Ke Meng thought for three seconds, then froze both guards' blood without another word and tossed them into his Storage Scarf.
During those few seconds of Synesthesia, Ke Meng had seen the guards' shift schedule. They worked twelve-hour shifts and had just changed over, so there was still a long time before the next change.
Ke Meng had come here to deal with the Door Organization. There was no need to show the enemy mercy.
He passed the checkpoint, pushed open a closed door, and stood before a barred gate, looking beyond it.
Ahead lay an enormous open space, where the surging crowd formed groups and moved in the same direction.
Ke Meng saw centaurs in outlandish clothing, strange creatures that were half human and half fish yet had centipede legs, and humans whose skin was entirely blue.
As far as he could see, ordinary humans made up only ten percent of the crowd. The rest belonged to nonhuman races.
Ke Meng could sense the heat within these nonhuman beings. None exceeded the total heat of the gatekeeper, the Disciple of the Door.
The crowd on the first level had not noticed anything unusual over here. Besides, their status did not seem to permit them to investigate.
Electric lights shone down from above, illuminating the space below.
Dense masses of electrical wiring covered the ceiling, with thick pipes arranged haphazardly, seemingly without any planning.
A broadcast kept echoing in his ears, speaking a language not native to the Koi Continent.
Ke Meng's spirituality was powerful enough that he needed less than ten seconds to work out what it was saying.
He gently crushed the steel bars with his fingers, opened the gate, and closed it behind him. Only then did someone finally look at him.
People lowered their heads in