Chapter 348 Their Relationship

As the light shone down again, the hall became much brighter, and those groups that had once been bathed in darkness, obscurity, and sorrow were now all bathed in this holy radiance.

“To be honest, you guys…” Sheen continued, telling herself not to make trouble for no reason and to swallow that seemingly idiotic question—but she still really wanted to ask—so she spoke haltingly, “Those things from before… never mind, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

The strange feeling that had been there earlier in the salon had inexplicably disappeared—there was no way around it; for Eoubs now, no matter who it was, some things that had happened had to be left in the past. They were undoubtedly real, but they couldn't be brought up again to demand repayment—Sheen thought to himself. Regardless of what he had heard or what changes he felt there were, the fact remained that the current management was more effective than the previous one.

She looked down at the forum screen on the terminal again.

The "Judgment Day" website is still operating, but the execution reports have long been removed, and even the content has become more positive and uplifting. It's as if, after all the exaggerated revenge that the fish marketed, all those "heroes" who lost their lives have been laid to rest in the temple, finding their rightful place.

It no longer has any reason to exist.

That unprecedented war of resistance is forever etched in the illusion, leaving behind some traces.

Then, they received a new notification that the venue location had been changed at the last minute.

The group exchanged polite pleasantries for a few minutes before heading to the new banquet area.

Since this was the first time such a large-scale joint operation had been made public, celebrities like the candidates certainly couldn't be idle. The celebration banquet was tantamount to a farewell banquet, so they had to hurry up and make it happen. The higher-ups only thought that the more people who came, the better. That was the No. 2 fluctuation layer—the lair of the taboo, not to mention that there was Joseph inside who could ignore the characteristics.

But when they arrived at the new location and opened the door, they found that the lobby was empty, as if it had just been cleared out.

Hundreds and thousands of searchlights surrounded the hall from all directions, illuminating it like a dreamlike, spectacular firework display.

Yu Yu sat on the sofa in the center, wearing the same style of dress as before, her face no longer as haggard as yesterday. Holding a glass of tequila, she turned her head and spoke calmly when she saw someone enter.

"They're so slow."

One of the candidates who had been brought back from the dead sat in the center of that dazzling light, but his eyes were gloomy and dark, as if he were a newly appointed messenger of hell.

"In the short time you've been here, the other people on the list have also been on their way. However, they all seem to have some personal grudges. Several of the passenger planes that were responsible for picking them up have been dismantled, and they're fighting fiercely."

Yu Yu glanced at the group and said slowly, "The higher-ups have certainly turned over a new leaf, but no one is in the mood to deal with the mess left by the operatives. In the end, they even asked us to work together on the second fluctuation layer. What a joke."

At this point, she gave Hebrew a cold smile and continued, "Especially you, a hardcore anime fan."

Upon hearing this, the latter immediately collapsed to the ground and convulsed, first making the sound of goldfish blowing bubbles, and then crawling around the hall like a stick insect. When he found that no one was paying attention to him, he stood up dejectedly with a helpless expression that said, "I am already dead."

He Yu and Xi En seemed to be used to Hebrew's nonsensical behavior. They simply walked into the world of brilliant light, sat on the sofa, and acted calmly without any doubt.

As soon as Sheen sat down, he asked, "Are you on the list too?"

Yu Yu smiled, then turned her head to look at a corner of the venue.

“I’m not the only one who’s reluctant like me.” She paused, then explained, “You should see how utterly miserable this Yingzhou representative looks.”

Sheen turned to look—if Yu Yu hadn't specifically mentioned it, he wouldn't have noticed there was another person there at all—the other person was huddled in the shadows in the far right corner of the hall, wearing a researcher's white work clothes, barefoot, with a beautiful face created by 3D printing technology, and a very thin figure, completely hidden by the rows of empty seats.

She also raised her eyes to look at He Yu and Xi En. The war-like light burned in their pupils, and the data codes that flashed around them were floating programs called up from the entire terminal.

Sheen immediately recognized that it was a technique Pandora had learned from 252.

She glanced at He Yu, but he didn't react at all. His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a friend he had only known for a short time.

While manipulating the floating screen, Misaka Mina pieced together the communication channels that had been damaged due to the internal strife. Her fingers were busy, but her movements were skillful enough to be described as adept—clearly, she was also a top expert in the network field.

"Don't make wild guesses, your little girl is perfectly fine."

"She is currently too deeply connected to something beyond the scope of the 'level' (a concept in Chinese astrology). If she were to rashly enter the second wave layer, the original part of the forbidden substance in her body would immediately reach the critical point."

"The scene won't be what you want to see—if your own people mutate before the enemy, wouldn't that turn into sacrificing your teammates to the gods? So I had to use some means to borrow Pandora's power. Don't worry... that girl is watching a movie in Gore's room right now. If she's in a good mood—she can even watch our live stream here."

Of course, those two immature bastards fought for a long time, and Gore's face was even swollen from being bitten by Pandora, but that's nothing to mention.

"This is the infamous human head balloon, A04, Misaka Min."

Hebrew, with his conspicuous bag, had somehow appeared beside her, looking as if they were discussing a monster-fighting game: "His methods are extremely sophisticated, conceptual in nature. He's the kind of expert who can twist off your own head and play with it like a balloon."

He spoke with great relish, even handing over the bottle of wine. The latter took a sip, said it tasted pretty good, and then spat it all over the other person's face.

"Great, that's awesome, bro."

"Why do you all look at me like I have a handful of shit on my hands?"

"I don't understand, but I'm very sad."

"Waaaaah..."

Just then, everyone's terminals rang—followed by a message with ridiculously high privileges.

Sheen stared at them for a while, and no one reacted strangely, before she checked her email for new messages.

The message was brief: in 10 minutes, all the surviving candidates and top-tier operatives in the Eoubs circle would be present for the banquet, where they would enjoy the most unforgettable and heartwarming feast of their lives before heading to Wave Layer 2.

Today.

Right here.