Within the Ruins District, Bologue discovered that there was still some distortion in the visible space. The neatly smooth cubes were haphazardly arranged, shelves and chairs floated mid-air, and staircases spiraled upwards only to end in a dead end... Similar distortions were everywhere. At least this time, those faceless employees were nowhere to be seen and were replaced by the bustling Furyas.
Countless Furyas were busy here, industrious as worker ants, repairing the Ruins District. To Bologue, their method of repair seemed simple, like construction workers smashing deformed areas, mixing cement, plastering, and so on.
"Haha!"
Laughter echoed in his mind, and Bologue responded without changing his expression, "Did you hear that?"
"What do you think?"
Bologue pursed his lips helplessly as Aimou continued, "You'd better not let them find out."
"I know, I know."
Bologue spoke simply, but the work of the Furyas was much more complicated than that,
