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Why did people always say art came from life but surpassed life? The plain-language version was that anything you ran into in reality was bound to be more absurd than anything in a story—after all, when making up a story, you still had to consider whether it made sense, right? But look at the things I dealt with in my daily life. How many of them were reasonable? These past few days, Little Crow had started trying to hatch Little Bird from walnuts again...
No matter how much I thought about it, I never expected the clue to the Homeland World to be right under our noses. Of course, the bad news was that it was also right under the Fallen Apostles' noses: the item recording the coordinates was located at a friction point along the border between the two nations. How did that saying go again? I searched for her a thousand times in the crowd, then suddenly looked back—and that thing was sitting right beside me. Though something seemed off about the second half, it basically meant the same thing.
"This location is an enormous problem." Sandora frowned, her fingers unconsciously tapping the coffee table. "Any movement over there will definitely be noticed. It's the closest point between the Empire and Fallen Apostle borders."
I thought it over and slowly understood what Father God meant. At the same time, an idea began to form in my mind.
"Because that place is so sensitive, the God Race can't send anyone over to retrieve it, right?" I glanced at Father God. "If you sent even one or two people over there, the other side might take