To be precise.
At this moment, the entire world inside the nucleus is full of countless micro-particles rising upward, flying through the sky barrier.
Among these micro-particles, 4396 also spotted quite a few old acquaintances.
For instance, the fermion aunt who first mistook him for Superon, now wearing an apron and holding a spatula, looking as though she's cooking.
And the Higgs Particle that once pursued 4685, only to be beaten up by the chubby one and others…
He also saw a proton with a serene expression—a senior, which the chubby one called the elder who had lived for hundreds of millions of years—Hey, don't be so laid-back; if you encounter an electron, you'll get neutralized too!
There was also the baryon doctor from before, whose figure was quite striking among the swarm...
A while later.
4396 suddenly felt a faint pull.
Oh, right, it's about time for me too.
With this in mind.
4396 turned, preparing to bid a final farewell to 4685.
