Ten thousand years passed in the vertical span of time, yet Green remained unmoving.
Only, the street corner of ten thousand years ago had now become the center of the street. The street was far broader than before, and this place had changed from a side road beside a feudal temple into the main street of a great metropolis, with steam cars streaming endlessly back and forth.
"Uh?"
Awkwardly, Green was stuck in the road, his legs buried beneath its surface. The passersby who witnessed this scene froze completely, unable to react for a moment.
"Oh! By the freedom and democracy of Emperor Ketu, what is going on?"
Several women by the roadside patted their ample chests, stunned by the sight before them. They stared in disbelief at the man who had suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, muttering Emperor Ketu's name.
Even these roadside women were dressed rather strangely. Compared with ten thousand years ago, their attire had changed enormously—not only far more revealing, but also more devoted to displaying their individual personalities.
Beep, beep, beep!
A speeding steam car saw Green in front of it, but it was already too late to brake. Amid piercing screeches of friction and the droning blare of its steam whistle, Green came back to his senses. Just as he was about to be knocked down by the car, he simply vanished.
The car crashed into the roadside guardrail. The driver, wearing a bizarre hat, opened the door and was about to unleash a torrent of curses, only to discover in astonishment that the person from moments ago was gone. The others who had witnessed the scene also gaped wide, thinking they had seen an illusion.
Shortly afterward, several peace officers arrived to handle the traffic accident and took detailed statements