Good Omen

"What... is that?"

Huai Shi stared blankly and murmured softly.

For a moment, Huai Shi suspected that he had not awakened from the nightmare at all.

But the instant he confirmed that he was fully awake, he wished even more that he were still in that nightmare...

He was silent for a long time before looking at Tong Ji. "Where is the Helios Workshop?"

Tong Ji looked puzzled. "Isn't this it?"

Huai Shi swallowed dryly. "...That gigantic thing full of holes, covered in strange rocks, and apparently scrapped and stranded?"

This was the great miracle from the intelligence he had gathered, carrying hundreds of alchemists, maintained by countless Homunculi, prosperous enough to seem as though it had returned to the Age of Gods?

A miniature world sailing through the void, forever radiating glorious flames, solemn and sacred, an artifact of authority revolving through the cosmos like the sun itself?

This was the Helios Chariot?

Huai Shi lowered his head, took out his phone, raised it, and compared it with the original image on the screen.

In the photograph captured by the Harper Telescope three years ago, a resplendent golden city shone with magnificent brilliance. Even though it had only been a fleeting glimpse, a fragment observed from the Abyss, it had still been unimaginably solemn and sacred.

And before him stood this thing, practically scrapped, as though it had been contaminated a hundred thousand times and then smashed into dust.

You were telling him these were the same thing?

"I have to say, it wasn't like this the last time I came." Tong Ji shrugged regretfully. "I don't know what happened, but Helios has turned into this sorry-ass state. Big Sis can't do anything about it."

Huai Shi instinctively asked, "When exactly was the last time you came?"

Tong Ji