Months later, Kataly City.
Inside the apartment in the Metal Cube.
Grina stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, watching the endless stream of hovercars outside as she took a sip of her homemade drink.
Then her gaze involuntarily shifted toward a corner of the room.
The Archmage's avatar was wearing a helmet, his whole body sunk into a soft chair in a relaxed posture as he wandered through the network of the "Imaginary Space."
"It's already been several years. How is he completely addicted to the virtual world?"
Grina muttered to herself.
Then she helplessly shook her head and turned toward the kitchen.
As a wizard infiltrating this Level 5 Civilization, she should have reminded Roy to prioritize the mission and stop lazing around the apartment all day until he became a fat shut-in.
But then she thought about it. To Longevity Beings, a few decades passed in the blink of an eye. Experiencing different lives was simply a normal part of such a long existence.
At first, she had felt somewhat guilty, always feeling as though she was wasting her time.
But when she considered how easily she could complete advanced missions—and that even if she truly failed, the Archmage would take responsibility—she decided to simply lie flat along with him.
Not long afterward, Grina hummed a tune as she lay on the living-room sofa, eating the little cookies she had baked herself and enjoying life.
At her feet, the cleaning robot was ordering the trash can to clean up, while several Chubby Beasts chased one another and played.
"Here is an urgent news bulletin."
Suddenly, the holographic television automatically raised its volume, drawing her attention.
"A thirty-five-year-old child was arrested by the Enforcement Team early this morning for privately constructing a nuclear fusion reactor at home.
"It is