Wenren Sheng sighed, took a photo of the flyer, and shared it to his social feed.
After doing all that, he closed his eyes.
Though it seemed that he could now solve every problem he encountered, the hidden danger posed by the Immortals, followed by these trivial matters around him, still left him feeling troubled.
His strength was still insufficient.
At the root of it all, this was still a world where matter determined consciousness. Mysterious matter was matter too.
The car soon started again, passed through the increasingly crowded lanes, and drove south toward home.
Meanwhile, in United City—the capital of Otherworldly Users in the Southern Continent.
It was a modern city surrounded by walls, and today, those walls had grown even higher.
People had once believed such walls could not guard against any threat—not hostile Otherworldly Users, nor Anomalies—and that those who built them were fools.
But they could do one thing—keep out Ordinary People, or imprison them. That was enough.
Once upon a time, Ordinary People without ties to Otherworldly Users were forbidden from entering.
But today, it had changed its face and opened its arms to Ordinary People—arms that led to hell, of course.
At the city center stood the Council Hall.
The United Elders' Council, this city's highest authority, was seated with a group of special people. The two sides were signing a document.
The document was a contract concerning the merger of the two organizations, densely packed with provisions defining both sides' rights and obligations.
If Wenren Sheng had seen this group, he would have recognized them at first glance.
They were members of the Sole Supremacy Society.
What irony. Wenren Sheng had once worked with the Sole Supremacy Society, and during that cooperation, the opponents had included this city's Council of Elders.