Ian could fly, and in his past life, he had grown accustomed to flying in sky vessels and rockets. He even took the orbital space elevator several times a week.
But to ride in a disc-shaped flying object was truly like getting a tap on the shoulder in the dark—his very first time.
The core cockpit of the flying vehicle was located at a central height, while the cylindrical space in the middle served as the passenger area, with two levels of fixed seats, capable of transporting fifty people at a time.
At that moment it was evening in the Imperial Capital, but the entire city and all the Lower City Districts were brightly lit, neon lights flashing and peoples' voices loud, the never-resting factories, and workshops swallowing huge amounts of materials.
