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As my feet pressed against the earth, I felt solid feedback beneath me. With all my senses focused, I could say with confidence that I was truly standing on solid ground.

The ephemeral scenery unfolded like a continuous stream. Warm sunlight, a soft breeze, birdsong, and the sweet scent of flowers filled the air. If I hadn’t known better, I might have believed I had stepped into an unexplored corner of the continent, and the whole Void Mist ordeal was just a dream.

“Come to think of it, I don’t even have any local currency to thank you with.”

I said this while Johnny efficiently piloted his Walk Rider, a two-legged, mana-powered machine that resembled a motorbike. I sat on the back seat, knees together, holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance. I had already put away both Gilles de Rais and La Vie en Rose, since they would only get in the way.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t need anything. If anything, I kind of invited myself into your situation,” Johnny said casually. He steered the vehicle using a command orb, even though the handlebars looked more decorative than functional. The machine ran on something called Megin, which seemed to be this world’s version of mana-fuel.

The Walk Rider wasn’t the only strange thing. Johnny had clearly seen me store my weapons into the ribbon pouch at my waist, but he didn’t even bat an eye. It was like he’d seen that kind of thing a hundred times before. Maybe this world was even more technologically advanced than the Continent.

Still, I kept my guard up. Everything about this place, including Johnny’s overly generous attitude, set off quiet alarms. I had asked if he could show me around Faximile since he was already taking me there, and he had agreed without hesitation.

“Hmm… not to be rude, but is being an ‘All-Rounder’ actually profitable?” I asked.

“That’s kind of a rude question, you know… but I’ll let it slide,” Johnny said with a chuckle. “Honestly, it’s more of a hobby than a job. I don’t make much from it. But I’m not doing it for money. If you don’t do good deeds, your Karma Points won’t go up.”

“Karma Points?” I echoed.

That term again. I remembered seeing it on his National ID card earlier—his Karma score had been listed as +63.

“Looks like you need the full explanation, huh…” Johnny sighed.

He let out a small sigh and began to explain. In Millennium, every citizen is baptized at birth and receives a National ID. Everyone in the kingdom follows the Sacred Teaching, and this system is how they’re monitored and protected.

There’s no real social hierarchy, but clergy members serve as guides and supervisors. While ordinary people are classified as B-level citizens, clergy are ranked at A-level.

Karma Points are automatically tallied based on your daily actions—both good and bad. As the saying goes, God is always watching. The higher your Karma, the closer you are said to be to the divine, and the more respect you receive from others.

On the other hand, if your Karma drops into the negative, penalties kick in. Minor offenses require you to do public service until your score is positive again. But serious crimes, like murder, result in being sent to a place called the Endless Souls Monastery, where your soul is supposed to be purified.

No one’s ever come back from there, though, so what actually happens is a mystery.

Apparently, there were no other nations besides Millennium. Naturally, Johnny had asked where I came from. I mumbled something vague and managed to deflect the question.

Honestly, everything about me screamed ‘suspicious’ in this place.

“Maybe this is the Azure God’s idea of guidance,” I muttered.

But Johnny didn’t push. He accepted everything at face value. I couldn’t help but wonder—was he just naturally optimistic, or simply too trusting?

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I narrowed my eyes as the holy city of Faximile came into view.

I had never visited the holy city in my own world, so most of what I knew came from the aerial glimpses I caught during the battle with Shima. Even from that limited perspective, I could tell this Faximile was vastly different from the one I knew.

The architecture here was unlike anything I had ever seen. Many of the buildings were adorned with seamless mother-of-pearl inlays, reflecting light with a gentle shimmer. Graceful bridges connected structures like suspended ribbons, while the intersections of wide streets opened into lively plazas filled with greenery and bursts of colorful flowers.

Everything seemed meticulously arranged. All around us, bipedal mana-powered machines like Walk Riders moved alongside circular-wheeled motorbikes. Above, small personal flying vehicles zipped between buildings, their wings fluttering like insects in motion.

“This city is really something,” I commented.

Johnny puffed out his chest, looking as proud as if he had designed the place himself.

“Right? All thanks to the Azure God,” he said, pointing to a towering blue structure that rose so high it seemed to pierce the sky, completely eclipsing the other skyscrapers around it.

“Is that the Blue Divine Tower?” I asked.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of it? That’s the one. It’s the heart of this world, where the Azure God lives!” Johnny replied with a grin.

So, the Azure God’s influence really did run deep here, just as I had suspected.

After passing through the city gates, Johnny pulled into what looked like a designated parking area and left his Walk Rider there. From there, he began showing me around. The city had all the signs of advanced civilization, but there was something about it that felt strangely lifeless.

That was the first thing I picked up on.

It wasn’t immediately obvious. The city looked prosperous and crowded. Everyone I passed seemed healthy, and by appearances, they were living well. Yet despite all that, something about this place felt even more lifeless than Alra or Wirde. In fact, the atmosphere was more drained than even Livitium, the capital of Sirent, a small but somber nation.

“By the way, aren’t you hungry? There’s a great diner nearby. My treat,” Johnny said casually.
“Sure, I’ll take you up on that,” I replied.

I wasn’t especially hungry, but I figured it was for the best. Sometimes, the surface doesn’t tell the whole story. You have to live inside it to understand.

When we stepped into the restaurant, it was packed, likely due to the lunch rush.

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