At this very moment.
Zhao Pingping calmed down. She thought someone was playing a prank.
Perhaps they were using some kind of technology to project something onto her storybook.
Things like this had happened before.
For example, Sophons could project images into people's eyes.
Compared to that, projecting something onto her book was nothing unusual.
"Let this granny see what tricks you can come up with."
In truth, everyone now felt as though they were surrounded by crisis.
Who knew? A Dark Forest Strike might arrive tomorrow.
So amid their panic, people instead felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation toward such strange occurrences.
Because only change could alter a Fate that meant certain death.
That was right. Not everyone arrogantly believed that the Bunker Project could save their lives.
Otherwise, no one would have been secretly researching Light-Speed Spaceships in order to flee.
It was correct to say that some people were arrogant, but applying that judgment to everyone was slander.
As she kept reading, Zhao Pingping's expression changed.
Because after the male protagonist of the storybook had lived on the island for several years, he began writing novels for the others to read.
"The Story of Three Suns."
"Long, long ago, there was a place with three suns."
"The three suns were called Wolf, Snake, and Half-Human."
"They tangled with and chased one another. It was said that they were all children of an Evil God."
"That was why their tempers were so strange."
"Every day, the people there had to pray that the suns would rise normally."
The more Zhao Pingping read, the more certain she became that someone was pranking her.
Because the story written there was what had happened before.
It included the emergence of a Madonna, the failure of deterrence, and two Civilizations falling together