After getting the map, Michael did not linger.
He stepped out of the bustling streets, passed through the wide gates, and soon left the Federation settlement behind.
The moment he crossed a certain distance, the noise faded, replaced once more by the quiet, biting cold of Hell's frozen plains.
Michael continued walking until the settlement walls were only a distant, dark outline behind him.
Only then did he stop.
He reached into his storage space and brought out the projection crystal.
The moment his mana touched it, faint runes pulsed to life.
A three layered light panel unfolded upward, rendering a floating map in crisp detail.
"First floor," Michael said quietly.
The projection shifted instantly.
A vast terrain appeared before him in translucent glowing lines.
Mountains, plains, frozen lakes, danger zones, demon nests, and racial territories—all marked with hovering symbols.
Michael studied it carefully.
