"Buzzing..."
"Daddy, wake up..."
"Daddy..."
"Daddy, wake up quickly..."
Daddy?
When did I beco a father?
Mikhail thought in a daze.
At this mont, his mind was blank, still in a half-dreaming, half-awake "wandering" state after just waking up from a dream.
But this sudden, genderless, and sowhat stiff whisper dragged his mories back to the past in New Moscow City, back to the neon-lit streets shrouded in night mist, back to that chaotic and ssed-up era he stayed in.
Back then, he would lean on the balcony between the high-rise buildings, sharing a glass of vodka with his wife, looking far into the distance at the elevators moving between the sky and the ground, watching the traffic below and the bustling crowd planted with prosthetics.
The distant gunfire was a fierce drumbeat, the exaggerated neon advertisents a passionate prelude, the sound of trams whistling past was a wild chorus.
At that ti, her face was flushed from drinking, lips fiery red, her graceful figure swaying slightly in front of the railing, like a lightly intoxicated dance.
He no longer rembered her exact face, only rembered her saying,
"Mikhail, if we have children in the future, let’s go outside the city and not let them implant prosthetics like us..."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The next second, before the next tram passed, Mikhail’s pupils shrank slightly, instantly waking from his dream.
He instinctively sought the voice calling and alerting him in the dream, but in the misty Ideal Country, he found nothing.
Was it an illusion?
But that address...
For so reason, he suddenly thought of the "Artificial Intelligence" created by Michael, which was nad based on his suggestion, the sa na he and his wife agreed upon for their future child.
But I haven’t connected to that Artificial Intelligence yet, have I?
He sat up blankly, only to suddenly discover that his body was entangled in so faint black threads, unknown when. The threads constantly squird, wrapping him tightly, bringing an extrely biting cold when in contact with his flesh.
But those threads always squird on the surface of his body, never penetrating it, as if these strange threads couldn’t affect him.
Mikhail frowned, rembering that last night he drank with Hooked Kiss in the Doggie Race settlent and passed out here without returning.
"Hooked Kiss?! Hooked Kiss?!"
So, he hurriedly searched for the figure of the Whale-man Species, only to see him wrapped tightly in black threads, being swallowed into the ground.
Mikhail was terrified, struggling to rise from the threads and dashed over to Hooked Kiss, using his prosthetic arm to tear at the threads on him.
"Hooked Kiss! Get up! Wake up!"
"Slap! Slap!"
Seeing he couldn’t wake him, Mikhail quickly raised his prosthetic to deliver two loud slaps, which were so heavy that even the face of Hooked Kiss, at the Fourteenth Rank, reddened slightly.
"Ugh..."
Hooked Kiss, slapped awake, finally had so reaction, groaning in confusion without even opening his eyes, the first words from his mouth were,
"This familiar coquettish feeling... Wife?"
Well, it seems his mind hasn’t cleared yet.
"...Idiot, get up quickly, sothing’s happened!"
"What?"
Seeing Hooked Kiss completely awake, Mikhail quickly extended his hand to pull him up from the ground. During this process, Mikhail suddenly noticed more of those strange threads below the ground, ensnaring countless demi-humans becoming shriveled and rapidly overtaken by death.
This sight shocked Mikhail greatly; gritting his teeth, he stood up and walked out of the Dog-man’s room, looking at the misty, extrely quiet Ideal Country. Just as he was about to say sothing, Hooked Kiss quickly covered his mouth and pulled him back inside the room.
As Mikhail wondered, outside in the thick fog, several living creatures emitting terrifying auras dashed past like lightning. That dreadful aura swept through the streets like a tornado, shaking even the buildings ford mostly by Chun’s power.
"Ding ding ding..."
As those creatures moved swiftly, a crisp sound like silver bells echoed constantly. Mikhail instantly thought of the silver earrings hanging from Chun’s ears.
They were all Elf Species!
Behind him, Hooked Kiss, fully awake, watched with a heavy face the Elf Species rapidly passing by, heading towards the Central Stone Tower, and softly said to Mikhail,
"It shouldn’t be like this. Margaret said before they would soon master the Weaver, but now the World Tree hasn’t appeared, yet the Elves ca in first... Sothing’s off, plus there’s a thick scent of death here..."
Mikhail patted Hooked Kiss on the hand, signaling him to release his mouth. Hooked Kiss obliged, and Mikhail speculated aloud,
"Is it possible that there’s a problem with Margaret and Tangze?"
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