At the top of the Grove of Epiphany stood the Enlightenment Throne.
Phainon stood before the throne, flipping through a secret manual as a ripple passed through his eyes.
"God, what kind of genius wrote this? No wonder Brother Yan Huan is so amazing."
"Let me see..."
"Object control, shape-shifting, low-altitude levitation... are these really within the scope of the 'Body Refining Technique'?"
"Quit yammering." Yan Huan lay on the throne and shouted,
"Get practicing already. You have no idea how long I had to grind the Simulated Universe before I could use it this smoothly..."
"Oh? The Simulated Universe?" Phainon turned to Yan Huan with great interest.
"Is it some kind of trial?"
"Sort of. I almost played it until I puked." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"But it pays, and fighting doesn't feel so tedious."
"I can't exactly make a Simulated Universe for you to play, but once the train enters Amphoreus, I can ask whether you can cover my shifts."
"That sounds great."
Phainon's gaze returned to the secret manual.
"I'm going to start learning."
While Phainon seriously studied the words in the book, Yan Huan examined the Enlightenment Throne.
The name of this landmark seemed to come from the seat beneath his butt.
Given that Cthulhu had not previously appeared in human form, who usually sat on this throne...?
The Seven Sages did not seem important enough.
I wonder if the Grove has something like a principal...
Or perhaps Cthulhu is the principal?
"This place is really bright."
Before the throne stretched an enormous platform that radiated brilliant light even during the eternal night.
The illumination here came entirely from golden butterflies flitting through the air, as well as glowing crystals embedded in the buildings.
If this were modern times, admission to this tourist spot would