The Rich Cultivator

The room hummed with the subtle sound of machinery as the guard, dressed in a blue uniform, leaned against the wall, casually tearing open a packet of chips. His eyes scanned the half-filled bag as he munched away, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "How is this company still running?" he muttered. "It’s like 75% air."

His partner, standing nearby and adjusting his belt, glanced over. "Break time’s over, man. Go and receive the travelers," he reminded, giving a nod toward the door labeled Teleportation Room No. 42.

The guard sighed, crumpling the empty bag and tossing it toward the trash can. He missed, of course, and muttered something under his breath before heading toward the door. The trash can detected the trash and pulled the trash inside. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of sleek black glasses, sliding them onto his face just as he stepped into the room. There, a man with imposing black wings was casually seated, tapping away at a device in his hand, clearly uninterested in the guard’s presence.

The teleportation array rooms were a marvel of both ancient runes and futuristic technology, seamlessly blending tradition with modern advancements. Each room, circular in design, was vast, resembling a stadium more than a simple chamber. At the center, a massive teleportation array pulsed with glowing inscriptions carved into metallic floors. The pillars surrounding the array shimmered with energy, engraved with countless encryption arrays to safeguard against unauthorized access.

The walls were lined with advanced monitoring devices, displaying real-time data on the teleportation coordinates, energy fluctuations, and incoming or outgoing travelers. Dim, soft blue lights illuminated the room, creating a calm yet otherworldly atmosphere. Above the array, suspended platforms housed additional control units operated by highly trained technicians, ensuring every teleportation process was smooth and secure.

The air hummed with latent energy as the array activated, bathing the room in a brilliant light whenever a teleportation was initiated. Large glass windows allowed officials to observe the room while maintaining a clear line of sight to the incoming travelers, ensuring security protocols were met. The entire setup gave the teleportation room an air of both mystery and technological precision, a gateway to distant lands.

The lights flickered for a brief moment. The man with the black wings glanced up, his thick black glasses already in place, focusing his gaze on the Teleportation Array. The room hummed louder as the array’s pillars began to glow, shimmering with a blinding light that filled the entire space. The brilliant display of energy made it feel as though the very air was charged with power.

"Aaah... I feel dizzy," came the first groan.

"Mode Dragon," someone muttered.