The terminal screen still shimmered with the glow of Elius's profile—his newly issued ID now tagged with an exceptional privilege:
"Two dimensional rift Entry Tokens – Unrestricted Classification."
It was rare. Too rare. Not even some D-ranked superheroes got that level of access without crawling through ten missions or saving a city. Yet here it was.
The old man leaned back in his seat, scratching his silver beard as if trying to itch out the reality in front of him.
Then, Elius spoke. "Can I use one of those entries for an unexplored dimensional rift?"
The words were calm, but they dropped like thunder in the room. The old man's fingers froze mid-typing. His eyes lifted, squinting, as if trying to make sure he heard it right. His mouth opened slightly.
Then he blinked hard.
"…You want to what?"
"I want to enter an unexplored dimensional rift," Elius repeated.
There was a long pause.
A silence thick enough to cut.
Then—"Are you crazy?"
