Bam!
A barrage of complaints shot out like a machine gun, and Nomi slammed the liquor bottle onto the coffee table.
"Fuck!"
Rista shrank back, startled by Nomi's aura.
"It's because we're not strong enough ourselves."
Nomi spread out her palm and clenched her fist:
"If any of us had his kind of talent, then when Azure Star faced a crisis again, there'd be no need to rely on others for help."
"I actually knew long ago, when I was wandering on that wasteland and got captured for research by those institutions, I knew that hope is not something to pin on others. You can only fight it out with your damn fists!"
"But..."
She helplessly released her hand, resting her forehead, and murmured to herself:
"This isn't some boring third-rate fantasy novel. It was already a miracle that someone like him appeared on Azure Star. There's no way there'd be a second one— even if there were, it'd be tens of thousands of years later."
"In this Starry Abyss, everything is already predestined."
