End of Volume: A Crossroads Maze on Foreign Streets

People were not meant to stay in one place forever.

The hem of his black-and-dark-gold coat burned with black flames, golden Rune letters shone brilliantly, and the figure that seemed like a deity hurled an enormous Silver Spear down from the azure sky.

Its meteor-bright radiance streaked across the heavens and caught up to the enemy about to flee.

The energy-laden machine fired beams at the ground. When its final trump card was revealed, an indescribably dense Yellow Mist flooded the city.

It was as though London's great smog of the mid-Twentieth Century had returned, the side effect of the Industrial Revolution that had killed countless people in that haze.

The clear skies, from which one could once see far into the distance, abruptly became an all-obscuring veil that allowed visibility only within a single meter, concealing every figure in the scenario.

Everyone grew up. One day, you would become an adult, leave your parents, and leave your hometown.

You would go somewhere new and begin a new life.

His body cried out in agony. The numb, electric pain nearly made him weep, and throwing that enormous Silver Spear felt as though it had drained every last bit of his strength.

Within the National War's Simulation Scenario, Fang Ran suddenly realized that he had never done anything like this before.

Once again, he had entered the battle as a newcomer, scheming against a formidable enemy and staking his pride and will on a decisive showdown. Once again, at the crucial moment, he had entered as Night Raven and, as an A-rank Upper Tier, influenced the course of the battlefield.

Standing in the spotlight and drawing all the attention—doing something not because he was trying to protect anything—was something he had never experienced back when he had lived his ordinary life.