The vast sky is covered by the dome of the construct material, and countless layers are stacked upwards as if there is no end. Beneath the dome is a huge area with endless buildings and instruments, seemingly endless staircases and large sloping squares, sheep's intestines and imposing halls, religious halls, angular arsenals, huge chimneys, and pinnacles piercing the zenith. But all this is full of inorganic coldness, and there is not the slightest hint of greenery - the plant is completely invisible except in the greenhouse. What kind of life the aborigines used to live here can only be imagined based on what they see in front of them, and it is a chilling coldness, as orderly as a machine.

However, whether it is cold or warm, mechanical or human, there is not much record of the past, and the scene that should have been accustomed to it has been completely distorted.

A completely distorted form, in nature, in a visible and tangible substance, and in a disposition that is felt from the heart of the self—distorted, not in a past tense, but in a change in the present tense. As if coming from the center of the earth, as if falling from the sky, as if breeding from the air, as if from nothing, a strong and peculiar shock wave destroyed several areas of the ruins of the Ruling Bureau one after another in just one time, and the "many" here is not a countable number, because no one has ever known how big and how many areas this ruin was once considered by some mysterious experts to be the "mysterious birthplace" and the "source of the gray fog".

In the past, to get from one area to another, you had to cross the hidden dangers in each area, and the surveillance of the ubiquitous security network and the infestation of crazy security guards always made it impossible for the mysterious experts who ventured into it to reach the end of the area. And once you reach the end, you will often see the "wall" that is like a prison wall, enclosing the entire area. To say that it is a "wall" is just a description, and more broadly, it is a large area of things that block people's normal access to other areas, and no one knows what this thing is for, but it is hard enough, huge enough, and connected to the dome, like a huge shell, but there is often a lot of movement going on on in this shell, and there are many dangers in it.

In order to travel from one area to another, the occultist has to take a greater risk than walking in the area, finding the "gate" from the "wall" that is too large to see the main body, and the "gate" comes in a variety of forms, some of which can be seen at a glance, and some of which are very hidden in both form and location.

That's it, reach the end of the area, find the gate, open the gate, and enter another area. Almost all of the occult experts who have experienced it firsthand believe that most of the natives in the Ruling Bureau will never enter another area during their lifetime. They are like prisoners in a huge prison, and the forms of life they form in the area where they live, as well as their own way of being and social structure, are absolutely inconsistent.

However, the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, which are divided into closed areas, are distorted by forces that come from nowhere, as if they are pouring from all imaginable places. This power ignores any material closure, as if pouring out from the so-called "core" or "center" that seems to exist but has never been discovered by mysterious experts, and also gives the impression that it has invaded from outside the entire ruins of the Ruling Authority.

The first wave of impact, which directly destroyed the buildings, staircases and squares, was like dropping a huge bomb, setting off a terrible storm that broke and tore all the objects protruding from the ground, throwing debris into the sky, smashing the dome and chiseling the "walls". Everything that once served as a prison to prevent people from moving from one area to another has been shattered. However, this is not the end, this shockwave that destroys everything, and it never came to open the way for people's rebirth.

Because, in this apocalyptic fantasy that once encompassed the normal social world and the ruins of the ruling bureau, there are almost no people left who can be said to be "alive" in the sense of common sense. Normal society has died out, and the ordinary world to which people are accustomed, in the midst of terrible wars, has become a ruin full of radiation as one can imagine, even the rain that falls from the sky is black, storms, earthquakes, volcanoes and tsunamis shake all the continental structures that protrude from the sea level. Before the sinking of the island, people were unconscious - the fortress-type weapons "repeaters" excavated and built by mysterious experts collided with each other, setting off a storm in the collective subconscious of mankind, and those who could not resist this impact from the conscious level had their self-consciousness ended before their physical death.

The blow that comes from the collective human subconscious, ignoring individual differences, and from the bottom of the great group structure of "humans", a cruel and complete elimination of all normal people and mysterious experts. Regardless of whether they are in the normal world or in the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, they cannot escape the blow of consciousness from the depth of human connection, and no matter what kind of person they are, they cannot resist this blow by relying solely on the strength of their own consciousness.

Among the survivors, if they are human beings, they must be protected by "mystery", or, in a sense, they have gradually distanced themselves from "human beings" in the sense of common sense, whether it is their material composition or their ideology, they have a certain degree of commonality that is different from the human group.

Whether it is a human being, or a non-human existence that has been biased, or a non-human existence at all, it can be seen in the London Repeater.

In the vast area, the London Repeater was suspended in the air in the form of a "lotus", it resisted one impact after another, but in the face of the ongoing distortion—the distortion from the deviant ritual of the torchlight—this lotus-shaped form could not help but ripple, and although the overall shape had not changed, the details had begun to distort, as if this distorted force was turning the hard shell of the repeater into plasticine, kneading it little by little.

Changes in the surface shape of repeaters are always only linked to changes in their intrinsic properties, and major changes in their intrinsic nature are often fed back to their shape.

