Twenty years later.
Andromeda Galaxy, a desolate star sector.
In earlier years, due to its proximity to the Milky Way Galaxy, this place had not only borne quite a few traces of life, but had also enjoyed a period of prosperity of its own, gathering forces from all corners of the universe.
However, now that the Milky Way Galaxy had been completely destroyed and reduced to the dust of history, a recorded term.
Everything had long since changed.
Back then.
When the Milky Way Galaxy collapsed, the shockwave that destroyed all things spread outward on its own.
Although the vast majority of the impact was quickly contained.
That small amount of residual aftermath.
It was still an overwhelming power that mortal beings could never resist.
Not only had trillions upon trillions of living beings within this star sector died in an instant.
Even the traces of civilizations that should have endured for ten thousand years without decay had been forcefully erased without a trace.
This place now.
After looking around.
Had only some insignificant desolate planets and a few damaged buildings left behind.
There was none of its former prosperity, nor any sign of life.
Oh, no. There was one outsider—an outsider who had arrived here not long ago.
At this moment.
He sat cross-legged atop a barren star.
Calmly gazing around himself.
Though there was nothing but dust filling the heavens and a few damaged artificial objects that resembled ancient ruins...
He did not particularly empathize with this place's fate.
All he felt was a measure of indifference and scattered sighs.
After all.
The reason this place had fallen into such a sorry state was partly due to him.
Yes.
He had been one of the masterminds behind blowing up the Milky Way Galaxy...
Thinking back on it now.