the Star God. Countless believers trusted that the Star God's holy light would forever shine upon the Empire.
After sending the flower-selling girl away, Wang Chen's gaze settled on the entrance of a nightclub nearby.
This nightclub, called "VISE," looked enormous. Its