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| 2 | 1 | 1 | 101 | AniZhuanchangEnd | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory590.jpg | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 3 | 2 | 2 | 401 | 1 | 201 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 4 | 3 | 3 | 301 | DialogEnable | Soon, all the remains of the Hetero-Creatures are completely devoured by the monster in the container without leaving a trace of the Punishing Virus behind. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 5 | 4 | 4 | 201 | 1 | 500334 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 6 | 5 | 5 | 301 | 1 | Roland | That was thorough... | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 7 | 6 | 6 | 301 | Roland juggles the container in his hand. The flesh inside does not look any different, even after devouring all the Hetero-Creatures. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 8 | 7 | 7 | 204 | 1 | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 9 | 8 | 8 | 301 | Roland | Haha... Were they not enough for you? | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 10 | 10 | 10 | 301 | Roland | Not only do they look like living organisms, but they're also even prioritizing survival, aren't they? | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 11 | 11 | 11 | 301 | It is a creature's instinct to fear death and aim to survive. But the more humanity's rationality develops, the more humans can control their primal instincts. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 12 | 12 | 12 | 204 | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 13 | 13 | 13 | 301 | Roland | That is why everyone's looking for a reason to live... | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 14 | 14 | 14 | 301 | He once believed that life and death are just that. If there can be no definite answers, simply dying is enough to be a beautiful curtain call for him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 15 | 15 | 15 | 301 | The ship begins to accelerate after disposing of the Hetero-Creatures. Roland looks up at the Moon in the distance. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 16 | 16 | 16 | 301 | —Will my answer be there? | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 17 | 17 | 17 | 301 | Staying with the girl with white hair is his reason to live, or so he has presumptuously decided... As long as she chooses to keep going, he will do anything to help her without a second thought. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 18 | 18 | 18 | 301 | Roland | But if even she, as an agent, has lost her reasons to live... | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 19 | 20 | 20 | 301 | Roland takes out what Alpha gave him—a storage device as thin and light as a chip. It will crumple into dust with the gentlest force. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 20 | 22 | 22 | 301 | Roland retracts his self-deprecating smile, sitting right there on the bow. In his left hand is the storage device from Alpha; in his right hand is the container with the stem cell from Vonnegut... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 21 | 23 | 23 | 301 | 1 | AniZhuanchangBegin | Roland | But no matter what we do, we are just side characters... Luna, only you can save yourself. Will it be death... or will it be life? | 1 |