The video footages are a few years' worths of content showcasing Mirai's collection of items that she crafts, from the photon series with over a hundred weapons and typical support items to the aerial units, drones and the stuff that if not observed from the footages, I would never believe that they exist. "Here is the final version of the submachine gun SMG-01, with a fully improved stabiliser system and better weight efficiency. I realise that I can just copy and paste the design from the Battle Royale tournament. Their designs utilise physics concepts to simulate real-world guns. By the way, I win the 2,543rd tournament, making it the one-hundred streak of consecutive wins. The theme is not about the wealth gap, so I secure a win in just ten minutes.." Wah, it is impressive that the tournament lasts for almost fifty years. If I am not wrong, they organise that once every week, and the year's top players will be invited to a grand tournament. But what the hell? A hundred suc

- Emergency! The central square has been destroyed. Emergency! The central square has been destroyed. Cabin crew, please assist the passengers in evacuating. The siren has been set throughout the cruise ship, stealing the chill atmosphere away. I glance out the room window, giving me a fairly clear view of the whole ship. As expected, there is a large hole in the central square. Water starts to pour in like a flood. - Mirai, have you detected the source of the missile? - I turn to ask Mirai. - Not yet, but I have circled down the possible locations based on the missile's trajectory. But we will talk about it later. The ship will sink in five minutes. At this point, the drones should have evacuated, but just in case, I reload my photon pistol with another full round. We pack our luggage into the tablet's storage space and take our leave. The way to the nearest lifeboat is highlighted by the yellow lights along every nook and cranny of the ship. We u

It had been days since Albert's social withdrawal. He wanted, but he could not overcome the series of trauma that befell him. He was lost. Lost in his memories. Lost in his sense of ethics and morality. His mind was wandering among the vast pool of thoughts, which overlapped and interfered with each other into a complexity that he did not even want to comprehend. Next to him, there were empty bottles of wine, rolling on the floor. He did not bother going out to restock his groceries. He trapped himself inside his house, the only comfort zone that he probably had. Like his mind, his body wandered around the house, aimlessly. The food in the refrigerator depleted, slowly but steadily. The dust had accumulated around the house due to no cleaning. If only something would save him from this misery. "Knock. Knock." Speak of the devil. Somebody is knocking on the door. Albert remembered that he installed a doorbell but did not even care enough to question it. He made his bod

Monday, 5 July 2055, - Good morning! Let's see, Yuusha Takahashi, right? Welcome to Anderu Corporation, Tokyo branch. I will be your supervisor, you can refer to me as Yoichiro. - Thanks, Mr Yoichiro. Nice to work with you. - No problem! Let me bring you to our office. Today is the first day that I go to work. I am standing in front of the big company building, and a person in a very formal vest and tie already stands there, greeting me. Knowing that he is my supervisor through the company mail, I approach him and we exchange firm handshakes. After the talks, he brings me deep into the building. We take the lift and it brings us to the tenth floor. The lift door opens directly to a large room with a comparable table in the centre. There are many doors on the wall, neatly lined up. - This is our department. We are currently standing in the conference room, also the main room for department meetings or receiving customers, although it is t

- Clothes, checked. Personal hygiene items, checked. Laptop and charger, checked. All good. I am packing up to get ready for the temporary relocation. I need to make sure that whatever necessary luggage is put neatly in the tablet's archive. Even though Mirai's technology allows travelling back and forth in merely fifteen to twenty minutes, it is still a pain in the ass to do so. - Are you ready to go, Yuusha? - All good. I wear my tie, then polish my shoes. I need to keep a bare minimum appearance in front of the higher-ups there. Mirai is also busy gearing up. - Wait... Mirai, are you also going now? - Yea. I need to scout them to see where they would accommodate you, then rent a nearby hotel or house to make easy contact with you. - I thought you can simply intercept their emails or something. - I did, but I could not find any. So I would just fly there in advance and peek at them. Mirai goes to our backy