Afterward, the two men's investigation on the front lines seemed to have touched upon some invisible boundary.
Although they had confirmed that the "alien threat" was inextricably linked to the presence behind the scenes, and had discovered that the hostile race had been deliberately designed—
Its deeper purpose and the core logic of the "system" still remained hidden behind the mist.
After confirming that they could not achieve any breakthrough progress in the short term, Benjamin and Rex decided to temporarily withdraw from this starfield filled with the smoke of war.
The investigation had come to a temporary halt, and for a while, it seemed as though there was nothing to do.
Benjamin accepted Rex's invitation and followed him back to the planet that had been his "birthplace" in this world—a prosperous world famed for precision manufacturing and musical arts.
When the ship arrived at the spaceport, two people were already waiting at the exit.
At the sight of them, a rare smile appeared on Rex's face.
"I never thought you'd actually be willing to come back!" one of them said with a grin. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Let me introduce them," Rex said to Benjamin. "These two are friends I grew up with here—"
"Of course, they're also wizards."
Rex had not spoken those words aloud. They rang directly inside Benjamin's earpiece instead.
For easier communication, Rex had given Benjamin an earpiece before coming here.
Using his Weaver, he could transform thoughts in his mind into sound and contact Benjamin directly without speaking aloud.
This allowed them to communicate in situations where speaking was inconvenient—just like now.
Benjamin instinctively sized the two men up.
One wore a flamboyantly colored, avant-garde leather jacket. His hair had been dyed a dazzling bright blue, and a wild, unruly smile hung