Russell's hand, which he had stretched out, suddenly paused in mid-air.
He squinted slightly and slowly withdrew his hand.
"Pope, you seem rather unfriendly," he said.
"It's simple, I could give you many reasons..."
Promotion said, slowly rising from his chair.
The surrounding simulated environment, which had been Russell's home—the cramped one-room residence he had on Chongguang Island—was the setting he found most relaxing.
But now... at this moment, it suddenly changed.
The room belonging to Russell collapsed abruptly, transforming into a solemn and majestic Holy Hall.
Two rows of massive Angel statues—each wearing a halo and with wings of light behind them—lined the hall. Each Angel's form was completely unique, their common trait being their facelessness.
And the place where Russell sat resembled a throne of pure white.
In front of him, a red carpet stretched out to the grand door. The Holy Hall was devoid of any people, only the candlesticks perpetually alight.
