Half a month later.
Plymouth City—the capital of the Invis Empire!
Compared with the layer of history Aaron had inhabited, this city had expanded outward again, with several satellite cities added.
Other than that, its layout was not much different from what Aaron knew—except for the absence of two districts.
One was the Ruined District, and the other was the hidden Black Queen District.
After all, the Invis Empire had enough strength to eliminate the Ruined District's pollution. The Suppression Bureau and the Extermination Bureau, not to mention the Sun God Church's Inquisition, would never permit the existence of a so-called "Black Queen District." Plymouth was undoubtedly where the Empire's top combat forces were most concentrated...
Any Beyonders hiding here could be said to be thoroughly miserable.
It was precisely eight in the morning. The morning mist had yet to disperse, thick clouds piled across the sky, and only the occasional thin ray of sunlight spilled down.
Xiling Dock District.
A steam-powered passenger vessel was moored at the docks, and rows upon rows of passengers descended from its gangway.
As the Empire's capital—the foremost city on the continent, even in the world—the capital effect was immensely powerful, drawing in a constant stream of people from all over the world every day.
A tall middle-aged man in a brown trench coat and hat, carrying a black suitcase, arrived at the security checkpoint.
"Identity card!"
The inspector in a black uniform spoke without expression, numb as a machine.
His face was filled with exhaustion and dark circles from the crushing workload and lack of rest, yet he did his best to keep himself alert.
Because this job had not come easily—and because Suppression Bureau personnel were watching nearby!
The middle-aged passenger obediently handed over his identity card, which the inspector inserted into