Xu Xin had too many questions he wanted to ask, and if it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was just an unresponsive image, he would have interrupted the other person long ago.
No matter how incredible the words of this several-hundred-years-old self seemed, Xu Xin thought they were still believable.
Perhaps, this was a kind of trust that transcended time and space.
But if the first batch of survivors were their own sent into the future, what about the subsequent batches... were they too?
Then why is it that now, as they seem to just arrive in this world, they're under the control of those alien invaders?
The image of Xu Xin continued to speak.
"I am not one of the first to return to the past, because in the future, I am still needed to preside over the overall situation. Similarly, most of my team partners did not return to the past in that batch."
Team partners?
Could it be...
