"Looks like we got lucky. This world isn't very difficult." Under the cover of night, a young blonde man spoke with faint relief as he stood before the railing of a high-rise balcony.
"Are you sure that thing is in this universe? You should know that the way we entered this time wasn't exactly legitimate. We could be sent back at any moment."
"It's here! That is beyond doubt!" A metallic voice rang out from the wristwatch on the blonde man's wrist. "As for being sent back? This is temporarily a closed world. For a certain period, no one other than us can enter again. As long as we don't cause trouble."
"What counts as causing trouble?" The blonde man asked about the limits.
"Destroying the life and civilization here. Under normal circumstances, Lord hates that!" The metallic voice gave its judgment.
"Isn't it just a reboot? We all know that most of these universes are vessels used as materials and to cultivate warriors. Their mechanism is to sever the Timeline, ensuring that they do not affect one another."
The speaker was a tall woman with waist-length wine-red hair. Her features were delicate, her figure alluring, and a form-fitting Silver Metallic Skirt outlined every curve of her body in exquisite detail.
"How is it going?" The blonde man ignored the woman's words and turned his head to ask.
"I've already cracked the Writing System and Programming Language here and seized control of the Machine Cluster below. I'm currently gathering relevant information from the internet. I found some very interesting things." The woman smiled and waved a hand. A fingernail-sized fragment separated from her Metallic Skirt and projected a series of virtual images into the air.
The images showed footage of familiar-looking Mechanical Life Forms engaging in localized conflicts with the