Sword of Damocles

"Normally,

the Current World's color-grading index in Origin Year 5 was affected by the spiritual tide, but at most, it only fluctuated between colorless and plus or minus 1.5 on the turbulent spectrum.

By Origin Year 6, this numerical range was very likely to expand.

After all, positive fluctuations represented the rise of the spiritual tide, while negative fluctuations represented the deepening of Abyssal Contamination. Color represented an extreme-source change in energy.

But 2.7...

That number was rather terrifying."

Klosan spoke slowly,

then gently placed the white derby hat resting on the train seat beside her onto her head.

Doctor Miss was still maintaining her disguise, so naturally, she could not do anything too conspicuous.

But that color-grading index was indeed shocking!

Many passengers had seen the number as well, and most Scholars knew exactly what it represented.

At that moment,

this land that had once, long ago, been a place of wisdom and hope had now become a corner of hell. It was impossible not to sigh in sorrow.

Yet even though Su Wen knew the situation was urgent, he remained calm:

"Clemence One's Twilight Star Cluster planetary city has begun operating.

Klosan,

you may very well come into contact with the enemy's vanguard.

Don't act rashly. Observe the situation first and wait for my plan."

Hearing that,

Doctor Miss shrugged.

"What do you take me for?

I'm not Lundell, that beautiful and badass battle maniac. Nor am I planning to charge straight into a pack of cultists.

Those of us from the Life Lineage cherish life very much.

Besides,

if war truly begins,

then we logistics personnel will have a lot to consider."

Hearing her suddenly crack a joke to lighten the mood, Su Wen gave a rare, gentle smile.

But that was only an interlude.

He did