Under the pitch-black sky, the neon lights on the streets of Shibuya replaced the vanished stars.
The road was bustling with pedestrians, fashionably dressed young men and women gathered in groups, discussing the latest released movies and TV shows.
White-collar men stood tipsily outside the entrance of an izakaya after work, waving cash to intercept Toyota Crown taxis.
The faint background sound of karaoke seeped from the floor above.
Everything seemed completely normal, like a scene of the lavish prosperity of the bubble economy era on the streets of Tokyo.
Except...
Tattoos. On the back of everyone's neck, there was a dynamic tattoo in the shape of a clock. The clock had thirteen sections, each depicting images of water lilies, deer, jaguars, crocodiles, and such.
"[Sun Dial Curse],"
The Edge Fighter glided through the air slowly like a VTOL combat aircraft, and Li Cheng sat in the front flipping through Zhu Youdong's notes,
