Sci-fi brilliance, a moment of witnessing the future in a flash,
the mechanical precision of blazing-orange lamp posts and the neon splendor of virtual road signs without a single vehicle in sight, various high-tech facilities gleaming with a faint blue tint spread across the streets,
luxury-store-like upscale storefronts on both sides of the road displaying large-scale armed projections inside glass walls several stories high,
huge holographic screens above repeating endless product combat footage, and towering high-rise office buildings with sharp, straight angles piercing the sky overhead, blazing with dazzling light,
under the pitch-black night sky, the visual impact of this scene was incomparably strong!
The unique treasure of the entire night battle world—a scene fragment capable of permanent, open existence,
rumored to be the reward from a scene decades ago, after a group of powerhouses who had now become Zero Riders and Executive Officers went through nights of intricate open and covert struggles,
the A-class winner of that year instantly made a name for himself, and possessing this protagonist-style portable space, he later cooperated with the Covenant,
ultimately creating the miraculous New York Black Market before their eyes!
Coming here from the entrance on Staten Island, even though he knew long in advance that it existed outside of reality, looking at everything before his eyes,
Fang Ran still felt a shock that exceeded his expectations,
compared to the low, cramped streets of the Houston underground, with skyscrapers lining the area and a scene district based on a high degree of prosperity completely sci-ified, this was an entirely different level of specification,
and more importantly, just how many participants were there, so numerous that it was impossible to perceive clearly?
Hundreds? Thousands?
The City of Participants.
Instinctively thinking of this word, Fang Ran finally understood why the ticket here was ten