Fleeing Yellow Star, a Miscalculation

"Those beetles and Mushroom people were lucky too. In the foreseen future, they had the misfortune of being chosen by Twelve as experimental subjects and died several years early, but in return, they escaped disaster in reality and were able to live another ten thousand years or so."

"Emmm... but those Third Realm beetles that escaped the world ahead of time seemingly weren't so lucky."

"They left the world only because they wanted to live a little longer, yet they ended up worse off than those who stayed on the original continent."

"In a sense, that was karma coming full circle, wasn't it?"

"Next, I'll properly enjoy this long-lost happy life!"

You locked onto a human planet several hundred light-years away and flew toward it.

This was a planet with a futuristic technological style.

It could no longer even be called a planet. It was a gigantic mechanical construct that had been altered beyond recognition.

Several million years ago, this planet had still been Yellow Star, a world whose surface was ninety-four percent land, covered everywhere by yellow sands.

But now, the planet's surface was almost entirely wrapped in a steel shell. Jet nozzles thousands of meters across spewed psychic tail flames millions of li long, maintaining the maximum speed permitted by the world as it fled outward.

This was Fleeing Yellow Star.

"..."

"Although all four words have been changed, I still know who you copied."

The humans on Yellow Star were doing everything in their power to evade the approaching cosmic membrane.

They had already been fleeing for a million years.

"For humanity's glory!"

"For humanity's survival!"

"We must keep moving, keep fleeing, until the very end of the universe!"

"The end of the universe?"

Several dozen kilometers beneath the steel skin on the surface lay humanity's