Chapter 41: Joshua's Daily Life
When crimson fire and silver steel appeared together at the world's center, unparalleled sanctity and vitality were born from them. As the soul-burning light blazed across the sky, the Chronos Mountains, left in ruins by war, were reborn anew.
Grass and trees regained their vitality, rivers became clean, the originally oppressive and stifling cold wind gradually turned warm, and the blood-soaked air grew fresh. As specks of light resembling sparks swept through, the deep-seated toxins of the world were cleansed entirely. The world that had been destroyed by calamity hundreds of years ago, under the combined efforts of Joshua and the ancient dragon, began to repair itself as if time were flowing backward. One could see that tiny green sprouts had actually appeared in the vast divine wasteland—proof that seeds buried for many years had been awakened.
This was the power of the flame, the light of order.
But what exactly was this power?
At the world's center, at the core of the concentric ripples spreading outward wave after wave, Joshua raised his right arm high, while the ancient dragon beside him raised its head and let out a long roar, releasing silver thunder. In the warrior's palm, the authority inherited from the Sage was operating at full capacity. The toxins of chaos were being burned, transformed into the vitality that reshaped the world, just as it had been at the dawn of the multiverse's creation.
Why could rekindling the flame repair the world?
Although Joshua still did not fully understand the principle behind the authority in his hand, after such a long time, he could at least vaguely guess what kind of power the Soulflame King truly was... Unlike the First Flame at the center of the multiverse, this flame, though also called the First Flame, was not the same entity.
—If the cycle of steel was the cycle of matter and life, manifested in the world as a complete ecosystem and natural circulatory system, then the cycle of fire was the cycle of order and spirit, the reincarnation of all souls and wills.
Fire burned chaos, allowing the light of existence to illuminate the void and give birth to the world. At the dawn of the world's creation, from the crystallization of steel emerged creators called primordial life. They had many names across the multiverse, but the people of Mycroft called them ancient dragons.
The ancient dragons created the first seeds of life. These basic microorganisms had consciousness but no wisdom, and their souls were so faint they barely existed. Through countless generations of death and reproduction, evolution and mutation over millions of years, these tiny sparks of soul gradually gathered and grew, producing the first flame... Ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, a million, ten million, even hundreds of millions of years passed. When the first intelligent life capable of thinking "Who am I?" was born in this world, the World Will awakened, and only then did the world's flame truly begin to burn.
The accumulation of countless souls could make the flame burn. When the fire's light illuminated the world's borders and solidified the world barrier, it proclaimed the birth of an orderly world. In a world with flame, the intelligent life living within it would not degenerate. The soul of each newborn generation would become more resilient due to the strengthening of the soul cycle left by their predecessors.
From the era of microorganisms to the age of intelligent life, the convergence of all souls in a world was the essence of the flame. It was the cycle and reincarnation of spirit and soul, the inheritance and progress of will. Its existence allowed a world to flourish and reach its peak.
But if the flame was lost, if this cycle was broken, if this flame was extinguished... then what awaited that world was a fall into the abyss.
Demons were a race that had lost their flame. Their race would continuously degenerate. Only by plundering the souls and flames of other worlds could they maintain their own existence... But having fire alone was not enough. Life and nature, born from steel, were the vessels of fire. If either was missing, it was incomplete. Powerful demons could plunder the souls of other worlds, but they could not create a system where these souls could dwell and complete the cycle. That was something only the creative power of the ancient dragons could achieve.
The Chronos World was a world already destroyed—its World Will was gone, its flame extinguished, and its natural system completely collapsed. Only the Chronos Mountains remained as an unnatural ecosystem maintained by the ancient dragon's power. The dragonmen and monsters living there were all races deeply influenced by the ancient dragon's bloodline. In a sense, they could be considered its kin, which was why they could survive in this dead world. Now, Joshua and the ancient dragon joined forces, using the remains of chaos to ignite the flame and reshape the world's cycle. With the Chronos Mountains as their center, they continuously expanded the breath of life—
One could see rain falling in the wasteland. At the world's edge, the earth's crust cracked under some unknown force, erupting with large amounts of high-temperature, sulfurous steam. As thick clouds and thunder gradually appeared in the sky, the earth began to rumble and shake. In the distance, volcanic eruptions could be seen. These celestial and terrestrial anomalies seemed like natural disasters, but they caused the originally dead Chronos World to gradually become vibrant with life.
