The time has come, let's begin!
Thus, the silver flames ignite once more!
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Meanwhile, effort and talent emerge from Ji Jue, yet sweat begins to drip from the Dispatcher's forehead.
At the moment the Melting Furnace activates and the refining begins, the time sequence relevant to the entire Central Station starts to flash frantically, akin to shuffling cards, several decks mixed together, with a Croupier who likes to secretly shuffle a few cards up their sleeves...
This disturbance is nearly twisting the linear timeline, which was already teetering on the edge of chaos, into a writhing mess, constantly squirming like a confined area.
Holy shit!
The Dispatcher stares at the innumerable bizarrely changing picture frames before him, the sharp sounds of nails being squeezed out echoing continuously, countless afterimages splitting and beginning to flee in panic, scrambling together.
Dammit, I only touched it for a moment!
Just a moment!
