Until the door opened and then closed, nothing happened.
Green let go of the doorknob and turned to look at the stairwell.
The stairwell looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in decades, and was thick with dust. A rotten stench drifted through it.
There were no footprints or other traces on the floor. Thinking of the way the female corpse had left just moments ago, Green came up with a theory.
"Is there a certain range limit? They repeat the actions they performed in life, but because the world has collapsed, they don't repeat everything—only the important parts!"
"Or maybe only living beings closely connected to the entity itself before the apocalypse trigger it?"
Thinking this over, Green headed down the stairs.
Was he right or not? He only needed to keep testing.
Once downstairs, Green headed straight for the street outside the residential complex.
Beneath the cold moonlight, the nearest street was eerily silent!
A breeze whistled softly, blowing scattered leaves everywhere.
Green continued down the street, searching for anything of value.
Half an hour later, Green stopped in front of an apartment building by the road.
The building had six floors. Light shone from the window of a room on the Third Layer, where a figure was excitedly waving at him.
The figure didn't dare make a sound and could only gesture.
Green could understand the situation.
In the Intermediate State world, even the sound of a door opening or closing could disturb the Laws. Making no sound was the safest option.
"Living people! Survivors?" Green's eyes lit up. He waved slightly to tell the figure not to do anything too drastic, then headed for the building.
Whoosh!!!
The moment Green reached the apartment building and stepped inside,
he sensed an invisible ripple in space. Chaos and