A dark green, grid-like space appeared in a peaceful, tranquil Small Town.
Like the ordinary people who survived behind those megastructures, every resident of this Small Town was so emaciated that they were skin and bones, roasted by the sun until they were almost like cured meat.
Yet their faces brimmed with peaceful smiles.
As ordinary believers with lifespans of only twenty-odd years, they lived here without ever feeling any resentment.
They felt only that being alive was enough.
Being alive was a blessing from their god.
Even though this world's resistance fighters had visited several times, even though, following the False God's fall, many humans who had secretly resisted were already spreading the word, hoping to pass on this good news.
They wanted the civilians in every town and settlement who had suffered under the False God's oppression to migrate to the Eternal Cool Night brought into existence by the Otherworld Hero, and to an Icebound region that was no longer hot and would endlessly produce water from melting ice and snow.
Yet the residents of this Small Town simply remained peacefully on their own little plots of land. No one left.
They had lived here in isolation for generations.
From the first generation onward, they had maintained this way of life.
No one changed. No one wanted to change.
Because they believed.
That this, remaining unchanged, was happiness.
As long as they prayed, as long as they worked.
There would be food.
There would be water, too.
If there wasn't, then they could simply die.
Small Towns like this, ordinary people like these, seemed to be everywhere in this world that the God of Sun Wings had ruled for ten thousand years.
The train emerged from Imaginary Number Space.
This time, too, a few Imaginary Number creatures that