"Voyage."
He sank into the warm Nether Abyss.
When Ye Qiyan opened his eyes.
The scene before him had already changed.
"I said last time that it would be my last time coming back here."
[Arrived at Level Twelve Trading Platform World · Black Market · Trade Star]
Miatila's voice sounded beside his ear.
Once again, he had returned here.
Ye Qiyan stretched, feeling especially refreshed.
There was no clamor of battle, much less that sense of urgency from the outside world.
Trade Star was already out of danger.
And it had changed considerably, too?
"No one's here."
There was no one else in the Hot Spring Inn.
Ye Qiyan walked out the door, and the first thing he saw was the enormous Star Ring in the sky, still shattered.
Yet beneath that Star Ring, countless cargo ships passed through all kinds of world portals, transporting goods without pause.
In the streets, employees wearing Black Market insignia were at work.
Many visiting Train Conductors were making purchases in the shops.
Even the Black Market Terminal he had destroyed with his own hands had been completely rebuilt.
Everything that had happened before seemed like the moon reflected in water, flowers in a mirror-nothing but a dream.
But clearly, the shattered Star Ring in the sky proved that everything that had happened not long ago from Ye Qiyan's perspective was by no means an illusion.
It was just that this planet was healing itself at an extremely fast pace.
"A Level Twelve world. Looks like the time-flow ratio must be pretty high now."
Ye Qiyan brought up the Light Screen and checked the ratio through the Time-Flow Synchronization module.
[1:200]
"Sure enough, it's not low."
He understood, and was just about to contact someone when a pleasantly surprised