On the streets of Baloerin City
A sleek, black car of premium craftsmanship cruised steadily along its route, drawing fleeting glances from passersby who couldn't help but admire its steel-black elegance.
Inside the car were three individuals: Adam, Carl, and the driver. None of them had the faintest idea about what had just transpired 4,000 feet above them a moment ago.
Had they known, the car would not have been moving so placidly, and the people on the streets would have witnessed something more akin to a high-speed chase.
As the car glided forward, the tranquil silence was interrupted by Carl, who inquired, "What is your goal?"
Adam arched an eyebrow, responding with a noncommittal hum.
"I said, what is your goal?"
"What is my goal?" Adam repeated, as though contemplating the question himself. "It's to become the strongest."
"And what about after that?" Carl continued, probing further.
