"Is everything you said true?"
After hearing Hawking's account, Rossiu's face was covered in cold sweat. He had been frightened out of his wits.
He had long known that the Spiral King would not speak idly. Once the human population reached one million, a crisis threatening all of humanity would surely occur.
But he had never expected the crisis to be so terrifying, so terrifying that he could not see the slightest hope.
"I don't believe what you're saying. Who exactly are you?"
Rossiu looked at Hawking again, his tone bordering on hysteria.
If this was truly the case, then humanity had no future at all. He would rather not believe it was real, rather not believe what Hawking had said.
Perhaps Hawking was merely a madman spouting nonsense.
He knew humanity would face a crisis, but it had to be a crisis they could fight against, one he had spent all these years planning for and could withstand—not this kind of despairing crisis that was utterly impossible to resist.
If that were true, wouldn't everything he had done become a joke?
"Rossiu, calm down!"
At that moment, Simon stood up and placed a hand on Rossiu's shoulder.
"Even if it's true, so what? Are we supposed to submit? Believe in the Dai-Gurren Brigade.
Don't forget, our drills can pierce the heavens!"
Hearing Simon's confident and resolute words, Rossiu finally calmed down somewhat.
What this mysterious man named Hawking had said still needed to be verified. There was no need to throw themselves into disarray first. Perhaps it was all complete nonsense—perhaps the Anti-Spiral Race and the Human Annihilation System did not exist at all.
"You don't believe me? You made a bio-computer out of the Spiral King's head. If you don't believe me, you should be able to verify