The existence of "Infinity" had given Fang Ran power beyond all reason, but it had also caused him to skip certain experiences he should have had.
Going to North America alone, facing a massive crisis on the upper stage of the Financial Empire, where countless participants were active—it had nearly made him forget what it was like to lose his powers and be thrown into Europe.
Beyond understanding what he wanted to do and what he wanted to become,
there was the feeling of watching the Divine Art Coordinate light up again and again throughout the journey.
"Fang Ran?"
The voice on the phone no longer carried the stammering and timidity from when they had first met. Though still youthful and immature, it now held a clear change.
For some reason, Fang Ran felt a little happy and relieved.
"Sorry, Yota. Calling you at a time like this."
His fingertips scratched his cheek apologetically. Before he had left by plane, Yota had still been persisting with that "Big Brother Su Qun's Hellish Training."
There was less than half an hour left until six o'clock, but Fang Ran asked himself honestly—if it were him, after being exhausted like a dog every day, he definitely would not get up before it was time.
He could even ignore the Queen's Power Bank being slapped into his face for that.
"Ah, it's fine, it's fine. I would've woken up around this time anyway."
A voice that sounded as though he were hurriedly waving his hands in explanation came through the phone. He was probably just waking up in his custom room in the Night Bureau building. Surprised but delighted by Fang Ran's call, Yota cautiously asked,
"Um... Fang Ran, is something wrong?"
"There is something I want your help with, Yota."
Hearing him ask,