As soon as this thought occurred to him, Perkins abruptly shuddered as he hurriedly released the wire. His lips were trembling violently, and the complexion of his face was oscillating back and forth between red and blue.

He hunched over in an unsteady manner, looking down at the city below, which was only around the size of a matchbox from his perspective, and he felt as if booming thunderclaps were ringing out in his mind alongside the emergence of countless images. The sensory shock was too severe for him to bear, and he was struggling to remain on his feet.

"Mr. Perkins, are you alright?"

"What's wrong, Mr. Perkins?"

A flurry of commotion instantly rang out from behind him as the group of assessors accompanying him quickly rushed over, and he could even hear the sound of their feet thumping on the wooden floor.

His first instinct was that he had to keep them away so no one else saw what he had just seen!

"I'm fine." His arms were still trembling as he forced himself to his feet, then said to the assessors, "Let's do things as usual and go through the checklist of parameters. At this point, I'm sure I don't have to teach you how to do this. You've all been doing this for several centuries already, so I trust that you no longer need my guidance. Go on, now."

The assessors were still a little perplexed, but none of them wanted to go against...