(Yesterday, because of a mistake, I was forced to post two chapters, much to my heartache. Many friends said I would definitely skip today's update. Hmph, hmph, I am... that sort of person, but I'm still not skipping it! I've kept this up since April-has it been easy for me? Anyway, I'm definitely taking a break from updates next month. Pulling a face~ I'll go delete those explanations in the previous two chapters in a moment.)
No one could see beauty or art in this battered Mecha that had been buried in the dirt, unless they worked in a related field.
The Priestess had no need to profit from artwork appreciating in value, but she was undoubtedly a true artist. Looking at the Mecha in the glass case, she said softly, "It would surely be beautiful if it could move. I just wonder what color it was."
"White." Jing Jiu turned and walked out of the secret storeroom.
The Priestess was astonished. Looking at his retreating figure, she asked, "Are you really certain it was white?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt how disrespectful this was to a god.
Jing Jiu neither stopped nor grew angry. "Certain," he said.
They reached the museum entrance, and when the time came to part, the Priestess bowed to see him off.
When she raised her head, she saw that the youth in the blue hoodie had already crossed the street and merged into the crowd.
With a rumble, the Blazing Sun Warship lifted off the ground, broke through the atmosphere, and headed upward.
At first, the sky was blue. Once they were beyond it, it turned black.
That was the boundless, empty, cold universe.
Artificial gravity required a Gravitational Force Field Generator, which was expensive and