Upon leaving the room, Shiraori realized it was located within an incredibly sci-fi building.
Everywhere were glass-like reflective materials; the dark decor throughout somehow still appeared bright.
The sharp, rigid line design brought a unified subjective impression—efficiency.
Following Shiraori through the corridor, they stepped into an elevator.
The interior of the elevator followed the same style, but Jean noticed there were only two buttons: 33F and 1F. It was a private elevator.
What surprised Jean even more was that there was no sensation of the elevator starting; the numbers just kept decreasing, and within a few seconds, they arrived at the 1st floor.
This made Jean think of a term that only appeared in sci-fi works: Inertia Cancellation. Since Inertia Cancellation was a prerequisite for light-speed flight, it really wasn't surprising to find any kind of technology among the many worlds.
Shiraori watched Jean, who was full of strange thoughts, and suppressed a smile. While some sci-fi world might truly possess Inertia Cancellation technology, this elevator was not one of them; the lack of inertial sensation was simply because the elevator was a spatial device.
In Shiraori's perception, once the space stabilized, the elevator doors opened. What came into view was an incredibly magnificent hall, along with people in all sorts of bizarre costumes.
Even Jean couldn't help but let out a 'Wow.'
When the central elevator door opened and Shiraori and Jean stepped out, the bustling crowd automatically parted to both sides. Those who didn't react in time were pulled away by others, creating a clear path.
Imitating Shiraori, Jean walked through the center with composure. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "Wow, it's Lord Jean, so cool!"
At the same time, others started cheering.
The whole scene felt like a celebrity walking the red carpet, leaving Jean completely baffled, until she saw the giant screen on the hall wall playing the footage of her riding a skateboard, breaking the sound barrier, and decapitating Budo with a single slash.
"W-what is this?"
"Hmm? You mean this? Trials that involve areas outside the Reincarnation World usually have highlights of each participant clipped from the live broadcast and played here."
"Ah, wait, you said live broadcast?!"
"Honestly, among the highlights clipped this time, you were one of the coolest. You've gained quite a few fans."
"That's pretty nice. Wait, no, what's with the live broadcast?"
"Of course, it's so that all parties involved can clearly see how their 'children' are doing. But don't worry, for privacy, there's an automatically generated holy light that blocks the visuals and audio."
"Ah, geez, you should have told me earlier." Jean complained slightly.
"If I had told you earlier, would you still have made those choices and achieved those feats?"
Shiraori's words left Jean unable to retort. If the original self had known about the live broadcast, perhaps she might have put some effort into the performance aspect.
Refocusing on the surrounding environment, Jean suddenly noticed the group of four Reincarnators she had seen before, huddled together in a distant corner, looking like they were growing mushrooms.
With that excellent hearing, Jean could roughly hear things like, 'Relax, didn't we kill one Ghost King?' 'There was nothing we could do about the second Ghost King being killed by a beam of light from the sky.' 'It's good enough that we survived.'
It seemed the other Reincarnators were quite capable, but this group didn't seem very lucky; Milim's AOE had stolen their kills.
Just like that, walking and looking around, they exited the hall and arrived at the exterior of the building.
Before them, there were skyscrapers everywhere. Even though it was daytime, neon lights were flashing, and all sorts of massive billboards filled the area. Various vehicles with exaggerated designs flooded the streets, looking strangely familiar.
"Welcome to... uh." Shiraori thought for a moment and said: "Night City!"
"What the hell, Night City? No wonder it's so cyberpunk!" Jean couldn't help but complain.
"This place just became like this recently. There's a rule in this city: every so often, a large-scale competition is held to determine the city's current representative. Besides holding a founder's seat, this representative also has the right to change the name and style of this central city."
"The name is one thing, but changing the style is such a massive undertaking."
"It's said that when it was built, special modifications were made so it could freely change its style, but it still consumes resources. That's why it only changes whenever the city representative changes. It can be considered a reward for the victor."
"The victor can make the entire city change according to their whims? That sounds super interesting."
"Not long ago, this city looked like Ancient Rome; the representative at the time was a Rome-enthusiast. Just a few days ago, the new representative was a tech-build mercenary named V. So, it turned into this. As for whether it's V himself or just a hardcore fan, I don't know."
Then, a flying car landed in front of them. Shiraori took Jean inside and said: "To the Upper District Central Tower." The flying car then slowly started and flew toward the destination.
Just as the car door was about to close, in the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people holding oil paintings surrounding a machine that looked like an ATM, being taken away by people who looked like guards.
She couldn't help but retort: "Still trying to glitch the game here, huh?"
Flying above the city, Jean could finally truly observe the layout of the entire city.
First, the city was composed of three cloud-piercing giant towers as the three centers, each extending into three massive urban districts. The building Jean had just exited was actually one of these three high towers.
Although the specific details were hard to see, observing from the general colors, the Black Giant Tower area where she was currently located tended to be black overall. Even though various massive holographic advertisements made it colorful, the base color of the main buildings was dark.
The direction of the target, the White Giant Tower, was primarily light-colored. The overall planning was extremely orderly, to the point that it would make someone with OCD feel comfortable. Looking at it roughly, the terrain even seemed to be higher than this side. The area of the third, Silver Giant Tower, had richer colors and looked full of life.
The flying car wasn't moving fast—in the eyes of Jean, who used a supersonic hoverboard, it was a bit too sluggish—so she looked for a topic to chat with Shiraori.
Shiraori, having the same intention, first asked Jean a question.
"You should know about the Reincarnation Space. In your impression, what kind of place is the Reincarnation Space?"
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