Chapter 422

At least everything is still moving forward steadily.

"Blade has already successfully entered."

"It sounds like the 'Stellaron Hunters' had their stronghold successfully breached."

"Heh, that wouldn't happen, but Silver Wolf, are you sure you still want to go and find trouble with Herta next?"

Kafka sheathed her long sword, her wine-red eyes watching her bored companion.

"... I have to go; there is a quite important curio that hasn't been obtained."

"Then be careful; having suffered a loss once, Herta must have upgraded the space station's firewall."

"I am quite confident about this; as long as it is not a program written by Screwllum himself, I have the confidence to break through it."

Silver Wolf put the game console on the table, hugged her head with both hands, leaned against the wall, and blew bubble gum.

"By the way, Kafka, it wouldn't be that the script Elio gave you foresaw the future of me being imprisoned."

"That wouldn't be it."

Kafka shook her head.

"If Elio had chosen the future where we were trapped, he would have told us; there is no need to worry about that."

As she spoke, this hunter with a very bad-woman temperament also yawned, lay on the table, and watched the patterns on the table.

Layer upon layer, twists and turns.

Just like everyone's destiny, the future of the universe.

Mortals cannot grasp it, cannot see through it.

"If one possessed eyes like Elio's, this world would no longer be what you and I see now: countless possibilities overlapping together, representing the consequences caused by different choices. And at every moment, infinitely many choices are constantly converging into the same point, becoming the present, becoming the past..."

"I also often wonder what the whole world would look like in the eyes of the Aeons, in the eyes of the divinities, in the eyes of the supreme divinities."

"Is it a high tower built of blocks, or pages of a book spread out, waiting for the gods to write on them, playing games with each other, and modifying the paths chosen by others."

Jarilo-VI.

At this moment, the sky is like fire.

Above the earth, clouds flow.

Since the start of the "Trailblaze" journey, this is the first time March 7th has stood in such a primitive forest.

She stopped, looked up at the sky, and stared at this gorgeous firmament without moving.

Without city lights and rural smoke, there are no traces of humanity in the sky here.

Even those satellites from a thousand years ago have all disappeared, along with space debris of all sizes.

The only two man-made objects that can be seen are a faint, narrow, long line and a huge light screen.

The former is the "Astral Express", and the latter belongs to the Foundation.

Not far away, a girl draped in linen was looking with curiosity at the few strangers breathing in the forest.

Only the man wearing a black robe with a monocle over his right eye gave her a sense of familiarity, intimacy, and fear.

She had deer antlers on her head; she was the girl "Gaia".

Although a reality anchor was installed on the shuttle, Dr. Bright still forbade her from going to visit.

—A starship is the least able to withstand the torment of her kind of ability.

"The last time we parted was ten thousand years ago, Mr. Bai."

Dr. Bright and Bai Xuan walked side by side, both familiar and strange.

Bai Xuan asked with a smile:

"Yes, how do you feel about this place?"

"It makes no difference to me; whether it's at the Foundation headquarters, here, or anywhere else... I just need unlimited alcohol and research projects that can make me indulge."

"Nothing has changed."

Bai Xuan said softly, then suddenly stopped, looking around at the scenery with a calm expression, as if recalling, and repeated it again:

"Nothing has changed."

"When do you plan to go to the Foundation again? —I mean the headquarters; many of your old friends haven't seen you for a long time."

For example, O5 Council members, site directors, department heads, legion commanders, battle group commanders...

Dr. Bright sighed.

Not far away.

Stelle and Dan Heng were sneaking around, watching the two walking together, with one question mark after another popping up on their heads.

And behind them, March 7th was also observing in secret.