After the talk show ended smoothly, the Hairdresser courteously declined Mr. Emperor's invitation to stay for lunch.
Shortly after he opened a certain door, he directly entered Russell's first-class cabin.
He tightened his tie and walked to the window.
Like a spinning top, the Floating Island, with its skyscrapers, snow-covered mountains, and wild plains, basked in the sunlight. In contrast, the densely packed, needle-like buildings of the Lower City District vanished into the shadows.
"So this is Happiness Island..."
The Hairdresser sighed.
He had once thought that Happiness Island embodied all the world's darkness, a place of superficial prosperity and internal decay, ruled by entertainment. However, after traveling around and returning home, he realized its conditions were relatively good...
