There could be many answers to the question.
Every answer would have both a right side and a wrong side.
But no matter who gave them, their answers would never be correct.
For a question like this, people would only believe an answer they found themselves.
Ye Qiyan set down the camera Lisette used for photography and answered calmly:
"You need to find the answer yourself. Once this war is over, perhaps you'll know."
[Beep, beep-]
Just then.
A system notification sounded in his ears.
It was the notification sound that only appeared when someone on his friend list sent him a valid message.
"Hmm?"
Ye Qiyan brought up the Light Screen and looked at the name on it, a little puzzled.
[Zhong Mojing]
How had this old man contacted him?
"Oh, right. I almost forgot that time on this platform runs in sync with the Wasteland."
He made no effort to conceal the Wasteland's existence, because there was simply no need.
Shirley opened her eyes, curled up in the corner, and silently formed a thought in her mind.
[The Wasteland? What is that? Is it where these Heroes live? If I could enter the Wasteland, could I become a Hero too...]
Her wish seemed to have quietly undergone a slight change.
But that had little to do with Ye Qiyan.
His eyebrows rose slightly as he read Zhong Mojing's message.
Zhong Mojing: ["Mr. Altos, are you... in the Nation of Spirit Prayer? Abucado has received a mercenary contract. We'll be sending two Train Conductors below level 35 into that world to defeat you there."]
Mercenaries, after all.
Sure enough, those people up in Sky City had probably received word as soon as he entered this world.
Had they hired Abucado because they thought Abucado's people could leave both sides