Plans Before the National War Begins

Night Bureau, Participants' Cafeteria.

Beneath the lofty transparent glass dome was an open, spacious independent platform, completely separated from the Night Bureau research staff cafeteria below. Simple, comfortable, and stylish, it was furnished with high-end tables and chairs arranged to create an atmosphere of taste and refinement, along with miniature robots diligently performing their respective duties.

Rather than a cafeteria for participants, it felt more like an exclusive upscale café where they could relax and unwind.

He casually tossed the expensive suit jacket draped over his shoulder onto the sofa, then threw himself back against it with the carefree elegance of a prodigal son returning home. Stretching his shoulders, he let out a long sigh.

"It still feels best to be home."

"My, that doesn't sound like something a wandering prodigal who enjoys traveling the world would say."

Dressed in pale, ethereal clothes that suited her archetype as a bona fide beautiful female executive, Revival smiled lightly as she teased him.

"Exactly. For someone who spends every day going wild outside and wouldn't surprise anyone if he died out there, you're actually saying something like that?"

Never willing to miss an opportunity to insult the young master, Spellcaster sneered disdainfully.

"Someone with a home who goes wild outside is called a prodigal. Someone without a home is just duckweed without roots."

Long accustomed to this guy, the young master spread his hands with a smile, then looked at his Night Bureau companions and sighed helplessly.

"By the way, aren't you all being a little too indifferent? I haven't been back in a long time. Why can't I feel even a hint of surprise that your long-lost companion has returned?"

"If you posted fewer pictures of yourself showing off your body on beaches with a circle of bikini-clad foreign girls beside