Bab 88: Little Eden

I emerge from the virtual capsule, my senses tingling in anticipation, only to be greeted by a startling revelation. Instead of the familiar confines of the Dormitory, I find myself in an immense space—an ex-factory, just as Dea had mentioned. The air smells faintly of oil and metal, a testament to its industrial past. The ceiling looms high above me, its vastness akin to a 10-meter-tall cathedral of steel and iron. Stretching out as far as I can see, the floor is an expansive canvas resembling the width of an entire soccer field. In the middle of this grandiosity, a collection of mysterious machines beckon, their levers and screens an enigmatic puzzle awaiting decipherment.

"We utilized Atlanatis specialized transportation services to move you, Master, and all your belongings from the Dormitory to this factory," Dea's voice resounds in the labyrinth of my mind, crisp and clear as a bell.