On Bulwark Star's deck, the white-haired old man stood with a calm bearing.
His gaze was so sincere that it inspired not the slightest doubt. It was the clarity accumulated over countless years, as though he had already witnessed every birth, death, and cycle in the universe.
There was only pure curiosity and respect in his eyes, without the slightest trace of hypocrisy or hostility.
Sandora and Pandora exchanged a quick glance.
With their experience and perception, they could naturally tell that his goodwill was genuine.
This Creator radiated a powerful aura of "order." One could even say that he himself was the embodiment of this universe's "order."
Faced with an existence that had taken the initiative to show goodwill, the Imperium was willing to offer corresponding respect.
"Hilling Empire, Sandora." Sandora spoke first, her voice steady and dignified without sounding condescending.
She said no more, simply identifying herself.
"Pandora." The little girl beside her still sounded somewhat wary. "Hilling Empire Grand General, supreme commander of the front lines."
Jack's gaze shifted to the other side—where there was a projection of a little girl with her arms folded, wearing an expression that said, "You two are so cool. I love it."
"Bubble." She curled her lips and struck the same cool pose as Pandora. "Hilling Empire Supreme Wisdom... just think of me as the Imperium's chief steward."
"Neos,"...
Jack smiled and nodded, his expression gentle.
He had evidently understood everyone's position in their system at once and addressed each of them differently to show respect.
"It is an honor to meet you all." After speaking, his gaze returned mainly to Sandora. His intuition told him that she might possess deeper insights into certain fundamental questions.
"May I ask you to answer one question for me?" he asked seriously. "What exactly...