The night is deep.
It's one o'clock in the morning in the city.
Only dim streetlights shine on the cold, deserted streets.
People are fast asleep.
Or rather—
People have already returned to the Death Planet.
Only those who dream can once again reach the Earth.
So things become different.
In the dark alley.
The void opens.
Shen Ye quietly descends.
"Ah—"
He yawns, stretches lazily, pockets his hands, and walks bored out of the alley.
The alley is initially silent.
But by the time he reaches the alley's exit, three people are already standing outside.
"Who are you?"
Shen Ye asks.
The few are dressed in black trench coats, sizing him up and down.
"He doesn't seem capable."
"Yes, he barely surpasses the basic attributes of a normal person."
"The Dharma Aspect probably hasn't been activated."
The few turn and leave.
Shen Ye—
Or rather, Shen Ye of the Earth's body, stands there, stunned for a moment, somewhat at a loss.
"These people are sick."
