I, the Rock King Emperor with 21 billion in power, have joined the chat group.

After bidding farewell on the spot, the red and white shrine maiden waved her hand, her spiritual power surging, and in an instant, she soared into the sky with a seven-colored halo, flying away into the distance.

The enormous impact caused the snow on the ground to scatter outwards.

The snow burst open, splattering all over Yuri and Chito's faces as they stared wide-eyed.

"It can really fly!" Yuri couldn't help but shout.

"Yes, they really can fly." Chito wondered if there was something wrong with the common sense about humans that she had learned from books.

Although she had heard from Yuri that most of the beings in the [Multiverse Chat Group] were life forms that transcended human concepts, she was still indescribably surprised when she first saw such flight that exceeded human common sense.

"If someone can fly like this, it seems pointless for Ishii to build airplanes," Yuri muttered as she watched Reimu Hakurei fly further and further away.

“Ishii just wants to experience the feeling of flying, right?” Chito shook his head, half understanding. “If Yuri, you stay in one place all the time, even if you have food and drink all the time, you’ll probably need to do something else, otherwise you’ll get anxious.”

"Hmm, maybe," Yuri said casually, not expecting an answer.

After the fairy maiden of the paradise flew away, the group watched her disappear into the distance for a while.

Once the sun was a little higher, Yuri and Chito began to pack up the things in the tent.

Without much effort, after tossing the clutter into the chat group's not-so-large system space, Yuri picked up her beloved tricycle and embarked on a brand new journey.

"Let's go."

Qianhu sat on the side of the motorcycle, watching the snow gradually melt, his expression fixed on the distance.

"it is good."

Zhongli responded in this way, and then casually raised a three-wheeled motorcycle from the ground that was exactly the same as Yuri's motorcycle.

Chito and Yuri weren't too surprised this time. They just looked at the motorcycle carefully and then turned to point out the location.

"Based on our experience from all our travels, there should be an elevator over there, and once we get there, we can go up to the next floor."

Zhongli glanced at it and nodded slightly—that was indeed the direction where the elevator was located.

He straddled the rider's seat on the motorcycle and gestured to Yukino Yukinoshita to sit on the side seat.

Then he put down the copied goggles and windproof helmet and nodded slightly to Yuri.

"Let's go then!"

Yuri twisted the handlebars with a hint of excitement, accelerating her motorcycle to its maximum speed.

Boom! Boom!

The roar of motorcycles echoed across the deserted and desolate wilderness.

Under the newly risen midday sun, which shone with a faint orange-red glow.

Two three-wheeled motorcycles were traveling at a relatively slow speed toward the distant city ruins.

This scene, however, unexpectedly fits the theme of the apocalypse.

Chapter Eleven: Poems of the End Times, to Be Remembered

From the distant snow garden to the mechanical land, the journey took less than two hours.

The motorcycle wasn't slow; after all, it was a three-wheeled motorcycle provided by the system, and even the older model had power far exceeding that of ordinary motorcycles.

The city looks big, but it's not actually that big.

Based on the speed of the motorcycle and the distance traveled, Zhong Li roughly estimated that the floor they were on was at least about 10,000 square kilometers.

However, for a city, this size is more than enough, and it can easily accommodate tens of millions of people.

Once inside the city, motorcycles have almost no chance of getting around.

Under normal circumstances, Chito and Yuri would painstakingly search for a passable road.

This time, there's no need.

The motorcycle they were riding was stored in the space warehouse provided by the Multiverse Chat Group. Yuri and Chito, carrying miscellaneous items that could not be stored there, entered the city together with Zhongli and Yukinoshita.

After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at a huge building that directly connected the floor above to the floor below.

Chito took out his diary, which contained maps recorded in the library.

He glanced at her briefly and then nodded to Yuri.

"This is it."

"Then let's go." Zhongli said softly, taking the first step into the room.

Chito and Yuri followed closely behind.

