Bolo had done his best. Back when everyone was racking their brains over how to permanently deal with the Empress, he had decisively concluded that it was impossible.
He then twisted his own heart, making painstaking calculations and tethering himself to the Empress forever, doomed to suffer for eternity, all to buy them a little time.
He had bought the Blue White Society thirty years. To the Empress, that amount of time was no more than a snap of the fingers.
But to humanity, it represented a generation.
The unfinished work of one generation had to be completed by the next.
Bolo had done everything his era possibly could. No one could blame him for leaving behind such a massive hidden danger.
If he had not done this, humanity would already be gone.
Bolo had fulfilled his mission. What happened next would depend on those who came after him.
Twenty-five of the thirty years had already passed. That was far too little time. If Mo Qiong had not come in this time, the Blue White Society might have been wiped out without even realizing it, let alone being prepared.
But now that they knew, they still had time to consider the matter.
Of course, things had to be handled step by step. Mo Qiong temporarily kept it in mind.
"My main purpose in coming here was to find out whether we can move the Empress somewhere else," Mo Qiong said.
He told Bolo about the invasion by the Otherworld Civilization and how the Blue White Society now had other universes that could serve as Containment Bases.
Although Bolo had already taken the Empress's side, the faith he had once loved so deeply had not vanished.
The containment cause and humanity still weighed on his heart. At the very least, they