The voice, brimming with endless food for the imagination, faded, yet the scene fell utterly silent for a moment.
Qiao Yuansheng left quietly with the remaining people, his expression unchanged, leaving only Su Deben and his group behind.
Compared with Blue Star, which had actively explored other worlds and left behind countless sparks of civilization, the ones who had it worse were actually the parallel-universe Earths that later entered the game in their entirety.
They had been dragged into the wasteland by the game and forced to endure one terrifying disaster after another.
If they chose to eke out a living in instances and happened to encounter these already-dead worlds...
"It's truly a shame about those people who entered because of our influence later."
"The first batch of players from Blue Star really did enjoy the most glorious era of all the players. I still remember how so many people regarded it as an opportunity to change their fate. Some even transformed from ordinary good-for-nothings into exalted gods, worshiped and looked up to by all living beings."
"If they perished in these already-dead worlds, they would have no reason for regret. But those who went through so many trials later..." He sighed. "Perhaps this is fate, too."
Su Deben nodded and did not press further about what exactly the Small World had been like.
One day in heaven was a year on earth.
At least several hundred years had passed since the first game began. In the Small World, that amounted to nearly ten thousand years.
If they still had not managed to rise above their circumstances after all that time, they had probably taken the wrong path. They might even be living worse than the current wasteland humans.
Besides, Blue Star truly had no need to search for those