[Gestation] stared fixedly at this strange man.
"If you want to see the future, you have plenty of ways to stay alive."
"What fun would that be? Each generation should only do what falls to it. Wouldn't it be better to leave the rest to the next?
Besides, I've already decided. Creating life-that is my final ideal, as Kou Cheqie'er. My life will end in a natural death, but my ideals will never end with it!"
[Gestation] did not understand why this man was always so optimistic. He was clearly preparing to die, yet she could still see fire rising in those pitch-black eyes.
Scorching, searing.
"Are all the people where you come from like this?"
At the unexpected question, Kou Cheqie'er scratched his head.
"Probably not. There are friends who share my ideals, sworn enemies who betrayed us, and people who sell out everyone's interests for their own selfish gain.
That's why I want to change it. I want to make the mysterious Void give way to us. I want to build a team to take the lead in exploring this dangerous world.
There's so much I want to do, but I can't do it alone. So I have to clear the obstacles for those who come after me, send those rotting old bones to their deaths, and leave hope for the future. It's something that must be done, and the only thing I can do right now."
[Gestation]'s hand paused over the game piece.
"Aren't you afraid the people of the future won't measure up to you?"
"Of course not. The world of today is mine, and the world of the future is theirs. They'll set out on the same road I did, then go even farther.
I'll wait for them on that road, alongside countless others. After