The curtain slowly rose.
Waves of unrest swept through the Nation on the Ship.
Ye Qiyan calmly took a bite of fruit, narrowing his eyes slightly as he watched the exclamation mark flashing on the System Light Screen.
[Current system status: authority · full-spectrum blockade] [Unable to use [Communications] [Trading Platform]]
The Trading Platform and communications had been cut off.
But this was different from the direct intervention of a god that Ye Qiyan had experienced before.
This time, the blockade was the system's own action.
Some Train Conductor had used system authority to cut off system communications.
"So it's still ordinary space, not a Platform World. That's a bit of a pity."
Ye Qiyan rubbed WALL-E's head and looked thoughtfully toward the entrance to the City.
"They want people to take their trains out of the Capsule Tunnel. Is something going to happen over there?"
"Hm?"
His curiosity had only just stirred.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar explosion.
A few days earlier, he had heard exactly the same sound.
And now, that sound began ringing out all across the Alphat.
"For freedom!"
[Humans] were blowing themselves up.
Feelings of jealousy and hatred began to spread.
Thump... thump...
Something sounded.
"Friend Sancho! Do you see it?! What an enormous heart!"
"Master Don Quixote, what are you talking about? Isn't that a tall building?"
Heart...
Ye Qiyan silently looked up at the sky.
[Spirit: 400 (Witness Truth and Falsehood) (Shadow of the End)]
There, in the virtual sky.
A heart clinging to the top of a tall building kept beating and expanding.
Its beats followed a rhythm.
Each one resonated with the suicide bombers' explosions.
No.
He could even say for certain.
The appearance of those suicide bombers was connected to this heart.
Thump... thump...
Thump...
Whoosh-