When Mwu, Luo, and Cruze slowly opened their eyes after the light faded, their faces were filled with complex emotions—shock, confusion, astonishment, and more. Cruze turned around. From his movements, it seemed he had removed his mask and placed a hand against his face, but after trembling slightly, he put the mask back on.
After a moment of silence, Mwu gave Xiao Ran a gentle smile. Only Luo, clutching Little Eight, frantically scratched his head and danced around the enormous hangar. "Whoa, whoa! Xiao Ran, you... you... you... This is unbelievable! You're not even from the same world as us! Oh no, you've really gotten me into trouble. If I stay away too long, Juri will kill me."
Several dots appeared on Little Eight's suitcase-like screen, followed by two words: "Idiot."
"If you're worried about getting back, there's no need. Time passes completely differently between your world and other worlds, and Prometheus has no concept of time at all. As long as there's a chance to return to your world, I think at most two years will have passed."
Xiao Ran apologized to Luo. Luo sighed helplessly, grabbed his hair, and said, "Forget it. It's too late for regrets now that I'm here. I'm actually pretty curious about this place. The technologies you gave me were obtained by traveling to other worlds through here, right? But this is truly incredible. A place like this actually exists, able to travel back and forth between so many different worlds. It's completely unscientific."
"I think that if science develops to its extreme, it can accomplish things like gods. Life should have been forbidden territory for gods, yet wasn't I created as well?" Cruze turned around and spoke calmly. Looking at Xiao Ran, he continued, "It seems the problem with my body hasn't been