After walking for only a few minutes, the two of them stopped in surprise.

Looking up at the towering, enormous building beside me, I couldn't help but sigh in awe.

"So many floors, so many units."

Was this place originally inhabited?

After all, this was one of the few times they had entered such a relatively intact high-rise building, so it was quite normal for them to express some feelings.

Zhongli did not reply to their questions, knowing that they were simply expressing their feelings.

Yukinoshita was used to seeing skyscrapers and dense crowds. Although the building in front of her was much larger than modern buildings, it was essentially the same thing, so she wasn't too surprised.

"Can we go inside and take a look?"

Chito suddenly and unexpectedly made a suggestion.

Zhongli naturally didn't care.

He nodded slightly.

The group of people walked into the building without going around it.

After passing through a series of huge and towering corridors, individual units come into view.

Without counting them, a quick glance reveals that there are at least nearly ten thousand of them.

Yuri and Chito carefully scanned the walls and units.

A moment later, Yuri couldn't help but complain.

"The lights are working and there's water in the pipes, but nobody else uses them except us. I hate this feeling."

"Hmm." Chito simply hummed in response, without saying anything more, and began to enter the interior of the building's private room.

Yuri naturally followed.

The four of them walked through the massive building, climbed the stairs, and went up.

As they walked, Yuri suddenly asked a question.

"I'm telling you! Each of these cubicles is a 'home,' isn't it?"

Chito walked ahead of Yuri without turning around, and simply replied as if casually, "Having rooms alone doesn't count. If no one lives there or takes care of it, it's impossible to live there, and it doesn't count as a home."

"Thinking about it this way," Yuri paused slightly, then said without hesitation, "So we don't really have a home, right?"

Qianhu didn't react much to the question: "Who knows?"

Yuri took two steps forward, standing in front of Qianhu, and calmly continued to ask, "Is that motorcycle that has always carried us considered home?"

Chito's gaze didn't linger on Yuri, nor did it shift or change in the slightest. He simply said in his flat, unchanging voice, "If I had to answer with a yes or no, then it would be [no]."

"Motorcycles are not our home."

"So this isn't home?" Yuri seemed surprised and somewhat concerned about this kind of thing. "Then does our tent count as our home?"

“Of course not,” Qianhu replied without hesitation. “Besides, you’re so long-winded.”

"but."

After a brief pause, Qianhu paused for a moment.

She leaned against the mottled wall, her voice calm: "But even so, we once had a home."

“But it’s gone now,” Yuri replied flippantly.

"Ah."

Zhongli and Xuezhi walked behind Qianhu and Youli, and naturally heard their conversation.

The more I listened to the expression on Xuexia's face, the more a faint sadness welled up in my heart.

That indescribable, poignant loneliness was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

She was about to say something, about to do something.

Yuri, who was walking ahead, suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"This door looks brand new. Is someone still living here?"

Qianhu immediately opened the door in front of him, which was so clean it was barely dusty, and glanced inside.

A surprisingly new-looking room appeared before her eyes.

Chito gestured for Yuri to enter, his gaze sweeping over the room as he took in some details.

The sofas and cabinets were almost undamaged, and the sink and power outlets were still usable.

It was clean and spacious, with no unnecessary clutter or broken floors or walls.

There was even a metal scroll on the wall, the contents of which were unclear.

"so good."

Yuri stood in front of the sofa and tentatively sat down for a moment.

I found the soft, fluffy feeling here to be much more comfortable than that of a sleeping bag.

She lay down on the sofa, took out a full can of hot coffee from her backpack, took a small sip, and then couldn't help but sigh.

"It feels so good."

Her gaze moved from the window beside the sofa outwards, where she saw the endless ruins of buildings in the distance, and the setting sun hanging high in the sky, glowing with an orange-red light.

"Ah... the scenery here is so beautiful. Before I knew it, it was already sunset."

"I found myself wanting to stay here without even realizing it."