At the same time, the souls of countless dragonmen, mixed with the light of order produced by Joshua burning chaos, officially became part of the orderly cycle. Some turned into wind, some became rain, and others remained at the ruins of their original villages, becoming spirits guarding this land.
This was not death but rebirth. They willingly became the sky and earth of this newborn world, protecting their still-living kin in another form.
"Lisa, Father will never leave you. I will become part of this world. If one day a breeze brushes your cheek, it will be me embracing you."
"Lisa, you've grown so much. Although I didn't see you grow up in person, seeing you like this now is still wonderful... You must live well, okay?"
Beside the warrior, the dragon-girl who had witnessed the flame's rekindling from a first-person perspective heard familiar whispers at her ear. Not only that, she even heard a female voice tinged with laughter—it was her parents' voices. In that brief moment, her eyes filled with tears. But what use was crying? This was already the best possible outcome... So Lisa, who had already decided to move forward, lowered her head so others wouldn't see her face. In a voice that was broken yet sounded like she was laughing, she said, "Don't worry, Dad... Even if I'm alone, I will definitely live well!"
I will become stronger.
Stronger and stronger... strong enough that no one can threaten what I love, no one can take away what I have.
Leaving aside the small determination budding in the girl's heart, Joshua and the ancient dragon's actions were now drawing to a close.
"Lacking fresh water... The Black Mist's attack back then decomposed all the water in the Chronos World. As the birthplace of the first intelligent life, even the sea was completely erased by the Black Mist. No wonder the flame was completely extinguished."
Joshua frowned, muttering to himself with some anxiety.
The recovery of the natural ecosystem was actually complete. Unlike the Carlis World, the Chronos World still had an ancient dragon. As long as the silver ancient dragon didn't leave, the world's order would continue... The problem was that the Chronos World was severely lacking in water. The former homeland of the fishman civilization had been completely evaporated. Only some water circulation existed in the mountains, but this amount of water was barely enough to sustain the mountains, let alone support the entire world.
After all, most of the world was a dry divine wasteland. Even in a world where the flame was still burning, deserts were forbidden zones unsuitable for survival.
"It can only be this way for now. We'll have to wait until we find enough water resources later. For now, let's just revive a grassland surrounding the mountains. This is the limit."
The ancient dragon also noticed this. It let out a rather frustrated roar. As a life form directly born from steel crystallization, it naturally knew that most life required water as a foundation for survival. This time, it had finally encountered a holder of the flame authority to reshape the world, only to be unable to achieve perfection due to the lack of this most common resource.
But it wasn't too anxious. The ancient dragon knew that in other worlds of the multiverse, there were countless worlds with extremely abundant water resources, even abyssal worlds composed entirely of oceans. If they could find such a world and open a portal, then the Chronos World's water shortage problem would be easily solved.
Joshua had roughly the same idea. So after the final ring of order light spread to the world's edge, the intertwined crimson and silver light gradually dimmed.
For the dragonmen who couldn't help but marvel at the strange phenomena suddenly appearing in the sky, everything around them seemed unchanged. They only felt that the air had become much fresher, and some inexplicable burden had disappeared. But certain dragonmen with keen spiritual perception seemed to hear voices coming from the forest and the earth. Those voices were gentle and qinqie (warm/affectionate), seemingly trying to communicate with them.
Meanwhile, the dragonmen at the edge of the mountains stared in astonishment into the distance—where there had once been a desolate desert, a boundless green plain had suddenly appeared. Rivers from the Chronos Mountains surged out, flowing joyfully across this grassland. The dragonmen, accustomed to mountain life, had never seen such a scene. They didn't know what this sight truly meant.
"It's the call of primal totems... So that's how it was. Was our Mycroft World's totem system also born like this?"
Standing to the side, the two legendary mages who had watched the entire process of Joshua wielding the Soulflame King's power and reshaping the world's cycle with the ancient dragon were now seriously observing the dragonmen communicating with the forest and earth. They sensed a familiar aura from these dragonmen's actions. After some thought, Baniel and William were surprised to discover that this was the original form of the shaman totem lineage that had been eradicated on the Mycroft Continent.
"Ancestral souls dwell within all things. Those with keen spirits will worship these spirits, borrow their power to create totems, and use the earliest magic... This is a major subject, Baniel!"
