The elevator doors slowly closed.
It began to rise.
It was very quiet.
The movement was very smooth.
There was none of the swaying common to elevators in Supernatural Spaces, nor did any strange, omnipresent odor appear.
But inside this space,
there was still an inexplicable sense of oppression.
It was too steady.
So steady that you could not even feel whether the elevator was moving, making you suspect that it had stopped there the moment the doors closed.
"This elevator is so strange."
Wang Yong looked around and spoke in a cautious whisper.
"I feel completely cut off."
"It feels like I've left the world."
"Your feeling is correct." Jiang Qiao nodded. "We are leaving the world. Don't be fooled by the fact that we haven't moved at all. The elevator truly hasn't moved. The space itself is moving."
"This is called 'as if moving.'"
???
Wang Yong was somewhat bewildered.
As if moving?
What did it mean that the elevator wasn't moving, but the space itself was?
What was he talking about?
"To put it simply."
"The elevator car isn't moving, but the space outside it is constantly changing, carrying us toward the Other Shore of deep space."
Jiang Qiao spoke indifferently.
"Alright."
"Relax."
"You can't do anything here. Any danger could kill you, so there's no need to be so nervous."
"Being nervous won't help either."
Uh—
Wang Yong choked.
That does sound reasonable... But wait, that's not right either. I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, was I?
I'm just an employee from the first floor.
You dragged me all the way up to the eighth floor, and now we're on our way to the ninth.
I...
Jiang Qiao ignored Wang Yong.
His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.
Within his Dual Pupils,