Looking up at the distant stars, many people felt awed, thinking themselves smaller than grains of sand in the universe. Yet just as many had dreamed of conquering this expanse of stars, or else no one would have made the sea of stars their future goal.
However, Earth's technology seemed to have gone somewhat astray. Everyone had been busy slaughtering their own kind on the ground, developing countless highly efficient weapons for killing, while technology such as interstellar travel had remained stuck at a bottleneck.
Tonight, beneath this starry sky, New York City blazed with lights.
The shrill wail of alarms and the sound of shattering glass rang out. In the past, plenty of people would have called the police or hidden away, terrified of getting dragged into the trouble.
But things were different now. The moment the alarms sounded, countless nearby residents leaned out their windows to see where the incident had happened. At the same time, they had already taken out their phones, intending to record everything.
A jewelry store had been robbed. A person wrapped head to toe in black clothes was riding a strangely shaped glider down the outer wall from the fifth floor.
The glider looked rather like the Goblin Glider produced by Osborn, except its design was somewhat crude and clunky, as though it had been pieced together from massive metal parts. It could not fly, either, and could only glide along surfaces through an effect similar to magnetic levitation.
Clearly, it was a knockoff, but it was enough to let its rider move nimbly across New York's skyscrapers.
The police certainly could not catch a criminal like this. Their patrol cars did not come with wall-climbing functions, and even with helicopter support, they would have no way of capturing him.
Besides, people had