Little Gray had only just folded down three fingers when she saw everyone present wearing shocked, even terrified expressions. Professor Jinov and Thea were no exception. She immediately clutched her stomach and giggled.
"Just kidding! Ahahaha! The atmosphere was so tense, I thought everyone could use a chance to relax a little. Yes, the thing lying inside that gas giant really is a gigantic leviathan, unlike anything your civilization has encountered in generations. But at the end of the day, it's still just livestock. Once you kill it, this star system will recover at a speed you can hardly imagine." She clapped her hands. "I brought good news and bad news today, but when all's said and done, it's good news. So you should all be feeling relieved."
Thea nearly ground her teeth to dust. Damn my temper. If I hadn't just failed to last even one round, I'd be charging in there right now.
As the top fighter of the third generation of the Spirit Research Society, and with the "Asura" temper she'd always had, she could only quickly recite the Chongxu Sutra several times to force down her surging anger.
Still, she had to admit that the joke had dispelled the oppressive tension that had weighed on them moments before.
Then Little Gray added, "Of course, it's not quite time to start a countdown, but the chances of it waking up are measured in hours. It could be less than a hundred hours, or as long as two weeks. You can relax, but not too much."
So do you want us to be tense or not?
For some reason, the sacred filter through which everyone had viewed the Enlighteners—as godlike, noble, solemn, and magnificent—began to crack.
If they could develop a guide this flaky, they didn't sound all