The so-called "Easter egg" was a... radio surrounded by countless neon lights.
Yes, a very inconspicuous radio.
It was an antique bronze rounded rectangle overall, with two circular speaker grilles on the front, like a pair of plump eyes.
When Liriel arrived, it was playing explosive rock music. The surrounding neon lights flashed in alternation with the drumbeats, and the entire rooftop seemed submerged in an ocean of colored light pulsing to the rhythm.
Like the only speck of noise in this motionless city.
But the instant Liriel approached, the rock music came to an abrupt stop.
Then, a burst of clicking came from the radio.
"Click."
"Detected a Person with a Story. Spacetime signal source concentration is high, reaching the threshold for activating transaction mode."
"Transaction commencing—"
"Hello, visitor from another land. I am Hertz, the Time Radio. You carry stories I wish to hear. I can exchange my stories for yours."
"Would you like to make an exchange with me?"
A radio could actually talk? And it called itself Hertz, the "Time Radio"?
Curiosity flashed through Liriel's eyes. Could this be the "Fashion Demonic Beast" recorded in that notebook?
Liriel tried to question the radio before her.
But Hertz seemed incapable of handling a multi-threaded conversation, stubbornly waiting for her to answer whether she would make the exchange.
Liriel pondered for a moment, then ultimately shook her head.
Since this Easter egg had been deliberately placed here by Nomephins, there was no telling what scheme might lurk behind it. Her foremost goal right now was to find a way out; there was truly no need to stir up extra trouble and rashly involve herself in an unknown transaction.
With her refusal, the surrounding neon lights abruptly dimmed, and the rooftop instantly returned to silence.
The next second, Nomephins's