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Sun Jack stood numbly in the middle of the street, overwhelmed by such an excess of information that he was rooted to the spot, especially after seeing his own advertisement, his mind felt as if it had been violently struck by a sledgehammer.
"Is everything fake? Has everything I've gone through been a play?"
As Sun Jack remained frozen, more and more onlookers began to accumulate around him.
Although dressed diversely, the people of the Holy Grail were always beautiful and youthful; ugliness and aging simply didn't exist here.
It was unclear whether it was their clothing or the prosthetic bodies they had implanted, but the Holy Grail People seemingly defied Earth's gravity, floating freely in the air like angels.
At that moment, these Holy Grail People floated in the air, gathering in small groups, pointing and whispering at the stunned Sun Jack.
As Sun Jack watched all this, a strong sense of unreality surged from within him, as if he were still dreaming.
