It was already late at night, yet the call was answered immediately.
There wasn't much substantial conversation; Ave just repeatedly confirmed their location and safety issues. Her tone sounded very agitated, even with a faint trace of sobbing, although she explained it as having eaten too many spicy chips at night, causing her throat discomfort.
The Empire is all well, and they don't need to worry.
Ethan lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, with moonlight spilling into the room.
Late at night, a question surfaced in his mind.
If his judgment of this world is accurate, then Ave, Rowena, even the far shore—are they just generated data?
No, absolutely not.
At least in his memory before crossing over, predefined data and programs could never reach such a level. Everyone he encountered in Ximu Town had their real lives, whereas only Sincaro's memory vault would more closely resemble the immature early works of technology, filled with many discordant gaps.
