"I have to go."
Ethan no longer shared his thoughts with the old butler, because it felt like talking to a mirror—it held no meaning whatsoever.
The old butler merely nodded slightly.
In fact, Ethan had always been deeply intrigued by Holy City, the hub of human civilization, not only because it was Lindong's homeland, but also due to its unique social state. He was curious about what a society where everyone could be happy actually looked like.
He slowly raised his right hand, swiped his fingertips through the air in front of him, and instantly a crack transformed into an oval, reflecting a shadow of a city and pointing him in the right direction.
Just as Ethan stepped into the void of the crack, familiar voices of a conversation emerged from the other end.
"Navigation coordinate research project..."
In the sprawling laboratory, a male figure was facing a console displaying a holographic image, murmuring to himself.
Evidently, an intrusion had just ended here.
