"Anyway, rather than worrying about whether kids on the Xianzhou are a cut above kids on other planets, we should think about what to do now."
Jiang Yu swept his gaze over the corpse-like people around them and continued:
"We found some survivors still alive here, but that's about it. We still have no idea what made those copies. Our trail's gone cold again."
"Hehe..." March 7th scratched her head and gave a couple of sheepish chuckles.
The most amazing thing about the Astral Express Crew was that, no matter how serious or urgent the situation, they could maintain a relatively relaxed attitude and atmosphere, even finding time to joke around without holding up their progress.
This was probably the unique advantage of the Nameless. Traveling through the universe's sea of stars, they encountered countless difficulties and gradually developed an "extremely optimistic" attitude.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
After a little thought, the dependable Uncle Yang analyzed the situation in a calm voice:
"I originally thought these copies had been naturally generated by the rules of something here because we arrived, and that their desire to replace us also came from some rule approaching a survival instinct.
"But now, that doesn't seem to be the case. These copies are all relatively weak. Rather than eliminating us, they seem more suited to stalling for time.
"The person behind this probably relocated their base while we were fighting them.
"Looking at it that way, what remained on the Xianzhou wasn't a tool for creating copies. The people who infiltrated the Xianzhou haven't left either. They're probably plotting something.
"We just don't know whether they're the same people who caused the Stellaron incident. If they aren't, what are they after...?"
"Or maybe the person behind it just isn't very strong, so the