An Anomaly at the Gatehouse

The Industrial Zone on the outskirts of the capital.

The gatehouse.

After hearing the strange noise, Niu Dazhi did not try to investigate. Instead, he chose to leave as quickly as possible.

Late at night, you shouldn't bother with any sound you hear outside.

Just pretend you're deaf.

However, when he jogged back to the security office, he found that Old Yang, who had been on duty with him, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?"

"Old Yang—!"

He called out curiously, but received no response.

He didn't pay it much mind.

Maybe Old Yang had gone out to relieve himself too.

Plopping down in his chair, Niu Dazhi took out the gentleman's comic he'd rented and began reading with great interest.

The world was in turmoil these days.

Many industries were no longer regulated as strictly as before.

Before the Supernatural Revival, anyone who dared openly distribute this kind of little booklet would definitely have spent several days enjoying free food in jail.

But now... as long as you operated in a designated area, it was allowed.

Some professions had even effectively become legitimate public industries.

They even organized regular physical examinations.

After all, people needed something to divert their panic and restless desires.

It was better to channel than to suppress.

Perhaps things could once have been forcibly suppressed.

But now, they could only be channeled. Otherwise, Blue Star, which was practically at the end of the world, would surely give rise to all sorts of terrifying incidents.

That's right!

The things mentioned here were pirated novels and comics, along with the people working in those industries.

Time passed second by second.

When Niu Dazhi finally came back to himself from the gripping plot, put down the book, and raised his head again, he discovered that it