Murmuring softly, William's eyes suddenly lit up. He excitedly looked at his friend beside him: "Runes were derived from totems—although we now know the effects of runes, we don't know why totems transformed into the runes of later generations. Those records were all burned during the Era of Radiance... If we could observe the birth of primitive magic and totems from the beginning, our magical lineage would be completed with the final piece of the puzzle!"
"Yes, the people at the Sky-Piercing White Tower have always been searching for the original form of runes. If the foundation is unstable, we cannot advance further. If we could observe this primitive civilization... it would definitely cause a major earthquake in the academic world!"
Baniel was naturally very excited too. His face was flushed with joy—for this legendary mage, today could be called the most memorable day of his life. He had seen the ancient dragon he had dreamed of, found a major subject that would shake the industry, and double the joy combined into even greater happiness. However, Baniel was still a legendary mage after all. He quickly calmed down and nodded to his friend: "But before that, you still need to ask him. The matter of this world..."
"Joshua has the final say."
At this moment, Joshua, who had already deactivated the Soulflame King form and returned to his ordinary black-haired human male appearance, was slowly descending onto the highest peak of the Chronos Mountains. He had no intention of communicating with the other dragonmen. During this most critical period, the dragonmen needed to stand on their own to become an independent civilization. If he started using transcendent power to help them from now on, they would only become vassals of the Mycroft World, in the most primitive and useless form.
The Mycroft World didn't need such vassals. It needed independent allies, emerging civilizations worth investing in.
At this moment, Joshua watched the silver ancient dragon flap its wings and fly back to the center of the divine wasteland. The world's orderly cycle had only just been restored. This existence that maintained the world's stability had to continue sustaining the Chronos World's survival, just as before. He gazed for a moment at that silver, indestructible, perfectly flawless body, then turned his head and said to the silent dragon-girl beside him:
"Lisa, do you want to fully unleash the power within you and become stronger?"
"Huh? Of, of course!"
Suddenly hearing Joshua speak, Lisa instinctively stepped back, raising both hands to block her face—but quickly realizing how rude this gesture was, she blushed and said loudly: "I want to become stronger... Even stronger! Sir, will you teach me?"
"Good. As for teaching you... rest for a while first. Some things don't need to be decided in a hurry."
Very satisfied with Lisa's attitude, Joshua nodded and said no more. He decided to wait until Lisa had calmed down a bit before inviting this dragon-girl to follow him back to the Mycroft World.
Part of the reason was that both her parents had died. Although they had turned into spirits and continued to exist in this world in another form, they couldn't fully develop the potential within Lisa. He had learned through Syndicate that this little one had broken through the realm of current propulsion in just over ten days, reaching the point where she could manipulate internal and external magnetic fields. Such a genius would only be buried in the primitive society of the dragonmen. The other part was that his apostle Syndicate's soul was still inside Lisa's body. Joshua needed to think of a solution for him. Regardless, a symbiotic soul connection like this was not convenient to study and resolve in the Chronos World.
With everything temporarily concluded, all gradually fell into silence.
"Speaking of which..."
Late at night, the sky was full of silver starlight. In the darkness, Joshua stood on the mountaintop, gazing at the world he had revived. He watched the dragonmen light the first bonfire after the disaster among the mountains, but unexpectedly, he didn't show a serious expression. Joshua looked as if he wanted to laugh, but in the end, it turned into a sigh: "I promised the old Pope I would stay quiet for a while and enjoy some rare leisure... How did I end up in this situation again without realizing it?"
Fighting against a group of legendary experts and saving the world could hardly be called leisure. Heaven knows who still remembered that he originally just wanted to help Hill and Fina get some ancient dragon blood, and it had turned into this.
"I guess I'm destined to be a busybody."
Also on the mountaintop, Baniel, who was sharing photos of the ancient dragon he had taken with William, heard Joshua's muttering. He nodded with a serious expression, then exchanged a glance with William and shrugged: "You know, just like there are always mages who stay in their labs and never come out, there are always people who are busier than others—but that's the life they chose, isn't it?"
That's true.
Joshua noncommittally turned his head, flexed his wrists, and stood at the highest point of the Chronos Mountains, looking down at this newborn world. The warrior's face was originally expressionless, but in the end, a faint, barely noticeable smile gradually appeared.
Indeed, everyone's life is vastly different.
Perhaps... this was his daily life.
+—Volume 11, Myriad Realms Gate·End
EX The Myriad Realms...
