1109 Dark Prologue 1 (1/2)
Emerging from the funeral, Garen was still lost in his shock over the tremendous power controlling the star.
He believed that his Scarlet Snow Technique had already reached the very peak, and was now even stronger than that of the First Generation Forefather. And even if he put all his power into it, if he tried to influence a star, unfortunately…
He could influence the Mother Planet, but that did not mean he could move a star.
The Sun's mass was 290,000 times that of the Mother Planet, can you imagine the difference? It was the difference between a basketball and a grain of rice!
Garen had thought that he was strong enough already, but once he compared it like that…
But in this world, he could no longer grow any stronger. The only hope he had left was on the Hellfrost Peacock Queen, he could sense that he had already reached Army Level, and with this breakthrough, he had completely attained the peak of Army Level. In terms of fighting power, perhaps he was no longer at Level Nine, perhaps he had reached Level Ten, but even he could not be sure.
Back then, the First Generation Forefather had been at the peak of Level Nine. And now, Garen had surpassed him.
Maybe he was even Level Ten now.
Even in this whole universe, Level Ten fighters were a domineering force, many Perpetual Motioners were called saints, but you could not tell who was stronger because they never really fought each other.
As with the Secret Technique World back then, their reputations allowed them to each take hold of a piece of territory. None of them dared to haphazardly attack, or to provoke other Perpetual Motioners.
It would be fine if they could win, but it would also be troublesome if they could not. Since they were all at the same level, the loser would instantly be considered inferior to the winner.
Plus, Perpetual Motioners were extremely hard to kill. The words Perpetual Motion represented a limit, their Timeless Boards could perpetually invoke the power of antimatter, and they could directly absorb the power of antispace. Since time flowed backward in antispace, the Perpetual Motioners basically no longer cared about time. They were immortal, and could influence time, forever maintaining their power at their peak conditions.
When everyone had infinite power like this, the difference came from the disparities in their understanding and abilities.
”I'm now also one of Planet Naga's Perpetual Motioners, I just don't know whether the Energy Machinists have a plan to deal with this threat…”
Garen left Blackboard Academy, and finally flew toward the direction of the Seventh Ruins as he remembered it.
That should be the place where Clint and the rest will arrive on the Mother Planet. Nono's relatives were all dead, and only Baylon was left, so no matter what, he could not allow himself to break this promise as well.
As for as the disciple he had meant to accept, Tesna, she seemed to have passed out from exhaustion, but fortunately Turing managed to carry her away and protect her in time, so she did not die. Just like that, she had also passed Garen's last test – luck.
Looks like she was pretty lucky, to have survived that apocalyptic disaster despite being a normal human, that was nothing short of a miracle.
”Once I go back this time, I'll really have to consider how to deal with this incident. And Carthage…” A hint of coldness flashed through Garen's eyes.
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Mother Planet, Seventh Ruins
It was a complete wasteland here, and a thick pillar of white light descended onto it from the sky, turning this place into an isolated island.
The ruins in the middle were somehow still there, but everything around it had been completely turned to desert, so from afar, it looked like an island floating in the ocean of sand.
After so many years, Garen had finally returned to this place. Looking at it from a distance, the ruins looked just like they did back then, blurry and foggy, so that he could not quite see what was inside.
The last time he came in here, he was nearly threatened by the terrifying time-space distortion.
”Let's go. Let's see that beloved little brother of mine, how long has it been…?”
Garen wore white robes, while Turing and Tesna followed behind him, also dressed in white robes.
”Little brother? Tutor, you have a little brother?” asked Tesna in confusion, she knew next to nothing about Garen.
”Just do whatever Master tells you to do, why are you asking so much?” Turing had also hidden himself in the enormous white robes, and looked almost like a mutated radiation person.
”Okay…” Tesna was the classic airhead-type, and nodded rather embarrassedly when she heard that.
The three of them headed toward the ruins quickly, leaving the scooter they had arrived in not far behind them. The vehicle had been rented from the Blackboard Region.
”Are we just going to leave the scooter there!?” Tesna turned around and looked at it.
”It will go back on its own,” explained Turing exasperatedly.
”It's automatic? This big thing? Not bad.” Tesna was instantly somewhat surprised. Ever since she woke up, she seemed to have recovered some of her girlhood innocence, and was no longer as cold or distant. Now, she was interested in everything, and curious about everything.
”You've always lived in the Regions, and never ventured out into the radiation area, so naturally you would be curious about everything here,” explained Garen with a smile. ”Now come with me and don't delay anymore. My brother is still waiting for us, y'know.”
”Oh…” Tesna instantly fell quiet, and obeyed obediently. This teacher looked all mysterious, and rather than a martial artist, he felt more like a traveller.
She could no longer stay in that family any longer anyway, so she may as well leave the Blackboard Region with this newly-recognized master of hers. That might bring her a new life.
It was just that she would sometimes think of her older brother, and find him hard to forget. Once she left this time, who knew how long it would be until they meet again.
The three of them slowly walked through the desert, toward the ruins.
Inside the ruins, it seemed as though everything unusual has vanished.
There were only bits and pieces of the circus equipment and stage left, whereas the strange factory parts and machines had all vanished.
The Seventh Ruins, once the most mysterious location, had now become just another set of old, regular ruins.
They did not walk for long before catching sight of what looked like a newly-built metallic cottage. It was made of the metal structures readily found here, and looked very simple, but also seemed extremely sturdy.
A red-haired young man was saying something loudly to a young girl with short white hair. The girl had her head lowered shyly, but the young man seemed open and brash.