Around 10 a.m. Ban City time, after nearly six hours of fermenting, the Ability User Association's Internal Forum was already in an uproar.
Once something involved personal interests and dignity, onlookers' thoughts turned into direct identification, then transformed into corresponding emotions—the so-called "will of the people."
Of course, once that thing stripped away the tender veneer of so-called "social order and law" and crossed the gulf where strength determined rank, it was largely useless as shit.
The clearest evidence was that registration continued to advance steadily, forming a dense net that tightened around the flesh. This method relied entirely on crushing people with superior resources. There was no cleverness to it at all, yet it left people helpless.
Truth be told, the crushing weight of social resources alone still left some room to breathe. What truly gave the Ability Users in Ban City a sense of pressure and suffocation was the sunlight scattered across every corner of the city.
The sun was already nearing its zenith, and its heat and penetrating power continued to rise.
Whether outdoors or indoors, whether under direct sunlight or in the shadows, the omnipresent light waves could always seep into people's surroundings. Bearing the Amaterasu Order's powerful marks of interference, they were like demonic eyes floating in the air, casting scorching, malicious gazes.
Yin Le and Snake Tongue, on the lower deck, felt resentment toward this area's ingenious lighting design for the first time. They had shut the light shields over the portholes, blocking out every trace of daylight as much as possible. The interior lights had also been turned off so they could distinguish the direction of the light seeping in.
The entire living room was dim, with the Virtual Work Area as its only light source.
Subconsciously, Yin Le and Snake Tongue had