This is the first mission of the newly joined messenger.

Michael joined it for one and only reason — money.

But he thinks that he may not have a chance to use it.

At first he thought the same as other messengers , it’s just a rescue mission , the trouble-maker is taken down , just needs to get out some dead bodies or half alive humans.

But the writer of his fate was like ‘‘Hey , you know what?’’

‘‘Traumas!’’

…Maybe a little bit worse.

Thanks to the help of that Siyuenese girl , they entered the ‘‘blue box’’ rather easily.

But the interior…oh god ,is like a maze that is drawn by a three year old , using their mother’s lipstick.

What’s even worse is that the hallway is filled up by some kind of weird tree. Michael’s cognition filter broke immediately when he came across it.

Cognition filter , a tool that is still in use in Euth , maybe it's abandoned in other countries , but for Euth that has never touched outside after the war half century back , it is the high peak technology.

Michael grew up listening to his grandfather telling him how advance Euth was , with aircraft and the great telescope.

But the glory is no more , their god has been asleep for century , without help from the never seen stargazer , Euth is forsaken by the world , and by the god.

His captain , Josh, demanded he go back , by himself.

Don’t know if it’s trust or a lucky charm , Josh gave him a slightly heavy flask that feels like holding a dictionary in Mihael’s hand.

Like the night sky sheltering him , Mihael got outside quickly as if he was a comet , flying above the atmosphere.

Not long after he played around with Josh’s flask , the rest of the team came outside with a strange guy that was carried by Josh himself.

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Michael can only hear bubbly gibberish , probably because of Josh’s strange realm-arts.

‘‘Who would wear a monocle these days?’’ Michael asks himself.

Then the voice becomes more vivid and clear.

Well , their talk isn’t informative as Michael thought it would be , but from their facial expression , Michael assumes that Josh is a friend or , at least , knows the guy in the blue suit.

Michael feels that the sky is getting dark , he looks at his watch.

14:33

Even though it's fall at this time , the night doesn't come so fast , as if it catched the wrong bus at the wrong time.

‘‘Solar eclipse.’’

‘‘Did you do this?’’

‘‘Maybe.’’

‘‘I think it will be gone after like two minutes , just don’t stare directly , use something for your eyes.’’

Did you do this? The sentence repeats in Michael’s head , solar eclipse , someone or something…

His mind accelerates like an off track train.

The urban legend of Sharded light.

‘‘No way.’’ , Michael knows some Siyuenese words , his library of words aren’t big , but do knows the translation of it-Suiming.

The name is just two syllables , but his hands are sweating , even Michael himself don’t know why.

Suiming , this word or name is undoubtedly rare , but something is not right with it , the name has something more , more than just a name.

If there’s nothing wrong with it , why do people need a title for it?

His mind is straying further and further , drifting out of himself.

‘‘Ey , ey , Josh , what’s this guy’s name?’’

‘‘Michael? Ok , Michael , you alright?’’

…

Strange ceiling , strange faces… isn’t that the Siyuenese girl? What was her name again?

Oh right , Neon…

‘‘Snacks , i want snacks’’ Michael opens his mouth.

Suiming suddenly jumps up , screaming out of surprise and joy , like he’s Michael’s father and Michael just woke up from coma , and looks kind of embarrassed.

But Suiming doesn’t mind at all , half an hour ago they were strangers , but now…

They are still strangers…that knows each other’s name.

Maybe it’s the atmosphere or something , even his cold face , work alcoholic captain Josh started applauding.