Floor 22: The Boundary of the Unconscious

His firm answer leaves me speechless.

"... How long until we leave the country?"

For now, I change the subject. He’s half right, so I don’t have much to argue with.

"We have four hours left. If we leave now, we’ll make it just in time."

A chill runs down my spine. If our administrative officer hadn’t insisted we start first thing in the morning, I would’ve missed my flight. I might’ve arrived late at the World Awakeners Association, and my breast milk could’ve been rejected in the second review in the meantime.

"Let’s hurry. Are you coming too?"

"No. I don’t go out much."

"......"

True enough. If you lived with a view like this, you could get by just wandering around the neutral zones found every ten floors.

After leaving the tower, I casually dodge a few breeding dudes charging at me and head to the airport...