Because the Chronos World and the Mycroft World were separated by an extremely vast distance, without a teleportation hub on the scale of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground, it was impossible to establish a portal using ordinary spells.
"According to the observations from our current four 'Observatories,' our Mycroft World is located very close to the bottom layer of the abyss."
In a hidden valley of the Chronos Mountains, Baniel, who had summoned over a hundred rune puppets as assistants to repair his residence, explained to Joshua on the other side while manipulating the extremely complex rune array before him: "Although it doesn't match the actual situation, to use an easy-to-understand analogy, the multiverse is a vast, boundless sphere, and we are located on the lowest arc of this sphere, almost separated from the abyss by just a single line."
"But even so, this Chronos World, located over five hundred layers deep in the abyss, is still too far from us. A portal is completely impossible to establish... We can only rely on our own power to traverse the void and return."
This was also why Baniel was now repairing his and William's vehicle, the "Observer." Although it wasn't impossible, relying entirely on one's physical body to cross the void consumed too much power.
"No, I don't care about why a portal can't be established. I only want to know when we can set off to return."
Sitting on a large rock at the edge of the valley, Joshua had been idly watching the clouds in the sky, but after hearing Baniel's words, he glanced sideways at the legendary mage and sneered: "Don't make excuses. You two just want to spend more time with that ancient dragon. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been unable to fix the Observer in a whole week—when the fight started, I absorbed the first wave of firepower! This airship had nothing wrong with it except for being splashed with void behemoth bodily fluids on its outer shell. It wasn't damaged at all."
"Heh."
Baniel raised an eyebrow but didn't refute this claim. The old mage's face was full of happy contentment as he said leisurely: "Anyway, you're not short on time, are you? I've noticed you've been quite enthusiastic about teaching that little dragon-girl lately. Besides, those dragonmen really do need help. Let's stay in this world a little longer."
Joshua indeed wasn't short on time. In fact, when he had initially set out to find the ancient dragon, he had mentally prepared for about three months. Now, in less than a month, everything was resolved. Theoretically, he could relax for a while. But for some reason, Joshua just couldn't tolerate this atmosphere of having nothing to do.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha..."
Not far away came the sound of rhythmic footsteps and heavy breathing. Joshua looked up and saw the figure of a girl running around the valley for exercise.
Lisa was now wearing a white, tailored standard uniform from the Sky-Piercing White Tower, her hair tied in a single ponytail, running along the cliff face, drenched in sweat. The dragon-girl was now running on the nearly ninety-degree vertical cliff wall, parallel to the ground. She channeled electric current within her body, using it to adhere her feet to the cliff so she wouldn't fall.
For practitioners of current propulsion, ordinary running was meaningless. They had endurance surpassing horses and explosive power exceeding leopards. At a slightly slower pace, they could run forty kilometers continuously without needing to catch their breath. So Joshua had Lisa try exercising in various unusual places—running on vertical cliffs using current propulsion, walking freely on water surfaces, doing freestyle swimming in sand, and so on.
These kinds of training were normal for transcendent beings. Joshua had used the same methods when training his few nominal disciples, like Ivan and Amira from Winterfell Academy.
Systematic training was far more effective than scattered, unsystematic tempering. Lisa's mentality, spirit, and will were already tough enough. Thanks to the ancient dragon blood, her foundation was also incredibly good. What she needed was formal study of the Mycroft World's already established system of transcendent knowledge.
Although Joshua could provide high-level guidance on this, it would be best for her to study at Winterfell Academy alongside other peers her age. Because everyone had their own choices, intervening too early would cause Lisa to unconsciously follow his path... Although the path of a legendary was not bad, it might not be the most suitable for the girl herself.
For now, the warrior only taught Lisa the most basic training methods and pointed out some mistakes in her current propulsion practice. Lisa was very willing. Unlike other girls her age, she had a great desire for power and could endure any kind of training. Joshua appreciated this desire, because people without desires rarely went to extremes, rarely devoted all their energy to one thing, and naturally couldn't become strong quickly.
"Move your tail up a bit. Don't let it affect your stamina consumption... How is Syndicate now?"
Watching Lisa run past from the nearby cliff, Joshua casually pointed out a small mistake in her posture, then asked: "William treated it for a few days. It should be mostly recovered, right?"
"Yes, Teacher!"
