The intercom system of the plane was turned on. The voice was not familiar to me, I couldn’t decipher who was speaking through it.

  [All passengers, we must have an emergency leave ahead of schedule due to Terminal #H34 losing its Anchor Plotter. The Moderators have deemed the Terminal unfit for existence.]

  Who was the Anchor of the Terminal? I tried to open the windows to see the situation of the Terminal. It gave me a warning, but I disregarded it and opened it anyway. The sight outside was interesting, to say the least.

  The Terminal was a fixed space and it seemed like it was ‘floating’. However, above the Terminal were three entities. They have animal-like bodies, and irregular posture along with style. I could easily tell they were Moderators, just like Aradlugal. The moderators were the ones to commence the destruction of the Terminal.

  The red light kept beeping and beeping. Maybe the destruction was due to the Terminal losing Colin. He was the first person in the Terminal, and stayed alone for a long time and the Terminal wasn’t destroyed. Maybe him being in the Terminal for all these years kept it safe and didn’t destroy it.

  [Getting ready for lift off…]

  The plane started to move, outside the window, I could see a large light portal opening up. I was holding tight on my chair as my body pushed back due to the pressure of the speed the plane was accelerating at.

  The plane went through the white portal as outside, we can see countless stars. Soon afterwards, the plane slowed down and went at a speed our bodies could handle. However, the destruction of Terminal #H34 still made me curious.

  How would they even destroy such a large space…? Maybe they’re like the higher beings in stories my wife told me about. But… how would Great Plotters fit into this, are they stronger or weaker against the Moderators?

  Questions without answers were swarming my mind.

  Colin looked at me curious. “Is something wrong? Do you have something in your mind?”

  “Oh haha… it’s nothing. Though, I do have a question- Are Great Plotters stronger than Moderators, or is it the opposite way around?”

  “Well, It’s hard to say. Moderators keep the Interface of the Universe stable, while Great Plotters basically ‘run’ it by having their stories sold.”

  “Sold?”

  “I don’t know much about what Great Plotters actually do, but from what I’ve heard, they make their Plotters go through these sold stories they ‘bought’. But, I don’t know what good it even does.”

  I nodded, still not having my questions answered.

  “By the way, who is your Great Plotter?” Colin questioned.

  I had a nervous smile, I didn’t want to tell anybody his name yet. Judging by what happened a few hours ago, If I said his name the sparks may appear again.

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  “I’d tell you if I had the chance to but these odd ‘sparks’ appear if I say his name.”

  “Sparks of Madness..”

  Colin’s murmur caught my ears. “What?”

  “Your Great Plotter must be very strong due to him having such high Narrative Applicability that uttering his name summons Sparks of madness.”

  “What is Narrative Applicability?”

  “Well, to be fair I don’t know what it is. All I know is that Narrative Applicability is something most Great Plotters have through their stories.”

  Suddenly, a cart came through the space between the seats. The cart contained several champagnes and many snacsks. Though there was nobody pushing the cart itself, it came to us.

  I wanted to get a drink, but before I could, another hand quickly grabbed one of them quickly. Her hands were very rough and I could see translucent chains on her. Lee Nari was awake.

  The chains on her hand were given to her by the Great Tactician of the Sacred Dawn because of the deal we had made. She couldn’t leave her seat so she couldn’t harm me.

  “It is good to see that you are awake, Lee Nari.” Colin said.

  “Shut up. I’m still planning to eat you later, so don’t talk to me. You're ruining my appetite.”

  “Gah…”

  “By the way, where did that old hag alligator guy go? I still have to beat the shit out of him”

  “You shouldn’t speak like that, y’know. He’s a Moderator, he’s way stronger than you.” Colin explained.

  I stayed quiet for the moment, talking to Lee Nari was no use. I could tell what type of person she was before dying and coming here. She was wicked and sly, but she was also very powerful since she got a Great Plotter above her.

  「The Great Plotter ‘Grand Tactician of the Sacred Dawn’ is disappointed in his Plotter. 」

  “Shut it! You're making my eyes hurt.”

  「The Great Plotter ‘Grand Tactician of the Sacred Dawn’ yawns at your words」

  “I swear I will kill you first once I get strong enough.”

  “Moderator, “ ■■ ■■■■” please commence the destruction of the Terminal.” The standing turtle, wearing a suit and a monocle.

  “We still have to get approval from the board…” A chameleon with a turtle neck said with a nervous voice.

  “I have approval. However… the board said there is a secret item still left in the Terminal. They said somebody left it there.”

  “What item is it?”

  “It’s a Z grade Narrative weapon.”

  “Z-Z grade Narrative weapon!? Won’t then be a weapon of the Great Plotter? How would such a powerful weapon be down here? If we destroy the Terminal, the weapon would surely be wandering in the Entrace. We need to take it for ourselves!”

  “Yes, that’s why I sent ■■■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■■ there to find it. He has been taking too long. I wonder where he went. But, I also heard Aradlugal was down here…”

  “What if he took the weapon?”

  The turtle sighed at the sight. He knew that the Z Grade Narrative weapon was a strong asset, strong enough to destroy many Great Plotters and even climb the ranks of the Moderator. He fixed up his tie and looked at the chameleon.

  “We may have to go down there ourselves and find the weapon because he still isn’t back.”

  Both of them soon descended from the skies and then reached the Terminal. They walked around the destroyed place due to the commotion that took place after the latest plane leaving. There was a pile of dead bodies because of Colin’s massacere.

  “Just what the hell happened here?” The Chameleon asked in curiosity.

  “I heard someone awakened their Narrative Device here and wreaked havoc. It was Great Tactician of the Sacred Dawn’s Plotter.”

  “This Terminal’s plotters will surely be something else…”

  They soon reached the dark room where Han Jae Shik and Colin were hiding in before the Owl Monkey’s came.

  “Illuminate…”

  The room had a dim light as it flashed on and off. The two moderators had a confused face like this had never happened before.

  “Huhu… this has never happened before. The light is very dim, it is supposed to be much brighter.” The turtle said.

  “Doesn’t that only happen when the Narrative Energy is disrupted in the area?”

  Their confused faces then turned into fear. They looked down on the floor and sparks started to rise. There was a body that was on the floor at it’s last breath. It was a body of a lizard in a suit. It’s whole white shirt was filled with their blood.

  “Sparks of Maddness…”

  The chameleon had a fearful face, he covered his eyes because of the way the moderator was brutally killed.

  “There could only be one person responsible for this.”