Cheng Lake was simply too large. Though it was said to have eastern, western, southern, and northern sections, those were merely artificial divisions; the park itself had no such designations.
Heading south, they passed numerous attractions. Amid the surging crowds, men and women of all kinds could be seen on massive rides like drop towers and pirate ships, letting out ear-splitting screams.
Further south, a long arched bridge stretched across the broad lake. A few sightseeing boats flickered with colorful lights, while an endless stream of people stopped on the bridge to take photos.
The roller coaster tracks stretching across most of the park were pressed unusually low, as though one only had to look up to hear the whistling wind as the cars rushed past.
The vermilion paint on the tracks looked especially eerie beneath the gloomy sky. As they swayed in the wind, the tracks seemed to carry the violent tremors of the cars soaring toward them.
Oddly dressed mascot performers moved through the crowd. The red dots on their clown noses far outshone the deathly pale makeup on their faces, making them especially conspicuous.
Ji Li's group numbered six, making them particularly noticeable among the tourists. There was not the slightest hint of relaxation or enjoyment on their faces, only the tension and pressure of people about to head for the execution ground.
Ji Li kept scanning his surroundings. His experience from multiple missions had tempered an exceptionally sharp sixth sense.
On the way to the Indoor Game Area, he saw tourists, attractions, and familiar faces from other branches.
Beneath the calm surface of the Real World hid a group of supernatural agents like them, utterly out of place. That alone created an especially eerie atmosphere.
Those mascot performers generally fell into three categories: clowns, anime characters,