Return Countdown 56:00:00.
Aboard the "Number Eleven" airship.
Qing Chen sat in a chair in the command room, silently contemplating the prophecy Xiao Zhenji had drawn.
The one with light flowing through their eyes would be swallowed by light. The one who pursued ideals would betray those ideals and walk into the abyss.
The former was certainly himself. At first, Qing Chen had thought "swallowed by light" referred to a massive explosion, such as the moment the Eternal Spear fell.
But although that explosion had been violent, it had not affected him.
Then what would being swallowed by light correspond to?
And that person who pursued ideals, betrayed ideals... Qing Chen had always thought it might be Duke of Storm. But now, it seemed the other man had never pursued any ideals. All he pursued was power.
Strange. So far, this prophecy had not shown even the slightest sign of coming true.
Just then.
"Cough, cough, cough," He Jinqiu began coughing violently. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he could not stop.
Over the past few days, Qing Chen could even sense that the other man's condition was deteriorating at a visible rate.
When Qing Chen had first met He Jinqiu on the Western Continent, Boss He, once so spirited and heroic, had merely looked somewhat thinner. Now, he truly appeared sickly.
In the command room, Old Eleven asked curiously, "What illness do you have? There aren't many diseases our Kingdom of Roosevelt can't cure these days. If worse comes to worst, just replace your organs. Replace everything from head to toe, and surely it can be cured. Is Borton not paying you enough to treat your illness? Then come work for me..."
Borton glared at him. "Are you done? You're just a playboy who