Forty years later, the passage officially opened.
The kings of every major race dispatched their most capable subordinates to the location where the World Channel had originally been constructed, just in case.
The World Channel was not confined to a single mountain range or stretch of ocean. It extended for thousands upon thousands of kilometers, cleverly dividing the entire world along its most hostile environments.
As the kings stood before a mountain range and gazed into the distance, what they saw was no longer the familiar scenery of old, but another unfamiliar range. Two utterly different styles of world had somehow blended together seamlessly, without the slightest trace of an Otherworld, as though they had always been the same mountain, the same sea...
When they tried to determine where exactly the so-called World Channel was, however, they could not detect a single trace of it. It was incomparably miraculous.
Most sections of this seemingly endless World Channel had no one guarding them.
No race had enough manpower to station people across every region for monitoring.
Yet in a small number of places, members of different races happened to be standing on opposite sides of the World Channel, curiously watching one another.
The tall, brawny Giant Race and the tiny Gnome Race stared at each other—truly, big eyes glaring at small eyes; the refined, horned Ghost-Human Race and the elegant, towering Elf Race stared at each other—truly, a contest of blooming beauties;
The furry Furry-Tail Race and the long-armed Ape-Human Race stared at each other—truly, gorillas cherishing one another...
But they merely watched each other with curiosity, with no intention of charging into the other side's territory.
After a while, with nothing better to do, someone suddenly called out first. "Hey! Friend over there, hello."
To the astonishment of everyone, they