Milly stayed with Green. Ever since they had encountered the Media God, they had never left this world again.
The two became just another pair among countless subway commuters. Aside from the rumble, rumble of the train and the conductor's station announcements, there was no other sound. Though the vast subway car was packed to the brim, it was eerily silent. Everyone held advanced smartphones and wore wireless smart earbuds, immersed in the worlds of machinery and media, forgetting completely within a few short millennia the prayer habits cultivated over tens of thousands of years.
New episodes of serialized dramas, celebrity gossip, the latest cutting-edge technological products, fashion shows, new albums, new films, game commentary and team introductions, live sports broadcasts, news, short dramas, animation...
Endless media information occupied far too much of people's time, keeping them before screens every day—excited, delighted, happy, sorrowful—wholly immersed in the Media World, unable to pull themselves free.
As for whether the world beyond was truly composed of infinite time and infinite space, they had long ceased to care.
Naturally, they no longer spent time praying to the God of Time or the Starry Sky Celestial God. Given that time, people would rather nap for a while in a short-distance mechanical vehicle or browse some dull news.
Machinery and media were shrinking the distance between this planet and other planets, while also making people fearless. They scorned the time and space they had once prayed to and worshipped. People believed that, by using media to link together the wisdom of all humanity, they would inevitably create machines capable of controlling time and space, governing everything they saw and imagined, and planning the operating order of the Endless World.
Humanity, arrogant to the utmost extreme, truly resembled the ancient wizards before the Second War of