Aboard the Heart of Ptolemy, which was flying swiftly toward the Sun Church's holy city, A-Feng sat at a mechanical desk in a cabin near the edge of the ship. A sheet of paper lay before him as he pondered something.
He shouldn't have been aboard this airship bound for the Sun's holy city. His identity and status were both too low to qualify for the operation in which the Sangha Empire was activating a Colossus to resolve its current crisis. But he had a good mentor.
The little mummy, who was accompanying the empire's two heirs on their mission, had insisted that A-Feng come along. And so, in a daze, he had boarded the ship.
A-Feng knew that Nefertari was protecting him.
During the chaos after the Pharaoh's assassination, A-Feng hadn't managed to escape with Master Qin and the others. Now he was the only player left in Palace Mountain, and his circumstances were unusual: unlike other players, he couldn't revive indefinitely. If he were left behind in Palace Mountain, who knew what kind of trouble might arise?
As he reflected on that, A-Feng couldn't help thinking that his mother's overly strict protectiveness had probably been justified after all. On his first journey away from Transia, he'd run into a situation this intense.
Damn!
The world outside really was frighteningly dangerous.
But even this trip aboard the Heart of Ptolemy to the Sun's holy city couldn't be called safe. At least in A-Feng's mind, the lurking threat hadn't been eliminated.
As a surgeon with a doctorate, A-Feng had the rigorous logic needed to independently reconstruct the entire assassination of the Pharaoh and deduce the culprit. What's more, he had a "cheat" to help him.
The events of that night had been posted on the players' forum, where they'd become