Chapter 735: Reuniting with others

Meanwhile, Max continued to slice through the sky, the howling winds tugging at his hair and robes as he finally reached the jagged edges of the Berserk Lightning Region, where the perpetual storms faded and calmer skies stretched out beyond.

With practiced efficiency, he pulled out a sleek object from his spatial space—a slender device gleaming with runic lines that shimmered faintly in hues of silver and azure, the void shuttle gifted to him by Lyra.

Max boarded swiftly, settling himself into the compact cockpit as the shuttle’s translucent canopy slid shut over him with a soft hiss. "It feels like I’m controlling a spaceship in a VR game," Max muttered to himself, a grin tugging at his lips as he placed his hands on the shuttle’s controls.

Intrigued by the sheer responsiveness of the craft, he guided it with subtle movements, marveling as the shuttle obeyed his slightest thought, gliding seamlessly through the skies with incredible speed and smoothness. Clouds rushed past in streaks of white and gray, the sunlight breaking through in dazzling shafts as he crossed the distance toward his next destination.

Not long after, the jagged mountains and raging storms of the Berserk Lightning Region gave way to a calmer landscape, and Max finally arrived before the sprawling border of the White Town Region, where gentle hills and neat towns lay bathed in clear light. With a final smooth maneuver, he brought the void shuttle to a halt and stepped out.

With a thought, he triggered its compact mode, watching with quiet fascination as the entire shuttle shimmered and collapsed in on itself until it shrank down to the size of a slender finger.

Max tucked it away with a satisfied nod, casting one last look over his shoulder toward the distant storms before striding forward into the White Town Region, his mind already racing with the next steps of his plan.

"Black Cube should be at the capital city of the White Town Region," Max muttered under his breath, his fingers gliding swiftly over the smooth surface of his holowatch as a detailed, glowing map blossomed into view.

His eyes flicked across the digital display, tracking the thin silver lines of roads and the flickering icons marking cities, before settling on the shining marker labeled White City—the seat of power for the entire region.

The White Town Region, he noted with faint amusement, was in many ways like any other place in the Middle Domain in terms of size and layout, but it had one peculiarity that set it apart: nearly every single building, from towering civic halls to modest shops and homes, was painted a stark, gleaming white.

From the research he’d done before coming here, Max knew that this distinctive aesthetic wasn’t just coincidence or local fashion—it stemmed from the peculiar preferences of the third-class force that ruled the region, a force whose elders were so enamored with the color white that they’d gone as far as officially renaming the entire territory White Town Region and decreeing that all structures within their domain be painted to match their obsession.

The result was a landscape of pristine streets and whitewashed buildings that glowed almost ethereally beneath the bright sun, creating a sense of uniform purity that, to Max, felt both elegant and faintly oppressive.

Shaking off his thoughts, he made his way toward the nearest transportation station, his boots clicking softly as he maneuvered through sparse crowds of locals clad mostly in pale robes that mirrored the color of their surroundings.

Reaching a sleek, glass-paneled terminal, he quickly booked himself a ticket for the next available floating train, his holowatch chiming softly as the transaction was confirmed. Barely a minute later, the train arrived with a soft, humming whoosh, gliding soundlessly to a halt before him, its carriages gleaming like polished ivory under the sunlight.

Max stepped aboard, the doors sliding shut behind him with a gentle hiss as the train surged forward, lifting slightly into the air, its anti-gravity engines casting shimmering ripples along the white-tiled platform as it pulled away.

He knew that in most regions of the Middle Domain, the cities housing a Black Cube were typically the capitals, serving as vital hubs for commerce, travel, and access to the Battle Realm. And in the White Town Region, that place was White City—the shining heart of the territory, and precisely where the floating train was now racing him.

Reaching the sprawling expanse of White City, Max stepped off the floating train and strode through avenues lined with ivory towers and white-paved streets glinting under the clear sky, his eyes fixed firmly ahead as he navigated the bustling crowds clad in their customary pale robes.

Without pausing to admire the pristine symmetry of the city, he headed straight for the towering structure that dominated the skyline—a colossal, obsidian cube hovering serenely a few meters above a vast plaza of polished white marble.

Max approached the structure with brisk determination, passing through the security formations and showing the insignia of the Great Ruler Empire that allowed him entry.

The next moment, he found himself standing inside the Battle Realm, the air thick with a strange vibrancy, and the sky above swirling with cosmic light, constellations shifting like liquid gold across an endless canvas of deep blue.

He didn’t have to wait long; barely moments after his arrival, he spotted familiar faces in the near distance—Arlen, Lena, and the others from the Great Ruler Empire, clustered together in cautious conversation.

Relief washed over Arlen’s face the instant he saw Max, and he hurried forward, his eyes reflecting a mixture of guilt and gratitude. "Max, you’re fine. Thank god," Arlen said, releasing a heavy sigh as though a burden had been lifted from his chest.

Truthfully, he’d been wrestling with regret over their decision to leave Max behind in the Berserk Lightning Region, wondering if they’d abandoned him to certain death. But now, seeing him safe and whole, Arlen’s shoulders finally eased.

"It’s good that you’re okay," Lena added, her eyes bright as she smiled warmly at Max, and the other three companions beside her all nodded, their expressions filled with relief and genuine happiness.

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