Chapter 865: Time Walker, Messenger Project

Once the two had exchanged names, Christina pondered for a dozen seconds before asking:

"So, where is this?"

This building clearly lacked maintenance; it had likely been some time since anyone had come here.

The air was thick with a musty smell, the walls were covered in dense black mold, and the paint was peeling severely, revealing the cold concrete beneath.

Wires and pipes hung haphazardly from the ceiling, some having detached and dangling in mid-air, like the broken-hearted of time.

Alice responded casually: "A shelter the Foundation left behind."

"There's some first-aid equipment here, so I brought you to the nearest one."

As she said this, she seemed to recall something pleasant, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"If you can't even get into a Foundation facility, how can you have the nerve to call yourself a Foundation member?"

Listening to Alice's tone, which was full of amusement, Christina lowered her head:

"…I'm sorry."

Her toes were practically digging through her boots; she feared she would never live down this joke.

But who could blame her when the person had saved her life?

She had been impersonating a Foundation member, only to run into a real one.

Involuntarily, Christina raised her hand, her slender, long fingers slightly curled, wanting to cover her face and briefly escape reality.

But this tugged at the wound on the back of her hand.

Just then, Alice's gaze shifted over, and the fierce woman who had been relentlessly pursuing the imposter suddenly became flustered.

"—Hey, hey, hey… don't move around, you're injured, I just finished bandaging you."

Alice nervously checked the state of the wound, while Christina endured the pain, trying to change the subject.

"You…"

"So you are with the Foundation?"

Alice didn't respond, her gaze moving from one wound to the next.

Seeing Alice non-committal, Christina wisely chose not to press further.

When Alice returned after a brief absence, holding a bottle of alcohol, Christina swallowed hard, forcing a few sentences out of her mind to distract herself:

"I thought they had all run away and died on their own. I've never seen them, and everyone I know can't explain what happened… Hiss."

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

A sharp pain made her gasp.

Alice tossed aside the blood-stained cotton ball and checked the gauze again, "Not entirely."

"I should say I used to work for them, and I still have the equipment they gave me back then, so I can enter Foundation facilities and access their equipment and resources."

Ignoring Christina's teary eyes, Alice stood up and walked to the side.

"But… I am free now. I am a 'Time Walker'."

"What is that?" Christina asked, puzzled.

Alice leaned lazily against the cold counter, explaining with ease:

"Do you know that between cities in the 'Era of Heavy Rain', there is a position called a 'Messenger'?"

"I've heard of it." Christina nodded.

She breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

The hurdle of the fake vs. real Foundation was finally over.

'Messenger'—a unique profession that emerged after the arrival of the 'Era of Heavy Rain'.

The greatest impact of that rain, which fell for over fifty years, was not washing away the colors of all things, but making the density of time radiation uneven across the Earth.

At the beginning of the heavy rain, the maximum difference in time flow speed between inside and outside the cities had already reached 70 times.

And this.

Was just the situation at the start of the 'Era of Heavy Rain'.

Later, this value continued to expand, reaching a terrifying degree.

At that time, human leadership realized that traditional communication methods using electrical signals would soon become unfeasible:

Information would experience time differences in the outer regions during transmission, completely losing its timeliness by the time it reached its target. ===== CHAPTER 867 =====