Getting up early, having breakfast, attending class, studying, making friends, returning to The Cabin, chatting, fooling around, basking in the sun—these ordinary, unremarkable things,
were the everyday life he missed.
But perhaps because he had become his once-diligent and outstanding self again, or because he had found his wish during the journey,
now that he had returned to these days once more, he wanted to cherish every moment of them, yet he did not want to remain stagnant as he had before.
So he assigned everything belonging to daily life to the daytime.
When Night Sky fell, the world after dark was the world of him as a participant.
Wearing the brilliant and solemn black robes of the King of Gods, his tall figure stood out. His black eyes, with a gleaming golden right pupil, presented a completely different bearing from the one who sat in a classroom during the day.
Fang Ran appeared in the A-rank Training Ground beneath the Night Bureau and looked up at Youye's enormous mech body with dark eyes.
"Yier, did anything happen while I was away?"
Amid a miniature city where various machines performed their respective duties while revolving rapidly around mechanical towers, an Artificial Intelligence's female voice sounded:
"No abnormalities. All 473,589 incidents in Youye's auxiliary hangar have been handled normally."
Yier's answer was calm and matter-of-fact. In truth, that was indeed the case. Aside from Fang Ran, who had been granted authorization, no one else could enter this underground space.
Any intruder who ignored the warnings and forced their way in would face countless mechanisms and traps, as well as the attack of an Ultimate Power, on a technologist's absolute home ground.
Hearing that answer and looking at the Mechanical Micro-City, which had continued operating busily as usual despite him not seeing