Fifty years passed in a flash.
Though for some individuals, that span of time amounted to less than nothing.
Not even enough for a single nap.
It was still enough for certain races to reproduce through many generations. The Blue Star Humans who had fled to an alien planet back then were one such example.
After years of development and struggle.
Their lives had finally turned over a new page!
After so many years, they had once again begun a new round of building everything from scratch and striving onward!
Don't ask why they had to start from scratch again.
After years of development, their previous planet's environment had changed enormously. But because it had been caught within the attack range of some weapon, it had unfortunately exploded on the spot and been given away for free...
If its residents had not fled quickly enough, they too would have nearly all perished halfway through...
What was more, because that weapon's destructive power had affected far too wide an area.
Those who had nearly been instantly killed by some unknown AoE could not even figure out where that disturbance had come from...
The only reason they knew that disturbance had not been a natural disaster, but had come from certain individuals.
Was thanks entirely to the effects of various Divination Abilities...
All in all.
The mental journey of this group could be summed up perfectly in one sentence:
"Reality really is a garbage game."
"I'm playing your mother..."
Yet even at this point.
As refugees who had weathered countless hardships.
They still did not know.
That an even greater surprise.
Was waiting for them in the near future.
For example, after repeated upheavals and patchwork repairs.
The Milky Way Galaxy.
Was finally about to explode...
Faced with this entirely reasonable turn