Night deepened, and neon lights cast long shadows across the streets.
The pleasant dinner came to an end. Of course, it had not been pleasant for Nolan, but who cared?
Like a tagalong, Nolan voluntarily helped Debbie clear the dishes.
Sparta sat on the living room sofa, pressing buttons on the controller. The television displayed the famous game called Grand Theft Auto 7.
Anyone who had ever played games would find it hard not to have heard its name.
He controlled the in-game character, rampaging through the streets and occasionally getting out of the car to greet a few passing NPCs with his fists.
After playing for a while, Sparta set down the controller and turned his gaze toward the night outside the window.
He rose from the sofa and loudly bid farewell to everyone in the living room:
"It's getting late. I should head home."
He left the apartment, crossed the street, and entered his cozy home.
After taking a shower, he lay in bed and scrolled through short videos for a while before finally falling asleep.
Time flowed past Earth like water, silent and unnoticed.
In the blink of an eye, several years passed. Earth had not changed much because of the Viltrumites' presence. The sun still rose as usual, and the cities remained bustling.
The ones who had changed the most were those once-proud and indifferent Viltrumites.
New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, London, Moscow, Tokyo... Viltrumites were spread throughout the world's major cities.
No longer did they stand above others as conquerors like they had in the eras of Algor and Thragg. With Sparta's tacit approval, they truly integrated into human society.
Some entered schools and became astronomy professors. After all, they could fly freely through the cosmos, and no one understood the mysteries of the