Amid the roaring, those holographic visors reflected their bluish faces, making some of them look no different from the dead.
But there was no day or night here,
only the ceaseless roar of the Data Stream.
Yet the bald man still proudly introduced the place to the alien Revivers, calling it the "Data Abyss":
a Deep Tokyo data adjustment department created by swallowing the digital legacy stored in Tokyo and combining it with Leis Angton's biotechnology.
That was right. Caroline was not merely fighting a Jorōgumo divine abomination mixed with Weaver genes.
There were also countless former genius programmers and architects.
They wrapped the Divine Abomination Graveyard in data like an ocean, forming a sealing structure similar to the Sacred Mourning—Hughie Fal Grand Cemetery.
Then, they were about to use it to completely bury Tokyo's Current World.
But at that moment,
a sigh slowly arose, one that Su Wen would probably find very familiar if he heard it now:
"Anomaly S171: Civilization Graveyard.
Unseen,
are you truly not planning to act again?"
Old Constance, clad in grayish-white robes, appeared just like that inside a quiet room somewhere in Tokyo.
Sitting opposite him was a blind old monk.
But upon hearing Constance's words, the old monk merely shook his head.
"Star marrow, comet dust, survivors... too many 'people' have already fallen upon our land.
Prometheus will not be the first, nor will Takama-ga-hara be the first lifeboat.
Constance,
countless people climbing the steps may have been crushed by the supernova shockwave from six thousand years ago before they could even reach the Pillar of Creation, let alone us.
You should remember:
the gods were reborn after the fifth destruction."
"So you no longer dare to climb the steps?"
The old monk closed his eyes.
"You fell from the sixth tier, while