Sit on your throne.

Taking advantage of the geographical location, he looked down at Charard Coles, who was standing not far away, thinking about life and looking a little confused.

Mel Dylan sighed slightly in his heart.

He understands.

If you change the angle.

Replace the other person with yourself.

I'm afraid I'll be as confused as the other person.

What did I just hear?

What did I just understand?

What did I just miss?

…

When faced with something completely unexpected or even unimaginable, humans will instinctively be at a loss.

However, as someone who admired Sharrad Coles, he still said to him:

"Just as I said before."

"Charade Coles, you are a man of genius."

"Moreover, it's not just your talent, but also your character, mentality, and will. In my eyes, they are all extremely perfect. They may even be more perfect than myself. I admire you from the bottom of my heart."

"If... I mean if, one day, you can give up those unrealistic ideals and join me, then I will definitely tell you the secrets I know."

"Believe me, those secrets are definitely of great significance."

“It will give you more expectations for your future life and you won’t be obsessed with meaningless little things anymore.”

In the life of Mel Dylan.

Naturally, he had seen many powerful people.

However.

He only knew one person, Sharad Coles, who was so good and suitable as a collaborator.

His character, strength, and talent are all impeccable.

That's why.

That was why he gave the other party the token to enter and exit the [Lost City] and frankly admitted to him that he was the one who survived from the Atlantis period to the present day.

After all, there is no crisis on Earth that can worry him right now.

But when the time came after the day of liberation.

Facing that brand new world and brand new future...even he felt that he really needed an ally!

A powerful and trustworthy ally who will never stab you in the back!

Now.

Facing his sincere invitation again.

Sharrad Coles shook his head slowly:

"That being said."

"But I still think ideals are more precious."

That’s all I have to say.

After thinking for a while, he continued:

"Of course, maybe in the future, when my ideals fail, I might want to join the Lost City, if I am not dead by then."

But how could Mel Dylan not understand the meaning of his words?

The kind of thing that means asking for the way in the morning may lead to death in the evening.

Once the other party fails.

It is probably certain that he will die.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the other party, Mel Dylan could only say casually:

"All right."

When he wanted to ask the other party if he wanted to try the special food in the Lost City after hundreds of years, he seemed to remember something and changed his words to comfort him:

"In fact, there is a better but more difficult solution to all of this. As long as we can reach that solution, all problems will be easily solved."

"Not only will the so-called aliens no longer be a problem, but even humans on Earth will live happier lives."

"Even I no longer have to wait for the rest of my sentence..."

Mention the alleged sentence.

His eyes lightly glanced at a special clock hanging at the top of the palace.

There, there was a countdown marked with Atlantean numbers - 3,684,522 years, 6 months, 3 days, 10 hours, 21 minutes and 13 seconds.

Although he can increase the speed of time in the Lost City by thousands or even tens of thousands times compared to the outside world.

But even so, for him, this period of time still symbolizes at least hundreds of years.

Sharad Coles was immediately interested:

"What plan?"

After looking back at the clock.

Mel Dylan stretched out a finger and made a gesture representing "one":

"The plan is very straightforward. There is only one condition, which is that a certain awakened person on Earth successfully advances one level higher than our two existing levels, surpassing the [Sublimation Stage] and reaching another level!"

"As long as someone can successfully meet this condition, we will all usher in a brand new future."

"No matter who achieves it, the entire human civilization of the earth will be liberated because of it..."

Speaking of this.

He also preached with a sigh:

"However, this is too difficult. Even I dare not say that I can definitely achieve it. That's why I chose to give up the throne of Atlantis and hide in this isolated [Lost City] with my relatives and friends."

But I heard this unexpected answer.

Charles Coles, who had originally thought that the solution would be extremely difficult, so difficult that he felt there was no hope at all, was immediately stunned.

"…That's it?"

"Is that really it? ?"

This is a slightly confusing feeling.

Silently feeling the growing strength in his body, he thought that in a few months, it would reach the peak of its current level, and it was even beginning to vaguely approach another level of strength.

He felt that the proposal put forward by the other party did not seem too difficult to achieve the conditions, and even seemed a little too natural...

Moreover, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that if things went wrong, Xi Shenlian, who was living in Japan, might reach that level faster than him.

'so……'

"The so-called conditions for achieving the goal are actually approaching the end of the countdown?"

Think of this situation.

Then look at Mel Dylan's face full of sighs and admiration.

With a rather serious expression, Sharrad Coles chose to remain silent and scratched his head gently.

His expression was serious, but also a little confused.

He wanted to ask the other party, if the conditions were really met, what would the so-called liberation of all mankind mean.

But looking at the other person's expression.

He also felt that asking directly might make the other party think he was showing off or something...

After a little thought.

He thought it would be better to wait until he had completed his promotion before asking the other party.

It should only take a few months anyway.

In terms of his concept of time, it can basically be regarded as three to five days in the eyes of ordinary people.

Not long at all.

For Mel Dylan who was in the [Lost City], it was so short-lived that he didn't even bother to care.

A little earlier, a little later, it doesn't make any difference when I think about it.

So he nodded seriously and said directly:

“Is that so…”

"I think I understand."

"I still have things to deal with, so please excuse me and see you later..."

Looking at him who chose to leave cleanly, Mel Dylan also had doubts in his heart:

'You're leaving so easily?'

"Given his personality, shouldn't he ask what the so-called liberation of all mankind means?"

He had no idea.

In a few hours, which is a few months in the outside world, I will see each other again.

At that time, he will feel even more sad and confused...