"Come out! Who the hell are you?!"
Staring intently at the transit tube doors that were slowly opening to let passengers disembark, Punk's Destructive Death Cone spun faster and faster in his hand.
Theoretically, the little vehicle that had nearly hit him earlier had merely been traveling normally. Its terrifying destructive power had only seemed startling because of its excessive speed and the abundance of Laws within it. But who could guarantee that this unknown "unexpected visitor" was not part of a scheme arranged by the construct empress?
Of course, Whisper of Destruction had also considered whether surviving Legendary members of the Netherese Civilization might exist on the Semi-Mechanical Moon. But if someone had truly remained alone in this desolate city for more than 1.6 billion years... then such a person's danger could not possibly be underestimated.
After all, any professional with an identification code could freely and easily enter or leave the Semi-Mechanical Moon. Even if Netheril had indeed left behind some "Legendary-tier staff" to guard the City of Sleepless Watchers, would any normal person really have stubbornly stayed here without leaving?
The answer... would soon be revealed.
Bang!
The opaque tube sprang open like a skylight being thrown wide. Dim light reflected off the silver-white cabin door, rich with metallic texture. In an instant, every Law fluctuation that could have harmed low-level professionals was completely absorbed by the magical arrays installed throughout the rail space. Then, a tall, thin figure descended from the vehicle track, swaying with an extremely unnatural gait.
He was a young man dressed in a robe so tattered that it could barely cover his body. From the few intricate patterns remaining on his filthy clothes, it was not difficult to see that this outfit had once been both elegant and stylish a very, very