The world had evolved again.
Cities no longer stayed grounded.
Entire districts floated in layered skies, connected by glowing bridges of mana and sound. The air itself carried drifting "sound bubbles"—small spheres that replayed echoes of music, voices, and past battles like memories refusing to disappear.
Jhonathan walked through it all in silence.
"…This world keeps changing without warning."
Ahead, a massive plaza opened like a floating amphitheater.
A concert was happening.
The stage was surrounded by shifting light pillars and hovering runes that turned emotion into sound.
On stage stood three figures.
Sylviana. Jessa. Sophia.
They danced and sang in perfect synchronization, their voices merging with the environment itself. The crowd below reacted like they were part of the performance—cheering, crying, losing themselves in the rhythm.
The song echoed across the plaza:
"I Have Feelings for Jhonathan"
It spread through the floating bubbles, repeating across the sky like a confession the world couldn't mute.
Jhonathan stopped walking.
"…What is this…"
On stage, Sylviana suddenly froze mid-movement.
Her eyes shifted toward the crowd.
Straight to him.
"…Jhonathan."
The music cut out instantly.
The entire plaza went silent.
Even the floating sound bubbles paused mid-air.
Jhonathan blinked.
"…Oh."
He raised a hand slightly.
"I didn't know you three had feelings for me."
Silence became heavier.
The kind that feels like the world is holding its breath.
Jhonathan stepped back slowly.
"…I'll just go to the inn."
Night came quickly.
The inn was loud, filled with adventurers, ranked fighters, and travelers celebrating victories across the new world.
For a while, it felt normal.
Almost safe.
Then a group of drunk adventurers started causing trouble.
They shoved tables, threatened performers, and drew blades to intimidate people weaker than them.
The room tense instantly.
A 5-star adventurer stepped forward.
No dramatic entrance.
Just presence.
His aura pressed down on the entire inn like gravity itself.
The drunk attackers froze.
One of them tried to move anyway.
It didn't end well.
A blur of motion struck faster than perception—clean, precise, and overwhelming.
The attacker collapsed instantly.
Unconscious.
No death.
Just absolute defeat.
The 5-star adventurer clicked his tongue.
"…Trash."
At the entrance, Jhonathan appeared.
He looked at the aftermath, then at the shaken performers.
"…Are you okay, my party members?"
The room went silent again.
And then—
a voice from the back of the inn exploded through the tension.
"JHONATHAN!!!!!!!!!!"
And the air shifted once more.