With the dust settled, the Iron Tomb had truly been destroyed by them, and the universe truly began to restart.
Around Amphoreus, the screens aboard countless spacecraft began to recover.
On the screen, a child was born.
He let out a soft cry, reaching out as though trying to grasp something, or perhaps greeting this world.
Countless screens returned to normal.
At Herta Space Station, beneath Zhong Zihui's screen, Big Herta, Sunday, Screwllum, Old Yang, Asta, and the others had their bodies restored as well.
At that moment, they were all looking up at the large words on the screen.
They were words the people of the Douluo Continent could not understand.
As the words appeared, a voice sounded as well.
At the same time, throughout the universe, the screens seen by everyone who had been restarted displayed words they could recognize.
One world after another, one civilization after another, words appearing one after another, along with that gentle voice.
At last, on the Douluo Continent, they saw words they recognized.
There were only four words: "Hello, World."
At that moment, it seemed to echo the baby who had appeared earlier.
His birth was like a greeting to this universe, this world.
Just as Cyrene's arrow split into countless rays of light, everything in the universe appeared once more.
Like newborn infants, they still loved this world.
And Cyrene's arrow finally struck the viral factor beside Nous, the one about to invade Nous.
It utterly eradicated the final factor of Destruction.
It exploded into a brilliant burst of fireworks.
Nous went dark once again.
The starry sky around Nous once more fell into shutdown.
"The conclusion is beyond doubt. Nous's answer was not 'Destruction.'"
"But Nous remained silent, entrusting the responsibility of finding the answer to the galaxy itself."
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