"Don't even mention it. Just thinking about those big, green Insect People—or even the ones that look like centipedes—makes me sick."
The young man looked nauseated and cut the other two off.
"It's been over three years. More than a thousand days have passed since we were in this very restaurant, complaining about how hard it was to get a spot in the game."
"Who would've thought that in just three years, our Blue Star would change so much?"
The young man looked up at the sky.
At that moment, numerous Low Tier Transcendents were weaving through the sky above the street, aided by simple Magic Flight Suits.
Meanwhile, around the city, thousand-meter-tall towers were being rapidly constructed.
At the same time, the restaurant's television was broadcasting a news report about the Human Alliance actively building its fifteenth ecological city on the lunar surface.
