"Uh..."
Chen Shu sat at the dinner table on the rooftop. They had polished off every dish the station master had made, but the people gathered around the table refused to leave. The night breeze was especially cool, yet they kept watching Chen Shu with expectant eyes, leaving him helpless.
It was not just the people at the Hotel. The owner of the bakery across the street was there too—the station master's wife and Miss Yaoyao's elder sister—along with the former superstar who worked at the bakery with her appearance concealed.
There was even a goddamn talking flower...
He had not expected so many listeners.
Fortunately, as half a historian, he was quite good at telling stories.
"That story began many, many years ago. Perhaps it wasn't long by the measure of the universe or a Planet's lifespan, but for a young civilization, it was an age so distant that no records remained. So we don't know exactly how long ago it was. Tens of thousands of years, perhaps, or more than a hundred thousand. A civilized plane that was almost our neighbor suffered a catastrophe that threatened to wipe it out..."
Through Chen Shu's telling, the vast tale of a plane's survival and a long war became an epic spanning tens of thousands of years.
The whole gathering listened, utterly spellbound.
Some stared in rapt attention, some looked full of longing, some asked questions now and then, some said nothing, and some lay sprawled across the table, eyes blinking blankly...
To Chen Shu, the young woman named Cheng Yan seemed the most interested. She appeared to love history and the vast, weighty feeling it held. Nearly everyone else was engrossed too, including the heroine sprawled across the table.
"That civilization was more advanced than ours. But thanks to the