Everyone isn't everyone - the Perseus is gone, all of its crew are gone. And it's not just Gen's friends who aren't around. That scheming Dr. Xeno is gone; his lackey Stanley is gone; several of his henchmen with him. But enough are in the 'Corn City' in America allows Gen to know - everyone is stone.
The world was doomed once more. And Gen couldn't help but feel the obvious correlation, if not causation; Senku must have died. Something had gone wrong. No-one would be there to save humanity now.
No-one except him, alone.
Returners - Fleeting Disbelief [ OTA ]
Except.
Gen had started to scout for supplies - he needed to find out what he had to work with. Except, he couldn't seem to get too far out from the remains of Xeno's fortress. Trial and error had a bubble roughly 8 kilometers.
Then, noticing one thing strange - the sky began to flicker with colors quite unlike what he'd expect for the southern lights.
It's all a dream or an illusion after all? Frustrated, Gen shouted out to no-one - "You could've given me a nice fucking illusion, at least!"
Gen would press the SCA when prompted - and wait. Someone would find him sitting by the fire, a makeshift little hut of dried corn stalks and branches behind him. The Mentalist would give his rescuer a cheerful grin, completely false, and greet them merrily. "Why, hello! I'd give you a tour of my world, but there's not much to see at the moment - unless you like realistic statuary. Shall we go?"
Asagiri Gen
Returners - Fleeting Disbelief [ OTA ]
Except.
Gen had started to scout for supplies - he needed to find out what he had to work with. Except, he couldn't seem to get too far out from the remains of Xeno's fortress. Trial and error had a bubble roughly 8 kilometers.
Then, noticing one thing strange - the sky began to flicker with colors quite unlike what he'd expect for the southern lights.
It's all a dream or an illusion after all? Frustrated, Gen shouted out to no-one - "You could've given me a nice fucking illusion, at least!"
Gen would press the SCA when prompted - and wait. Someone would find him sitting by the fire, a makeshift little hut of dried corn stalks and branches behind him. The Mentalist would give his rescuer a cheerful grin, completely false, and greet them merrily. "Why, hello! I'd give you a tour of my world, but there's not much to see at the moment - unless you like realistic statuary. Shall we go?"