"The radiance of Utopia?"
Yegor sighed softly at those words, his expression turning subtly strange.
Just as Russell had said.
Even more than seventy years after Heavenly Kingdom Fall, this world still stood upon the foundations once laid by Utopia. The Three Great Blockades were still properly maintained, and the plans left behind continued steadily and methodically under the implementation of the Unified Bureau and the Continuance Institute.
No matter how arrogant one might be, no one could deny that this had once been the Astronomical Society's most dazzling essence—a romantic soul that was nearly miraculous in this cruel world.
No matter how much time had passed or how many changes had come, the Present Realm still bore the mark of Utopia deep in its bones.
But what Russell wished to convey at this moment—was it "radiance," or "shadow"?
If this were used as a response, how many people would be laughing themselves sick at this grand gift?
But why did it feel... like something was off?
His teeth ached faintly.
It was like that joke once widely circulated on East Xia's internet: in the Roman sewers, there was an oil-paper package buried with an engineer inside. Whenever the sewers clogged, they would dig up the package and send him down to clear them out.
It truly showed how terrifying craftsmanship could be. You East Xia people were hopelessly inferior.
After all, who could have expected that just after the other side played a pair of fours, Russell would immediately throw down the joker bomb?
That wasn't how you played cards!
Did he even understand the rules?
Yet no one could refuse such an unexpectedly generous gift.
Likewise, no one could overlook the warning hidden behind it.
The heavy gloom beneath that radiance.
For those who had recently gone on