In the distance, an iron tower rose high, a few mice ventured together from the corner where he stood.
Calling out companions, swaggering through the market, as arrogant as could be.
"I escaped..."
Coming out of the box, Yeloin saw the long-lost sunlight and couldn't help but raise his hands and laugh out loud.
No onlookers, the passersby reached their limit of understanding; they've seen every kind of scene, a drunken man without clothes... oh, his underarm is quite pale, must be an outsider.
After laughing for a moment, Yeloin continued to flee, the box couldn't hold back the Ancient God, the Earth could turn pale at any moment, better to laugh later in the safe house.
On the far side of the Moon, the spaceship that brought him and Yalien to the Solar System was stored, carrying star maps of other Cosmic Empires.
If he could find a way to recreate a box, he could still strive for the supreme realm of the Ancient God.
"Next time we meet, I won't let you chase me anymore..."
