Kapitel 1198: Hymn Of Utopia

The 34th floor—Nova Realm—a hundred and ten star systems, ravaged by unstable stars, exploding planets, and comets was an apocalypse brought to life.

If the historians or strongly religious people of earth were here, they'd have scrambled to their workplace and recorded everything, while praying on the side hoping for divine intervention.

But the civilizations found on this floor had no such inclinations. They didn't bother writing down their history nor did they pray for protection.

These dwarf humans—no more than three feet—continued doing their work. Research, painting, sculpting, farming…everything imaginable under the sun.

The streets of these men and women, all had a particular tree on the sidewalks. It looked like a cherry blossom tree but it grew up from a seed to a tree, gave off glowing cherry blossoms, and died in just a minute. Then, another seed took its place.