Since the roster had already been submitted, the organization would select three suitable teams from the lists submitted across the city tomorrow and send them to this Natural Gray Zone, where a birth tunnel had appeared.
Within Zion, multiple teams were making preparations for this matter.
Power Station
A castle-like structure inlaid with countless gears and constantly spewing steam,
Looking up, one could also see the steel framework erected at its summit, along with countless exaggerated electric arcs leaping in a regular rhythm.
No more than fifteen percent of Zion's gentlemen had seen the Power Station's true appearance.
At this moment,
Ludwig Regan was deep within the Power Station, in a private laboratory authorized by the stationmaster, making his final preparations to leave the city.
As he busied himself,
a woman whose body was connected to cables in many places, and who achieved rudimentary consciousness through circuit boards and precise electrical currents, sat beside an empty laboratory table, swinging her legs back and forth.
The cables hanging from the bases of her calves swayed along with them.
Through the special eyes hidden beneath her Black Hair, she watched the busy Regan.
Because she lacked a sound mind, she simply liked watching this exceedingly familiar young man and did not think too much about anything. Whenever Regan was alone, she would run out to keep him company.
At this moment,
Regan was staring at the special device he had devoted years to researching. Using the mechanical arms and adjustable magnifying glass mounted on the laboratory table, he was making the final adjustments to it.
Before he knew it, eight hours had passed.
The woman continued swinging her legs and watching him in exactly the same manner, even matching the precise range of their movement.
"Do I really have to leave the