Hearing Joshua's words, the dragon-girl immediately replied with full energy. Then, facing Joshua's inquiry, Lisa couldn't help but smile and quickly answered: "Mr. Syndicate has recovered quite a bit. A few nights ago, it even woke up for a while and chatted with me!"
In the underground ruins, the flame demon had essentially given its life essence to the dragon-girl for free by reversing the demon contract, making Lisa an existence with three bloodlines: "Flame Demon," "Ancient Dragon," and "Dragonman." Its soul had also merged into Lisa's body, coexisting with the girl. Lisa naturally benefited greatly from this. Even on the Mycroft Continent, there was probably no one with such excellent innate conditions as hers. The pure ancient dragon bloodline and the demon's life force working together were enough to strengthen the body of a girl just over ten years old to near Silver High-rank.
Ordinary dragons at the same age weren't as strong as her. The only drawback was that Lisa might not grow tall due to her body's excessive development.
While Lisa gained benefits, the flame demon had to bear all the drawbacks. Because its origin was given away, the demon's soul was severely damaged. If Lisa hadn't been carefully nurturing it, Syndicate would have almost shattered. Fortunately, traveling with Joshua was a mind controller, Master William, who had achieved legendary status in the field of soul and spirit—although he hadn't broken through to Soul's Ultimate Essence, treating a mere demon's soul was no problem.
In front of a serious William, even a Demon Lord had to be careful not to be sealed into an idiot. Repairing Syndicate's soul was naturally easy. However, since Syndicate's soul damage came from the loss of its origin, this aspect couldn't be treated and could only be slowly healed and adjusted over time. So now it was still in a state of waking up intermittently.
"Soul and body complement each other, just like the cycle of fire and steel... What Syndicate lacks is a body."
Watching the enthusiastic Lisa run farther and farther away, Joshua pondered for a moment, then looked up again at the flowing clouds in the sky. The warrior thought absently: "William and the others got quite a bit of ancient dragon blood from the dragon. I'll ask them for some later and use that as a foundation to reshape a body for Syndicate."
At this moment, the silver ancient dragon was at the center of the divine wasteland, regulating the orderly cycle of the entire Chronos World. Although it hadn't had much goodwill toward Joshua and the others before, the warrior's act of rekindling the flame filled it with gratitude. So when Baniel and William said they wanted a little blood, it didn't hesitate and gave them one drop.
About two tons per drop.
This was normal. All beings in the world were born from the ancient dragon, its bloodline children. A little blood meant nothing to it. However, the ancient dragon's feelings toward Joshua were still quite weimiao (subtle/delicate). Although this human had driven away others coveting its power and rekindled the Chronos World's flame, it still remembered the punch that had woken it up.
Joshua understood this, so he tried not to meet the ancient dragon as much as possible. Usually, the eloquent and talented William handled the negotiations between the two sides. As a bard, a dedicated William could be said to have explosive charisma, the complete opposite of the warrior. Moreover, William had always been extremely xiangwang (longing/yearning for) ancient dragons, which was why in the past few days, he hadn't returned at all and had been staying in the divine wasteland.
"...These two old men, could they have fallen in love with the ancient dragon?"
Thinking this, Joshua couldn't help but let out a breath. This wasn't malicious speculation on his part. Anyone who had seen the two legendary mages' yinqin (attentive/zealous) behavior toward the ancient dragon in recent days would naturally think of this.
In the Chronos Mountains, the dragonmen rebuilding their homes felt that the heavens had been unusually kind to them in recent days.
When they needed to clear the ruins and dig out remaining useful materials, the entire Chronos Mountains were clear and sunny for several days, with no sign of rain. And when their remaining clean fresh water reserves were running low and they urgently needed water to irrigate the hastily opened farmland, a gentle rain fell. Under the watchful eyes of the legendary experts, the dragonmen encountered no unnecessary troubles. They only needed to focus on rebuilding their settlements and developing their civilization once more.
William and Baniel had already discussed this matter with Joshua. They hoped to observe the development of the primitive dragonman civilization. The two guaranteed that they would maintain a safe distance and conduct research without the dragonmen's knowledge. This kind of observation would not pollute the dragonman civilization's culture and autonomy. They also proposed that, if possible, they wanted to enhance the dragonmen's technological level as much as possible based on the existing conditions.
"The Chronos World is too far from us. Conquest was never possible anyway. It's better to establish an observation station to study the development of a primitive transcendent civilization. This is very necessary to help our Mycroft World lay a better foundation for further progress."
