Perhaps one day... Mihoyo will cease to exist too, right?
Was all this effort worth it?
Little Griseo asked this question.
Quite bluntly.
It also left the people around her with varied expressions and plunged them into a brief silence.
Although they still did not quite believe that the Griseo before them was the same Flame-Chaser of Humanity from the work,
she had asked, so everyone still thought about it and shared their own opinions, one after another.
Though their opinions differed.
They seemed to share an unspoken understanding.
"It's only been a few days. If we go back home... there's simply not enough time."
"There are no tickets left. If there's one thing Huaxia has in abundance, it's people. I couldn't get a ticket!"
"..."
"Couldn't get a ticket? You canceled it yourself. Didn't you just want to stay and keep me company? I get it—brothers for life!"
"Get lost!"
"..."
The seemingly realistic answers also had a warm side to them.
Some of the others, meanwhile, were more rational and more candid.
"Zenless Zone Zero is a project we've worked so hard on all this time. It's like our child. No matter what happens to its operations in the future, if it's about to be released, but gets cut short because of the National Luck Game, never even making it to release..."
"I'd be a little unwilling to accept that."
"Exactly! Me too!"
"..."
"I actually like Mihoyo quite a lot. I've worked here for several years now."
"Just as you said, perhaps in the future, we'll all end up scattered across the world. Perhaps in the future, things really will be like they are in the novels, and Huaxia will suffer, while we may never see one another again. So at the very least, right now! Let's