8:40 AM, Fixed Wing District, east side.
Shiyu Lianyi stood at the crossroads, waiting for the traffic lights to change.
In the chat group, his friends were bantering as usual. Gongsun casually snapped a photo on his way back, poking fun at the ugliness of a new type of building, Qin Qianbai responded with an emoji, Qiluo occasionally sent some emoticons, Mo Yuankai had just shared an animation news... Nothing interesting to see, nor anything worthwhile to chat about, the lines filled with the enthusiasm of wasting time in high spirits.
Shiyu Lianyi had no way of knowing that this was all the result of information manipulation; the almighty Curse Scale also needed to be triggered actively. Even less could he know that in his real field of vision, the glossy screen was reflecting light, casting a red shadow sliding toward him.
He was engrossed in the routine ambiance, feeling relaxed and at ease, only thinking that the morning sunlight was a bit too strong.
