Freedom for All Nameless Ones!

Immediately afterward, he had completely sorted out the arrangements for the next step.

The handsome Scholar slowly drew back the curtains,

and turned his gaze toward the vast planetary city of Clemence One:

Because Antonio United's Aztec Garland War ritual had been fully unleashed,

the entire city had shifted from its initial eerie silence into a thunderous uproar.

The metallic tracks in the sky reflected a cold gleam beneath the night curtain,

while lines of steam-driven wheel trains thundered past, their pistons beating in a steady, powerful rhythm. Every burst of steam came with a rumble like thunder, shaking the air.

The military factory district was even livelier. Inside the towering workshops, steam engines turned without rest, letting out deep, heavy roars like the breathing of colossal beasts as they continuously powered the production lines.

But Su Wen was not worried in the slightest. He merely adjusted his glasses with effortless poise,

and his deep-blue Appraisal Vision suddenly unfolded,

covering everything before his eyes:

Appraisal: Clemence One, surface warfare armament transport sequence.

Estimated time until the next complete opening of the Border Gate:

Thirty-two minutes and fifty-seven seconds.

"There's enough time."

Su Wen showed no sign of tension.

Instead, he lifted the coffee he had just brewed and calmly took a sip:

"I had originally only planned to drop massive objects from Star Tower Clemence,

but now,

I've changed my mind."

He slowly took out the relic, his words calm and unhurried:

"It was through them that I truly pinpointed this city's location.

So,

it's time for them to fulfill their final mission."

The handsome Scholar first took out a scalpel whose blade was as thin as a cicada's wing:

First Relic:

Night Shadow Scalpel of Max Julius, a Night Watch (Plague Doctor) (C-rank)

"Klosan,

this