Yu Lian thought, In a universe this idealistic, of course I believe in prophecy.
Wasn't the voice I heard when I first traveled through the Stargate, the "Silver Dragon Series" mental illusion package I received, and the psionic storm that could be upgraded all gifts from some predecessors?
But you're just a cyborg. Hearing you talk about prophecy feels off somehow. I'd rather believe Little Gray talked you into it.
At that point, Yu Lian couldn't help shivering. He felt as though he'd once again caught sight of a blind spot, and instinctively spread his spiritual perception outward.
Of course, he didn't sense the presence of any cybernetic zero-element sprite. But that only confirmed his suspicions about which troublemaking AI had a guilty conscience. Even if she hadn't been the instigator, she'd certainly fanned the flames while she had the chance.
"Mr. Trend, this so-called prophecy..." Yu Lian tried to hide the sympathy in his gaze.
"Yes, the prophecy." Mr. Trend repeated himself, his tone as resolute as a seeker of the Way. "You may think the old man has lost his mind, but I truly felt something stirring in the depths of fate. That's why I decided to come to New Shenzhou in person. As for the problems that have arisen as a result, I can only say that it was fate's choice. We've all steeled ourselves to face the consequences."
"And now you've become a participant in the war. I still feel very sorry about that."
"If you keep being so polite, I really will have nowhere to hide my shame. Strictly speaking, we were simply carrying out construction work and technological archaeology when the war suddenly swept us up in it. To keep our labor from being ruined by the fighting, we had no choice but to