Best was flying with snot and tears streaming down his face, but the giant, luminous hand that seemed so close was impossible for him to reach.
However, it simply ignored everything and plopped down in the air, starting to ramble on and on.
"My lord, you have no idea. Putting aside dealing with the abominations, this world does have its merits, but the idiots here are just so damn stupid!!!"
The cat wiped its face with its paws, flicking out snot and tears that looked heavier than its entire body.
"Over 600 years! Over 600 years! I even drew what a computer looks like, and these idiots can't even build one! They just made a shell!! Even their travelogues are just a stream of consciousness, or some kind of simplistic, high-energy romance novel!"
"I waited until I died and never saw a movie, let alone the internet. I've been watching plays that are over 600 years old. Do you know how lacking in imagination these guys are!"
"Uh, no, I'm not dead yet, let me change it... I've been waiting until I'm almost dead and still haven't gotten the movie or the internet!"
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something.
Best looked back and first saw Makuru, who was still stuck in mid-air, unable to go up or down, and then saw a large group of people on the ground staring in disbelief.
The guests from the Nivi region make up a portion of the population, while the rest are from various ethnic groups around the world.
Best's gaze lingered on their clothing, hands, feet, and other areas.
A few seconds later, it started howling at the sky again.
"My lord, look! Look! They haven't invented any amazing modern tools yet, they don't even have electricity!"
With that, the cat hooked its paw, and the high priest, whose leg had just finished bleeding, flew up.
"You should be the highest-ranking person, so you tell me, do you have internet? Computers? Light bulbs? Electricity?"
The high priest was filled with fear and confusion.
"I knew it..."
"These idiots are hopeless..."
At this moment, Makuru, who was in mid-air, finally reacted. He first looked in shock at the giant hand hovering in the sky, and then looked at the strange beast that had brought him hope and accompanied him for more than a hundred years.
"Boss Best! What's going on? Why am I still alive? And how did I become young again?! I feel so strong in my limbs, this feeling is amazing!!"
Best turned around and looked at him with disdain.
"Meow~ Shut up, Makuru. I was talking to the Lord. I found you rather pleasing to the eye. I don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life, so I petrified and sealed you before you died."
"Look at all your descendants, generation after generation, they're all hopeless. Aside from their clothes changing, their brains are still the same! It's infuriating..."
Makuru immediately remembered that after spending more than ten years preparing and then using more than twenty years of combined world power and the "divine skills" taught by Grandpa Best, the monster that brought about the end of the world was finally defeated.
Then, Mr. Best spent more than a decade hiding the world he called "the planet" in "night".
After that, the old man went crazy, drawing many strange sketches, trying to "invent" things and forcing smart people all over the world to innovate, but he didn't see any progress until Makuru died of old age.
Wu You watched as Best fell into an endless barrage of complaints, both amused and exasperated.
He exchanged a glance with Bai Ze, thinking that this guy hadn't changed at all after all these years.
However, Wu You and Bai Ze were thinking about something else entirely.
"More than 600 years?"
Looking at Best, its condition is stable at the peak of the intermediate silver level, just one step away from entering the advanced silver level, but it seems that it has never been able to cross that threshold.
"That's interesting. Just look at a normal mid-level silver creature. Its vitality is incredibly strong. You wouldn't guess that it would die of old age in 600 years. It should live for at least several times longer. Why did Best only live for a little over 600 years?"
It sounded like a question to Bai Ze, but also like a monologue.
"Is it because they're not by my side, or because of that parallel universe?"
The incessantly chattering Best goes on and on, from his inventions that spurred the world to create theater, and from the boredom of theater to how he forced himself to watch the 300th similar play while suppressing his urge to kill.
Just as they were talking about how, without the psionic network, it made its twentieth attempt to break out of the atmosphere, eventually failing and returning to its planet after wandering in space for half a year.
Suddenly Best stopped, staring blankly at the ground and then at the giant hand in the sky.
Hahahaha~~~~
"Master is here! This cat is going home!!! Hahahaha, my prison life is over!!!"
The cat bounced around in the air as if it were having a seizure, its cries sharp and shrill, which frightened many of the spectators below, including the guests from Nevi.
Makuru's mind was in a complete mess, but when he heard Best say "go back," he instantly snapped out of it for some reason.
'Going back... Grandpa Best is going back...'
In my sadness, I suddenly looked up at the large, radiant hand that was twisting.
'If Master Best wants to go back... this hand is it!!'
Even though Makuru's resurrection hadn't stirred much emotion in him, he suddenly became agitated and roared at the sky.
"You are destiny~~~!"
This roar drew the attention of many people on the ground back to the hand that blotted out the sky.
Since the statue was resurrected, the hand has remained still, and the sound that was once like the resounding bell of the Great Dao has never appeared again.
“Makuru~ I said we might meet again.”
His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something as trivial as falling leaves and a gentle breeze, but Makuru knew that this was the sound of a change that would determine the fate of the entire world.
Just like His final answer in that dream.
He is destiny!
Strangely, after Makuru and Best "resurrected," it seemed that all the secrets of this world were opened to Wu You, and the questions that previously required checking the group no longer needed to be verified.
"One million three hundred thousand years, Best, you've had quite a long sleep!"
The tone of his voice was so poignant, as if it had descended from the heavens, but a scream quickly shattered the atmosphere.
"Meow~~~~~~~~~!"
"What! It's been that long!"
Best was acting like a madman.
"Where are the damn space battleships? Where are the interstellar ships? Where are the revolutionary weapons? I thought you were just stupid, but now I think you're utterly hopeless!!! My lord, I think this kind of idiotic planet doesn't need to be taken over at all, just humanely destroy it all~~~~ Meow~~~~!!"
Wu You shook his head.
That period of history of this planet flashed through my mind like fragments.
'This is the tragedy of multi-intelligent races.'
Throughout a million years of history, countless dynasties rose and fell, and countless races were born and died—a vast history of war.
Without the "divine skills" taught by Best, this planet, which is not naturally creative, might have been able to embark on the path of technology.
But it was precisely because of those "divine skills" that this planet, which was already physically strong, embarked on a different path.
These skills, which originated from martial arts, have been evolved over a long period of time by various races in this world into a variety of brilliant techniques that utilize the body's energy.
From this perspective, they may not necessarily lack creativity.
Since I can defeat a thousand troops with a few people by diligently cultivating, naturally no one will bother to invent firearms or anything like that; flesh and blood weapons will just be the background of history.
P: It's cold, and with the Spring Festival approaching, I guess many of you have started visiting relatives. Please remember to wear more clothes to keep warm, your lives are more important!
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