Humanity Has Grown Filthy Again!

The next day.

Early in the morning.

"This is life."

Adam drove his sports car, continuing to race toward the Medical Center, unable to stop himself from letting out this self-satisfied sigh—one that would probably get him attacked if anyone else heard it.

Last night, he had strolled through the manor gardens with MAX, admiring the beautiful moonlight together.

And it had not felt like they were on earth at all.

It had felt as though they were watching the moon from the heavens.

Only when the alarm he had set went off did Adam finally pull himself away from the moonlight, bid MAX farewell, and drive away.

In that moment.

Adam profoundly understood that vast, ever-changing feeling of one day in heaven being a year on earth.

He also understood why this kind of setup in Journey to the West was interpreted as mockery of corrupt rulers.

There was no time difference of one day and one year at all.

It was simply that happy times passed far too quickly, gone in the blink of an eye.

It was really the same idea as "this is life."

That's right!

Adam had fallen!

If there really were a Sailor Moon who represented the moon.

Then last night, either she would have appeared to punish Adam for defiling that moonlight in the moon's name, or she would have been hiding behind the moon, trembling too much to show herself.

Humanity had grown filthy again!

A poem bore witness.

What was its form? A dragon swimming through a winding pool.

What was its spirit? Moonlight shining upon a cold river.

It should be ashamed before the Western Gate, truly humbled before the lofty railing.

New York had no equal; American TV Show World was unmatched.

What kind of person was this?

Such