Hot summer, June.
Xu Yang stood in the bathroom, arms outstretched. High-powered ultrasonic cleansing waves swept over his body, leaving him spotless in seconds. In an instant, the annoying sweat droplets and grease disappeared, saving a lot of time.
"I can't believe we've achieved such incredible progress. Nestor Corporation's rapid expansion is like a wildfire. Our goal consists of six words: Towards fairness, towards freedom," Xu Yang said, looking at himself in the mirror.
His hair was neatly combed by two mechanical hands, ensuring he wouldn't look too shabby leaving the house.
"What on earth is the Seven Seals doing?" Farosa questioned, "Why don't they strike back? Why do our enemies surrender wherever we go? Why are the secret agents fleeing?"
