"I always feel like I've become numb to this pattern."
Standing amidst ruins, looking at the mess before him, enveloped by dark shadows, the urban desolation left Fang Zheng indifferent. For the first time, he doubted whether humanity was particularly lacking in imagination. Why was it that every world he time traveled to was either in the process of destruction or had already been destroyed? Could they not tell stories without the world ending?
"Master, what shall we do next?"
Glancing around, Nymph asked in a low voice. They had appeared in the ruins of a house when they time-traveled to this world, and now it was pouring rain outside. If it weren't for a bit of shelter where they arrived, perhaps... they would both be drenched like drowned rats.
"I really don't know…"