"Manipulation of the minute? Why not just say seven out of five?" Someone in the venue immediately exposed Baiji Pope's verbal trickery.
It was actually seven out of six... if they truly were a "group."
Tian Bang was still weighing it in his mind, but more people wanted proof. Amid the clamorous demands for an explanation, General Kony became active again, his voice especially loud:
"If you want everyone to believe you, you should at least give us a reason!"
Baiji Pope smiled. "I said it before. This is the result of observation."
"Because you could never observe it?" This time, it was Constance Dahle speaking. This female Extraordinary Species practiced mysticism and was accustomed to speaking in the predictive tone of a witch or fortune-teller.
Of course, her gaze was indeed sharp. More importantly, with her exceptional attainments in barriers, she had unique insights into the scene currently being livestreamed, including the situation in Slope City.
"If it gets any more bloodshot, your 'eyes' will be ruined."
Baiji Pope ignored the deliberate ambiguity in Ms. Dahle's words and continued smiling. "That is also part of the observation."
As verbal sparring and hidden schemes gradually piled up in the virtual circular venue, Goto Yoshi, at the Passenger Terminal of Slope City's Ping Trade Market—the place everyone was watching—was in a state of intense anxiety.
As time passed, and as Mister Mo uttered one enigmatic yet incomprehensibly profound term after another, that emotion grew heavier and heavier.
Especially in Slope City today, the endless light behind the fish-scale clouds had originally been his greatest support. Yet at this moment, beneath the noonday sun, he only felt as though needles were pressing against his back. Heat kept seeping into his body and accumulating there, yet he could find no outlet for it...