Oh No! They're All Dead!

"Chirp chirp—"

"Chirp."

The Little Sprites also curiously climbed onto Cong Yu's shoulders, looking at the words on his terminal... They seemed able to understand them.

The Little Sprites were surprisingly well educated.

They could recognize the Black Hollow Seven Bites Yaochuan Guang had unleashed back when she was still the "dim-witted Monster Lord," and they could also understand the Common Tongue of the universe.

"There is indeed a civilization on this planet that calls itself lun.hui?. However, there are no high-ranking lun.hui? clan officials or particularly famous people... The records say their settlement is on the other hemisphere."

As Cong Yu spoke, he looked at the navigation on his terminal and realized they still had a long way to travel.

This time, Cong Yu had no interest in "walking around and sightseeing."

"Let's take the Jormungandr Train..."

"Mm."

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Calamity...

In places they did not know about, in places the Calamity Committee did not understand... Civilizations perished to Calamity almost every moment.

Thinking of this, the Chairwoman suddenly realized why Cong Yu and his civilization called Calamity an "Extinction Formula."

Formula was probably how Cong Yu's people defined all "unreasonable" powers.

And compared to "Calamity," "Extinction" was actually a better interpretation of it.

Eternal, forever, everlasting...

Chaotic and inextricably tangled, forcing themselves—or forcing the Calamity Species they controlled—to launch extinction upon civilizations and planets.

Thinking about it left the Chairwoman feeling powerless.

Because just like the existence of "Calamity," just like the destruction of civilizations, they had no way to change any of it.

There were many things the Calamity Committee and she herself could do.

But all of it was futile.

Whenever she thought of that, she could not help feeling that everyone's path ahead was nothing but an illusion... that everything they worked for was merely emptiness.