This was Baniel's original words to Joshua. He also explained: "The ancient dragon bloodline within the dragonmen is too pure. They are the first generation directly inherited from the ancient dragon without any contamination, with far greater potential than the Primordial Realm Dragons on the Mycroft Continent. If these dragonmen have a basic civilization, we can communicate with them normally and turn this power into our own."
Joshua was noncommittal about this explanation. He naturally knew that conquering a primitive civilization wouldn't bring any benefits to the Mycroft World. In fact, it would require considerable daijia (cost/price) to support their development. In that case, it was better to accelerate their development through various means and then bring them into one's camp through trade or vassalage... But he felt that the most important thing was that the Chronos World had no resources. With only an ecosystem the size of a mountain range, any shili (power/faction) would probably think there was little to gain.
Moreover, since a spatial-temporal portal couldn't be established, one could only travel through the void to reach it, which was too dangerous.
This was a very reasonable decision. Joshua naturally wouldn't refuse it. In fact, he also felt that the dragonmen's talent was almost excessively good. To be fair, the Mycroft people were completely inferior to them in terms of aptitude. But this didn't matter, because the Mycroft people had never shied away from this. What they were best at was absorbing such races.
Back in the day, whether elves or dwarves, both surpassed humans in talent. But now, except for the most extreme racial purists, who cared about the differences between the three? Intermarriage between races had become so common that it could be said that as long as there was no reproductive isolation, mixed-blood individuals of any race existed in the Mycroft World.
For example, Hill and Fina were perfect examples—an elf and a sea dragon becoming a couple. The biggest obstacle wasn't race, but strength.
"However, it's not that a spatial-temporal portal can't be established."
Closing his eyes, Joshua continued his contemplation. Through battles with numerous legendary experts and against the Black Mist, his steel force assimilation progress had increased considerably. Most importantly, even such intense battles hadn't caused his divinity to go out of control, proving that he was on the correct path of "Soul's Ultimate Essence."
Both Baniel and William were right. With the Mycroft World's current technology, it was indeed impossible to establish a portal in the Chronos World. But just because current technology was lacking didn't mean previous generations couldn't do it. With the power of the restarted Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground, connecting a spatial-temporal portal would be effortless. That was a spatial-temporal hub capable of crossing spatial-temporal boundaries and connecting to any world in the entire multiverse.
Relying on the power of predecessors was nothing to be ashamed of. Standing on the shoulders of giants was one of the methods of civilizational progress. As long as one didn't overly depend on the legacy of predecessors, always thinking about surpassing them and continuously advancing on one's own path. Joshua believed that the Mycroft people hadn't degenerated to this point. There was still a blazing flame in their hearts.
Joshua opened his eyes and scanned the Chronos Mountains. The dragonmen's villages were largely rebuilt. With their ancient dragon blood, their productivity was far greater than ordinary races. Whether cutting down trees to build houses or opening farmland, it was very easy. These simple dragonmen were working diligently under the guidance of their leaders.
Connecting to such a world was the correct use of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground... Finding one world after another worth connecting to, finding one race after another worth incorporating, and then expanding the Mycroft World's territory through the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground, allowing the flame of civilization to gradually illuminate a wider and wider area, until it shone across the entire multiverse.
Joshua couldn't help but imagine the future. If things developed like this, with the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground, the Mycroft World would expand outward at an incredible speed. Perhaps, hundreds of years later, gates to myriad realms would connect with the Mycroft World, and countless races would gather under the banner of Mycroft civilization, advancing toward the distant reaches of the multiverse.
This was the vision the Sage had in mind when building the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground.
"But this will certainly not be smooth sailing."
Joshua took out a crystal test tube from his chest. On this test tube, extremely dense steel force and magnetic fields converged, sealing the small mass of "Black Mist" inside, immobilizing every basic particle of it.
Among the stars, there was light, and naturally, there was also darkness. Whether evil gods, the abyss, or other civilizations, they would not sit idly by while the Mycroft World developed like this. One day, war between them would break out again.
"At that time... it won't be the small skirmishes we have now." The warrior muttered to himself, his expression calm. He put the test tube back into his chest. His gaze was distant, as if it could pierce through the void and see a path of light spanning the multiverse.
That would surely be a war that boji (affects/spreads to) myriad realms and myriad races, making even the multiverse tremble.
- Myriad Realms Gate Afterword·End -