"It's been years since I've seen such chaotic streets."
Brian threaded his way through the nighttime streets of Los Angeles, listening to the occasional wailing that reached his ears, and strangely felt a bit nostalgic.
The dead silent street, he moved like a ghost.
Occasionally a car would pass by, and it astonishingly drove right through his body, completely unaware it passed through a living person.
Brian was not surprised by this.
He was currently, in fact, in the Spirit Realm, and had not directly descended into the Material Realm.
For some reason unknown to him.
After leaving the Time-Space River, he had felt a heavy oppression in his heart.
His intuition told him.
It would be best not to meet himself at this point in time and not to use his powers casually to change anything at this time point, otherwise dangerous things might happen.
Brian didn't understand, but he heeded it.
