The man who had yet to give his name had not realized the gravity of the situation.
He was extremely displeased that Ye Qiyan had called him a fool.
"Heh, the Golden Race was wiped out long ago. How would you know what they were like? I see now. This so-called Altos is nothing but a fraud fishing for fame.
You call me foolish?
I think you're the fool!
What?
Are you saying you've actually seen the Golden Race?
If you've never seen them, what right do you have to say I'm not like them?
From the moment you entered my station, no matter how powerful you are, I can easily banish you with the press of a button, and you'll never be able to return!
Altos, the moment you leave this world, every memory of what you've experienced here will become my nourishment.
Now, remember my name! I am..."
"Where's the button?"
"What?"
"I asked where this button of yours, the Platform Lord's button, is."
"What nonsense. Isn't it right...?"
The permission lockout had succeeded.
Ye Qiyan curled his lips, watching the man with amusement.
"Y-you!? How is that possible? I'm the Platform Lord! Where are my permissions? Why aren't my lord permissions working!? What exactly did you do?!"
He grew frantic, his face filled with fear.
"I just made it so you couldn't be the Platform Lord anymore. What's so strange about that?"
"No! Impossible! How could something like this happen in the Wasteland?! The Train System itself appointed me Platform Lord! I spent a fortune in Train Coins buying those permissions! Y-you're lying! You're tricking me!
Yes! That's right! It must be Bewitchment! It must be the power of a Demon Card!
I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Countless golden halos appeared in the sky. Scorching pillars