233 Comet Street.
The house Black Mansa had introduced was a two-story concrete building. The first floor could serve as the front of a clinic, and there was also a basement that could be used as an operating room.
The second floor only needed a little tidying before it could be lived in.
Although... Aaron had no appetite at all for the various nutrient pastes and nutrient solutions Chloe and the others had bought, he still expressed his thanks.
After seeing them off, he shut the clinic door and cleaned the rooms by himself.
"Pure, natural green vegetables and meat are actually still the exclusive privilege of the noble lords of the Upper City... Well... high-quality resources concentrating in the hands of the higher-ups, coupled with this world being overexploited until vast stretches turned to desert—it doesn't seem entirely incomprehensible..."
Aaron sat cross-legged and pressed his brow, releasing a trace of his inspiration.
The scene of the last time he had gathered the Invisible Cult was still vivid in his mind.
In the blink of an eye, seas had turned to mulberry fields.
'Without me presiding over regular meetings, they can still pray to the Spirit of Void and receive a degree of spiritual support... They should all be doing quite well...'
'Besides that, Mother Nature and Motula will clearly continue to survive... so long as they aren't terribly unlucky and run into Fate Controllers in the Spirit Realm?'
Time slowly passed, until late at night!
At a certain moment, Aaron froze.
He heard a prayer!
"Spirit of Void... who wanders through... the unknown!"
"An existence of absolute... neutrality!"
"The silent observer..."
"I pray to You, hoping that You will grant me Your protection and bestow upon me a sweet dream..."
A childish voice entered Aaron's ears.
"That honorific