Tower of Truth, 28th floor.
In the cafe, Nameless ordered two cups of coffee. Although Thor said he didn't drink coffee, Nameless insisted.
"By the way, what year is it on Earth now?"
Nameless asked curiously.
Mike had nothing to hide. "2146."
"It's now already the 22nd century..."
A trace of melancholy flashed across Nameless's face.
"It's been so long, is Earth okay? The abyss hasn't invaded, has it?"
"No."
Mike shook his head, looked at him curiously, and asked, "When did you transmigrate, and why did you appear on the 28th floor of the Tower of Truth?"
"So the world I'm in isn't real, but the 28th floor of the Tower of Truth?!"
Nameless sighed. The feeling of his fantasy being shattered wasn't pleasant.
