Without Maximus's violent coup, Black Bolt had enjoyed a few quiet days before coming out of seclusion. But the moment he emerged, he suspected that decades had passed outside.
The table in his room was covered with electronic devices and packaged food. Beside the bed stood a strange pod—a Virtual Reality Pod from Earth. Crystal was lying inside it, a subtle smile on her face.
Medusa sat nearby, seemingly waiting for her turn.
Seeing her King emerge from seclusion, Medusa rose to her feet. "This is Earth technology. It's called a Virtual Reality Pod—an incredible technology. As long as you lie inside, it feels like you can go anywhere.
The ocean, mountains, deserts, snowy plains... They're so beautiful! You have to try it..."
Black Bolt frowned. Earth? He had explicitly stated that now was not the time to make contact with Earthlings!
Medusa stopped boasting and hurriedly explained, "This was Maximus's decision without authorization—the Earthlings built a base on the moon, and he contacted them directly. He even distributed Earthling goods to the public."
Something seemed off.
Black Bolt's brow furrowed even deeper, and he asked Medusa to accompany him outside.
The moment he stepped out of the palace, the King froze. The streets outside were covered in brightly colored graffiti—honestly, Black Bolt could not even tell what the paintings were supposed to be. They were simply bright.
Though they were extremely crude compared with the artworks he had seen, the graffiti stood out glaringly amid this city of steel and concrete—Attilan lacked the materials to create brightly colored things.
In other words, color itself was a Royal Family privilege. Underground, even light was scarce, let alone color.
Seeing Black Bolt stop, Medusa said:
"Vulgar vandalism. Things like this should never exist." In Medusa's view, scribbling all over the place—especially