Chapter 557 Several Eras Later
With no other remedy available, Arthur turned and left, venturing alone into the frigid, blizzard-swept Drum Kingdom, slowly disappearing from Chopper and Dormammu's sight.
When faced with setbacks, they seek comfort from others, from family, and from friends.
Arthur thought his past life was ridiculous. Why didn't he just avoid contact with anything from the start?
They insist on binding themselves to a bunch of burdens and establishing some so-called power or family.
He vents his frustrations on women and wastes his time on them.
For this brief bond, they dared to challenge him with their lives; they were truly like mayflies before the heavens.
Since he wants to wake up early, then so be it.
Then go to hell.
Then let him control everything forever, severing those ridiculous ties.
In the end, a person is just one person.
From the moment one's intelligence is awakened, from the moment one gradually comes to understand the world, there are only two choices.
You can either live alone or integrate into a group.
Of course, there is a third option: either end your life early.
Arthur stood on the cliff top hundreds of meters high, his clothes flapping wildly in the wind and snow.
In such an extremely cold climate, he felt no cold at all.
"Where is the future in this world? All our efforts have been in vain."
His voice was incredibly weathered and filled with hatred, yet he couldn't escape this abyss.
He hated the world, hated everything, and hated those who hurt him.
The thought of myself in this world having to give those guys a peaceful life...
Everyone could enjoy peace and stability, which made Arthur so angry that he wanted to kill him long ago.
He was the only one who could enjoy all of this.
No one in this world deserves to die; they only deserve to die in despair.
They don't even deserve to breathe.
The extreme emotions intensified, and the domineering light, following Arthur's will, instantly engulfed the entire Drum Kingdom.
In the blink of an eye, all life on the island perished, and the island vanished from the world.
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Ultimately, fueled by his lingering shadow of unease, this world, poised for a truce…
It was finally quiet.
The silence was almost eerie.
The sounds of busy machinery, the bustling city, the civilized island—everything became quiet.
Centuries have passed in the blink of an eye!
At the center of the world, on a continent pieced together from islands of varying sizes.
Before several large blue stone tombs, Arthur stood alone, sword in hand, lingering in front of them.
Those who were injected with his bloodline factor lived to an average age of three hundred before dying of old age.
"Hmm~ Hmm~" Arthur hummed a strange tune to himself, and eventually left the place alone.
A person walks on the sea.
One person moves an island.
One person pieced together the world.
Since that day, he has done everything alone.
Like a lonely ghost, wandering in every corner of this world.
As humming, Arthur heard another humming voice behind him.
"Ku~ Ku~"
They walked in unison, one in front of the other, through the old, moss-covered buildings of a bygone civilization.
He didn't know if he was hallucinating, but he didn't perform the immortality surgery on Cooper.
I turned around abruptly, and the sound had vanished.
The hallucination made Arthur smile calmly.
More than three hundred years have passed, yet he still clings to a sliver of hope.
“Look over there at that human. My ancestors saw him before.”
"Me too. Where have all the other humans in this world gone?"
"Why is he all alone?"
The animals' voices drifted into Arthur's ears.
When he looked back again, a flock of huge eagles were talking about him from behind by a group of tigers.
The creatures of this world have not seen human activity for centuries.
Arthur didn't know where their next destination was.
He embarked once again on the wandering glacier roads, day after day, walking alone in every corner of the world.
Throughout their lives, they search for a place of inner peace.
For thousands or tens of thousands of years, I have watched as all things in the world are re-enacted, and I will never interfere.
Gradually, even the deepest part of his heart could no longer be stirred by any emotion.
His eyes grew increasingly dim, until he finally closed them completely, relying solely on sensing the drifting aura.
To find something to do, he pieced all the islands together by hand, one by one.
This caused massive volcanic eruptions around the world, plunging the entire planet into a period of extreme heat that lasted for an unknown duration.
All the buildings of this once-mighty civilization are now buried beneath the deep sea.
The unification of continental plates, disasters, acid rain, extreme weather, and even environments where carbon-based life cannot survive—it's been an unknown amount of time.
He is immortal and indestructible. Even if he doesn't eat, drink, or breathe air, and even if his body is as thin as a skeleton, he cannot die.
Era after era, one after another.
Arthur gradually lost track of time, not knowing how much time had passed—
Animals evolved civilization, and the world became colorful again.
The moment the noise filled his ears again, he abruptly opened his eyes, which had been closed for several epochs.
The hum of the car vibrated in his ears, making his eardrums throb.
The bustling city, filled with modern and futuristic technology, left him speechless.
A group of staff members in suits and ties are leading a large group of people on a tour.
"Excuse me, what is this?" a boy who looked like a student asked, pointing to the statue of Arthur.
"Ancient human fossils?"
The child is reading the detailed information on the museum exhibit panels.
"Oh, that's a precious ancient artifact!" a staff member exclaimed as they stepped forward.
"A stone statue of a human from ancient times! You can tell he was someone who used a sword."
The students looked down on the staff, pointing at the statue's eyes.
"You can't fool people like that. There's clearly a living person inside."
"Alive..." The staff member turned to look at the head of the stone statue. Arthur was adjusting his eyes to the light and darkness of the world, moving his eyes around.
"what--!"
Seeing this, he was startled and immediately called the police.
Police station, interrogation room.
Arthur was handcuffed and interrogated in a stuffy interrogation room.
"Unidentified, dressed in a peculiar manner, male, 2.27 meters tall, weighing 140 kilograms! Gender is male, age determined by facial features, roughly around 30 years old or perhaps lower."
"When they were escorted into the interrogation room and entered the public relations inspection equipment room, the signal was lost."
"He carried two knives at his waist, the blades were jet black, and their sharpness... was enough to easily cut through steel."
The bureau chief was dumbfounded when he heard these reports. Are there really such sharp cold weapons in the world?
That's quite shocking.
But when he pulled out one of the two knives in front of him and touched it with his skin, he only pressed it lightly.
The flesh and blood on the thumb, along with the finger joints, were all cut off.
"Stop the bleeding! Stop the bleeding quickly! Chief, what are you doing! Why don't you believe the report?!"
"Ouch! What is this made of?!"
He happened to touch the Black Blade Ice Dragon, which was much prettier than Frostbite, and it aroused his curiosity.
In the interrogation room, Arthur tried to adjust to the noise. Even through the soundproof glass, his ears could easily hear the sounds outside the police station.
"Have I...time-traveled?" Arthur thought calmly to himself.
"I remember I fell asleep."
I don't know if it's time travel, or if the world has changed because of the long time that has passed, or whether it's a dream or not.
Arthur stopped thinking about it. Perhaps he was sleeping somewhere in the world, or perhaps the modern architecture and technology before him were real. He no longer cared about distinguishing between truth and falsehood.
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