"It's not surprising. The Organization has always done nothing but stand by and watch." Lin Qing shrugged.
"Changing the fate of a world's destruction isn't something that can be accomplished with a few casual words," Abigail retorted. "Even preserving our own world has already exhausted the Organization."
"Wanting to do something but being unable to do it only makes the Organization look even more incompetent, doesn't it?" She was unconvinced. "Unfortunately, I'd rather it be a little more incompetent—instead of dragging the entire world into a plunge toward the apocalypse like it is now."
Abigail fell silent, seemingly unwilling to continue the argument.
Chen Xuan smiled. "When you're inside the Organization, it can be easier for your eyes to be clouded. Try looking at things from another angle. You might find everything suddenly makes sense."
"How? Are you going to persuade me to leave the Dimensional Limit Organization again?"
"No need. This trip might be an opportunity." He opened the room door. "Come on. Let's go to the new world."
The instant the door opened, a chaotic din of voices flooded their ears.
"Not bad. There wasn't even a power restriction tonight." Honglian praised.
"Because people are more likely to panic in the dark." Chen Xuan assessed. "Trading a bit of food production for public stability—Stationmaster Du's approach is fairly smart."
Abigail followed behind the three of them down the narrow corridor. She noticed that there was not even a single window here, and everything relied on fluorescent lights overhead. Many of the tubes had already turned yellow and dim, flashing with a harsh, eye-straining flicker. Yet the people living here seemed to have long adapted to it. They could not even be bothered to lift their heads, leaning against the walls and muttering to themselves. Only when the group