Dusk.
Las Vegas.
The top floor of the Bellagio Hotel.
A tall woman held her phone, typing rapidly:
"Everything is normal."
"Or rather, everything in the Human World is normal."
"Apart from a plane crash, even the localized wars in various regions have stopped recently."
"But I have a vague sense of tension inside."
"-Like walking on a thin steel wire between towering cliffs."
"One wrong step, and I'll be doomed beyond redemption."
She finished editing the text but sent it to no one, simply tossing her phone onto the table.
The scenery outside was beautiful.
She quietly watched the red glow of the setting sun wash over the entire desert city.
"So this is the Real World..."
She murmured, recalling everything that had happened on Death Planet.
-I'm actually alive in two worlds.
She had never heard of anything like it.
On the other side of the ocean.
In a certain city.
Seventh Uncle's Breakfast Shop.
Knock, knock, knock-
There was a knock at the door.
The door opened.
A five-year-old child stood behind it, peering out curiously.
Immediately afterward.
A middle-aged woman picked up the child, then looked outside as well.
"Who are you looking for?"
The middle-aged woman asked in puzzlement.
A man wearing sunglasses stood outside, nodding and bowing:
"Well, our film crew really likes the style of your shop, and we'd like to borrow the place to shoot a production. Would that be all right?"
"A production?" The middle-aged woman looked surprised.
"Yes. We'd rent this courtyard for three thousand a day. Would that work for you?" the man asked.
The middle-aged woman turned and called, "Honey, someone wants to rent the place!"
Soon.
A middle-aged man came out and began negotiating with the man at the door.
About fifteen minutes later.
Both sides reached