Departure hall, Li City Airport, late at night.0

The most recent flight to West Nation would take off in thirty minutes. A young man in a thin gray trenchcoat sat in the empty waiting hall, his long hair messily tied into a ponytail. His face was pale and sunken, his eyes broodingly quiet.0

There was a half-empty bottle of water by his seat. The matcha cake he had bought from the cakery was only half finished.0

The system manifested silently beside him, taking the form of the familiar dorm keeper but now dressed in the crisp uniform of airport ground staff. She sat beside Gao Yang with a polite smile.0

“Please look at the screen, sir...0