The changes that have taken place on the surface of the London Repeater today are not only due to the distortion of the ritual of deviation, but also from the internal conflict.

The London Repeater cruises in mid-air, passing through one gap after another, from one area to another, and at its cruising speed at this point, it only takes ten minutes to do so without hindrance. However, all sorts of things in the distorted area are trying to stop it from cruising.

It is completely impossible to see what these distorted things originally looked like, what their original structure and inner being, and what kind of function they originally had. They were tangled together in twos and threes, united in a strange spiral, and the once hideous outline was softening, its curves so soft that they seemed to swing at any moment—and it wasn't long before they were really swinging, like giant tentacles, which seemed the outside, but had a creature-like wriggling feeling. They are enormous, but they are small compared to the outline of the region as a whole, and to the scope of the entire Governing Board.

They are like flagella on the surface of ancient single-celled lifeforms.

With deep malice, the flagellals attempted to intercept the London repeater, but just as they were about to whip at the repeater, they passed through the trunk's silhouette, as if they were attacking not an entity, but an image.

Immediately afterwards, in a relatively smooth place where flagella had not produced, whether it had been part of a wall, floor, or dome, or some other functional structure, all began to grow large mouths and eyeballs. In the ruins of the Ruling Bureau, the inorganic and cold sense of material that has lasted for an unknown number of years is being eroded by a more vivid, more flexible, and more lifelike appearance and dynamics. As far as the eye can see, almost every object is becoming part of some kind of super-giant creature - these things, including the London Repeater, are like being inside a super-giant life form that cannot see its full extent.

At this moment, everything, including the repeater, seems to be digested by this super-giant lifeform, or has become part of the internal structure of this super-giant lifeform.

Either become part of this indescribable being, or be eaten by it. The London Repeater is moving fast in such a treacherous environment, and with its own peculiarity, it seems that it can hold out for a while.

This is what Dorothy knew.

When she touched the "super system" that emerged from the void, this kind of scene that was presented from a vast and penetrating perspective that ordinary people could not possess appeared in her consciousness and was narrated in her mind. Let her re-realize how bad the situation of herself and others is now.

A hundred times worse than expected. Before entering the final battle, it was as if he and the others had to confront the "whole world". Because, as far as the eye can see, there is no half of his companions, and it even makes people wonder if only himself and Omi in front of him are still alive, and everyone else is dead.

Inside the London Repeater, in the corridor where Dorothy was, there was a dead silence for half a moment. Dorothy seemed to freeze, and only her fingers touched the "super system" like a tablet. When her consciousness shrank back from the perspective of time and space, time seemed to flow again.

The tablet fell into her hand, silent, as if it had stopped working. Opposite her, Omi, dressed in a researcher's white lab coat, was as emotionally stable as ever, completely unmoved by Dorothy's contact with the Super Department. Her hands were in her pockets, and her gaze seemed to seep out of the gloomy front hair, with a coldness that made people shiver all over her body.

"Dorothy, you should understand that there is no chance of winning." Omi's voice is completely emotionless, even in the past, she was considered an impersonal guy, giving the impression of being like the inhumane mad scientist described in the movie, who eradicated humanity and emotion, but, even at that time, she used to express her emotions, and many people in the Internet ball know that she and Takakawa dated for a while, and then got a marriage certificate, and are legally recognized couples, although most people think, The relationship between the two is more like that between a researcher and a research material, but it is undeniable that Omi herself often acts like a wife in front of others—she seems to be full of enthusiasm when she was considered cold in the past compared to what she is now.

"It's not up to you to say whether you have a chance of winning." Dorothy clung to the supersystem, and the bodily sensation that had been uncomfortable receded like a tidal wave, and now, she felt that a part of her mind could finally run in the direction she had set for her. The body was still hot, but the cold sensation oozing from the hard surface of the super system seemed to penetrate the skin and spread throughout the body, beginning to suppress the heat in the body.

At this time, Dorothy could clearly feel that her condition was improving. Although I don't understand why Omi didn't attack when she was in a bad state, but since this was the case, she wouldn't be pretended to be polite. If the original prediction of the winning rate was almost zero, then the current winning rate is at least 30%.

"Yes, what I'm saying doesn't count." Omi raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "However, in this repeater, I am not the only one who really has the right to speak." ”

As Dorothy had already guessed, one of the three pillars, "Marceau", appeared next to Omi, its figure looked translucent, as if it were just an image, but Dorothy knew very well that "Marceau" was ubiquitous in the London repeater, sometimes in the form of a physical object, sometimes just an image, but in fact, she, or rather, it, was an intermediate state that could change its form and nature in an instant. No one can figure out what constitutes the basis of her: is it a piece of information? Is it a particle? Or is it a wave? Is it some kind of special energy? It can only be confirmed that its human form is only a disguise, a superficial layer suitable for human discernment and recognition.

Even if the humanoid "Marceau" was smashed to pieces, it would not cause substantial damage to it.