The entire room tilted, making it very difficult to stand, but fortunately, Charles clung tightly to the keyboard and managed not to fall.
"Damn it! What now?" Charles clicked on the folder named "Charles" with the mouse and dragged it forcefully outward.
Suddenly, Tuba poked his head out from that folder and said to Charles, "Hurry, something that doesn't exist is coming, and it has noticed 068. Don't let it notice you! Otherwise, you're done for!"
"What is it?" Charles had already dragged his own file to the outermost part.
"How would I know, I already told you it doesn't exist, how would I know what it is! All I know is that it's already here!"
Charles didn't care what the thing Tuba was talking about was, the clues were already in his head, and all he needed now was to get out of there. With that, he let go of the mouse.
"Whoosh!" The scene blurred before Charles's eyes, and he was back in the open air, his ship right below him at an angle.
