The moment the information panel appeared, Rover was stunned.
[Temporary access confirmed.]
[Welcome back, Successor.]
Successor?
Those two words were like a cold needle driving straight into his mind. Rover stared at the line of text hovering before him, and immediately countless chaotic thoughts arose. Was this a greeting meant for anyone who could open that metal gate, or was it truly meant for him specifically? If it was only responding to the password Professor Harlan had once left behind, then "Successor" might simply refer to whoever held temporary access rights. But what if that wasn't the case? If that text had recognized him, recognized [Mirror] within his body, even recognized something related to his parents, then this had already gone far beyond the scope of an ordinary side mission.
Rover frowned and repeated in a low voice: "Successor?"
No one immediately answered.
