Luring the Boss

Atop the Iterator, above the clouds.

Mo Xi sat on the edge of the Iterator, overlooking the land below: abandoned ruins, rolling mountains, barren plains where lizards occasionally roamed, and patches of earth the contractors had stripped bare.

Honestly, she couldn’t understand why the Ancients had chosen to abandon the world and ascend. There were so many things in life worth holding on to.

To borrow the words of an Echo named “Lianzhuchenzang, Yusuiliuli”:

“Even in a place long forgotten, beauty will continue to bloom. I don’t want to leave, nor do I wish to.”

“Why are they always seeking liberation by any means, as if we were imprisoned? What has the Void given them that could take away the gift of life bestowed upon us?”

“Now! Here! This is where we should be.”

...

Just as Mo Xi was lost in thought, a faint tremor came from the Iterator below. By the time she returned to the transport ship, a group of contractors had emerged from inside the Iterator.

A monitor came out with them...