(Winter break is drawing to a close. Good kids should start doing their winter homework.)
How long could human civilization endure?
Bai Ye did not know. Even the master of humanity, the great Emperor of Mankind, could not answer that question.
Yet humanity had still endured stubbornly within the galaxy until the fortieth millennium. Perhaps there was no need to dwell too much on the question.
"Senior has thought about a lot too..." Eyjafjalla remarked from beside him.
"Do you think I'm not much like a frontline Operator? Not like the warrior you imagined?" Bai Ye asked with a smile as he drove the sand rover.
Eyjafjalla blushed slightly and nodded.
"A little... I absolutely don't mean to underestimate you, Senior. It's just that I never expected you to be this amazing."
"After all, I could be considered a Caster too... And combat itself is something that requires thought."
Bai Ye sighed softly.
"What are we fighting for? What kind of battle has meaning...?"
"If all you want is to drift along with the current, or fight for shallow reasons like money, then it really is simple. You do not need to think about anything."
After a brief pause, Bai Ye continued.
"But if you want to use the power you possess to accomplish something, then you will inevitably think when you fight."
Eyjafjalla looked at Bai Ye and smiled.
"You really are an incredible person, Senior..."
"It's not that exaggerated. I just think a little more than most." Bai Ye smiled as well.
Her smile fading, Eyjafjalla spoke softly.
"Come to think of it, even though we're already in a Catastrophe warning zone, and as a Catastrophe Messenger I fully understand how dangerous this place is... I don't know why, but I still feel strangely at ease."
"Maybe it