Under the watchful eyes of the ceremony guests, the first batch of participants walked to the top of the stepped platform.
It was a broad platform, its floor paved with deep-blue tiles clear enough to reflect human figures. The dazzling lights around it seemed to merge with the brilliant starlight in the sky.
They seemed to feel the envious, fervent gazes cast upon them from behind and excitedly discussed the rebirth that awaited them.
As for the coming Great Collision, it had little to do with them. They would soon board the ship bound for the New World and bid farewell to the collapse of the Old World.
In one corner of the platform stood a family of three, all looking around with eager anticipation.
They had been permitted to obtain a spot only after "donating" all their property, but the true reason was that they possessed noble titles from the Old Era.
"Dad, when we get to the stars, will I still be able to eat my favorite ice cream?" the four- or five-year-old boy asked, looking up.
The man was immersed in excitement. Looking down at him, he said, "From now on, you can eat as much as you want, whatever you want. We'll soon achieve complete evolution. We'll gain power, and we'll have lots and lots of slaves."
The little boy did not understand his words, but hearing that he could eat ice cream whenever he wanted made him smile happily.
Soon, it was nine o'clock. A man and woman dressed in exquisite formal attire stepped out.
Everyone recognized the man as Xieni Karefa, the true owner behind Cloud Peak Hotel. He was not only one of Biyulandi's main investors, but also a Third Limit Fighter.
He clapped his hands. Once everyone's attention had turned to him,