I, Little Griseo, Tour the Infinite Realms

How could there possibly be room for even the slightest bit of luck?

Conservatively speaking.

It's probably only about three to five years.

In other words.

This civilization, while seemingly able to linger on, has in reality entered its final countdown.

It's like suddenly learning that the apocalypse is imminent.

How should I put it…

I just feel like!

It doesn't feel real at all.

I can't muster much emotion.

All I feel is confusion. And helplessness.

"I am an executor of the Ark Project."

Little Griseo, through the Ark's AI, searched the world and knew clearly that at this time, the Ark Project hadn't been finalized, and the Ark itself hadn't been completed. Naturally, the executor hadn't been chosen either.

So she didn't tell everyone that the original choice was Cosmos, and she had merely replaced him.

"The Ark Project is essentially about piloting the Ark to outer space to find a habitable planet that isn't targeted by the Honkai."

"The first attempt already failed."

"..."

"Before I time-traveled."

"The second voyage was underway."

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"So the second attempt also failed?" When Hen heard his daughter finally talking about the situation before her time travel, his spirit jolted, and he quickly pressed for details.

Everything else… in his eyes, wasn't as important.

Why did his daughter time-travel? How did she time-travel? He wanted to know, and he was also a little worried.

Did she time-travel here and can't go back?

Or is it just for a period of time, and she can return after a while?

Or perhaps…

There's a way to go back, but she needs help?

Or maybe she can't find a way and needs everyone's help?

Would staying in the past for a long time have any effect on her?

Many others were also pondering this question.

Although Little Griseo was telling them everything she knew, there were still many mysteries.

It might be impossible to sort them out clearly in a short while.

"It didn't fail."

Little Griseo shook her head slightly.

"Hey! Can you even speak properly? Isn't it currently sailing?"

Bianca, afraid that Hen's words might have put pressure on Little Griseo, nudged her husband with her elbow, signaling him not to speak carelessly, and then smiled gently, chiming in.

"So what happened next?" Mobius tilted her head slightly.

"Hmm…" Little Griseo hesitated.

She had been so eloquent when she'd revealed spoilers before.

But now, she was visibly frowning, as if troubled.

Then.

She raised her little hand.

And bit her index finger…

Tilting her head, she looked incredibly cute and innocent.

"Is there a problem?" Dr. Mei asked gently.

"I don't know how to explain it…"

Little Griseo answered honestly.

"It's okay, take your time," Bianca said, seeing this.

It seemed that what she was about to say was the truly important part.

At the very least.

At least, that's how it seemed in Little Griseo's eyes.

That's why she was conflicted, why she hesitated, whether to speak or not, feeling a bit lost.

Or perhaps!

What should she say?

What should she talk about?

How should she say it?

Actually, people are all like this.

The more important something is, the more serious they become.

Conversely, at times like these, they don't know where to begin.