Wu Pifu sensed the change in the people's attitude toward him. From their emotions, the Fifth Generation, Mazda included, felt extremely complicated toward him: admiration, anticipation, unease, and a slight sense of helplessness.
Their emotions were so complicated that Wu Pifu almost thought he was their father.
"...Um." Wu Pifu pondered for a long while. As the five-person logistics team waited respectfully for him to board the vehicle and hundreds of Fifth Generation stood respectfully around him, he still could not help asking, "Let me ask you something. Were you... also decorations with your heads stuck in vases before?"
"?"
The hundreds of expectant Fifth Generation, along with even more officers and upper-ranking personnel who vaguely knew something but did not dare be certain, all went blank. For a moment, they had no idea what Wu Pifu was talking about.
Some kind of riddle?
Or some sort of associative phrase?
Or perhaps something that had happened to this esteemed Originator in the multiverse?
"Sir..." Mazda forced himself to speak.
"Forget it." Wu Pifu sensed all this through their emotions. Clutching his aching head, he said, "Pretend I said nothing. Otherwise, my image in your minds is definitely going to become something inhuman..."
Their emotions were so complicated that Wu Pifu's head throbbed. He was forced to shut off his emotional perception.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
They all knew that when the multiverse had built the Ark, several earth-shattering wars had first been fought, purging nearly every discordant element from the multiverse. This purging had not meant negotiation, coexistence, or anything similar. It had been a true and total eradication at the root, at the source, across every level of flesh, spirit, and spiritual particles. Those wars had even directly destroyed more than half the dimensions.
But circumstances