The clock tower suspended upside down in the sky was pulled by twelve iron chains, an utterly bizarre sight.
Yet in a city like this, it seemed perfectly ordinary.
Directly beneath the clock tower lay an enormous plaza. A divine statue and countless tulip sculptures stood within it, while pedestrians filled every corner... and every single one of them was a transcendent.
There were mages, knights, and thieves. Aside from priests, nearly every transcendent profession could be found here.
Across the entire continent, there was probably no other nation, no other city like this.
Even Alchemy City, the city-state formed by alchemists, or the city-state established by those Stargazers, could not achieve such a thing.
Those city-states still had ordinary people coming and going, as well as merchants and the like, helping the transcendents acquire the necessities and services they needed for daily life.
But here, there truly was not a single ordinary person. Everyone was a transcendent.
That fact alone was enough to leave one shocked.
Even stranger were the city's buildings.
Roger looked at everything and found it absurd, bizarre, twisted, unreal. Newton's coffin lid was practically about to burst open...
Every building came in some grotesque shape, reminding him of a cartoon he had watched when he was ten.
The irregular buildings violated the laws of mechanics everywhere.
One could say those violations were offset by magic or some other transcendent power.
But many of those buildings did not even look suitable for human habitation. They were far too twisted, far too slanted. Surely it could not all be some visual illusion?
"Lady Dream really is interesting!"
The Magic Goddess sighed as she looked at everything, then shifted her attention to the crack in the sky.
It was an enormous rift, like looking at a strait from