The ripples in space slowly smoothed out. The fierce battle had finally come to an end.
In the Tokyo underground base, a group of people handled the aftermath. The Platelets—the nickname for the rescued children—were led away and comforted by Oddball, and the battlefield finally quieted down.
"Huh?" Someone suddenly noticed a problem. "Where did Uncle Yang go?"
The scene had just been chaotic, but now that things were calm, more people started to realize the same thing.
"Yeah, where did Uncle Yang go?"
"And isn't Charlie missing too?"
"Where did those two old guys run off to? Were they smart enough to bail early?"
"No, no, the only one left in the shelter is that club king who ran away in a panic. I didn’t see either of the uncles. Now that I think about it, the two old guys were just here a second ago, and then poof—they vanished."
"No way... don’t tell me... Her Majesty the Queen’s dad got sucked into the battlefield?" Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. "If Uncle Yang ended up in a hyperspace war zone with that physique..."
Terrifying images flooded everyone’s imagination. The Chosen Ones were drenched in cold sweat, not daring to guess at John Yang’s fate.
However, John Yang hadn’t been swept up into the Chosen Ones’ battlefield after all.
Just a few minutes ago, when the ripple passed over Earth, John Yang suddenly felt his whole environment flip upside down.
Gale-force winds, torrential rain, thunder, lightning, skyscrapers, and a huge crowd of people tied to crosses all popped into view at once. Listening closely, he could hear terrifying roars and earth-shaking explosions—enough to make your legs go weak.
Where even is this place?
And who are all these people?
Seriously, what’s going on right now?!
Luckily, he wasn’t alone—Charlie showed up right beside him, fully geared-up and looking all serious.
“Brother Yang!” Charlie pointed at the people tied to the wooden frames. “I know these folks—they’re all world leaders!”
World leaders?
Looks like I’ve stumbled into something huge... But what do world leaders have to do with me? Better make myself scarce before things get messy.