On Earth, no, at least P City should return to normal soon.
Occasionally, traffic on the main street pile up into a heap, but the flow of vehicles quickly return to normal, indistinguishable from any other day.
On the underground, it was still so crowded that people were tumbling over each other.
In the park, there were still spirited old men and women bounce to heart-thumping music.
Some people pointed at the sky, but some received this with an idiotic look—they couldn't see anything.
Yes, those who had died in the first four trials or voluntarily left could not see the anomaly in the sky.
Even if a spry young lad not far away displayed the mighty abilities of Upper Flight and shot up five stories in one burst, they would remain oblivious.
Even similar reports in the news were automatically ignored.
Wei Cheng, holding breakfast in his hand and wearing flip-flops, walked down the street. His breakfast had gone cold, and he wasn't headed home.
