Before long, the gathered Supernatural Beings split into two factions under the call of money and righteousness.
One was the Angel Alliance, and the other was the Business Alliance.
The moment they split up, they began trading insults.
Inside the Tinplate Hotel's cramped lobby, arguments like these could be heard everywhere.
"You Petty Persons who abandon righteousness for profit—don't you want to restore Miken?"
"Miken was built on money and contracts. We're all honest people. Only opportunists like you are so hypocritical."
"Exactly. Only glittering Source Crystals are truly reliable. The people who talk about righteousness are just using you. In the end, you get righteousness while they get all the benefits. You've all been fooled!"
Everyone cursed at one another, venting the Resentful Energy they had built up over this period.
Supernatural Beings were people too, with joys, anger, sorrows, and pleasures. The Nuclear Explosion had turned their wealth, servants, land, companies... all into dust. How could they not feel resentful?
At last, an Old Man stepped forward.
He looked to be in his seventies. Leaning on a cane, with a head full of White Hair, his gaze was resolute.
"Everyone, stop arguing. I want you to think about where we came from. We should unite. Only unity can save Miken."
"We were once very united. We Miken People were the greatest in the world and once created the most outstanding technology. When did we become fragmented and begin fighting one another? When did it lead to the tragedy of the Nuclear Explosion?"
"It was when the first Otherworldly User appeared. Extraordinary Power completely tore us apart. The temptation of immortality made the Otherworldly Users desperately shirk their duty to fight."
"Ordinary People were never afraid of death. But the Otherworldly Users who could live forever began to fear