"What the hell was that thing? And what was that about an 'off-world weapon'..."
Chu Bamboo recalled what Nuwa No. 17 had reported earlier, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably as he faintly grasped the terrifying implications.
Though he thought he had already greatly overestimated the upper limits of a Transcendent's power, it now seemed he had still underestimated it.
At the same time, Chu Bamboo's heart ached.
'My god, all that power was left for him by his good brother and grand-niece! And it was just consumed by the river of time?'
'It hurts... It hurts so much!'
After taking a long moment to sort through his thoughts and calm himself, Chu Bamboo finally composed himself and started to walk out. But after just two steps, a thought struck him. He frowned, looking at the Little Mushroom Head trailing closely behind him.
"Nuwa No. 17, can you recount my life story for me? Start from after 2025..."
