The Desire for Immortality Is Universal

The doctor had not lied.

At least, not about Grandpa.

Grandpa had been doing fairly well here. He could not exactly be called happy, but he had been at peace.

I found that Grandpa's body had indeed undergone tremendous changes. He was much younger than his actual age. He had been right—given his current condition, as long as he did not encounter any accidents, he could truly live at least another twenty years. In other words, he could probably join the ranks of centenarians.

"I'm relieved to see that you're in good health, Grandpa. I came this time to take you home. Just treat your time here as recuperation. At least the results have been pretty good."

"Yes, your friend really is remarkable. I asked him, with skills like his, why hide away in such a godforsaken place? If he opened a clinic back in our hometown, business would definitely be booming. Aren't rich people all afraid of dying? Think about it—if he could let them live another twenty years, they would not mind paying however much it cost! How much money could he make out there?" Grandpa was warmhearted.

But someone like the doctor had long stopped caring about money.

If he wanted money, countless people would rush to offer it to him.

Grandpa was only thinking about opening a small clinic, and I found it secretly amusing.

For someone like this doctor, even major conglomerates would be desperate to get on his good side and invest in him.

But I did not believe the doctor was truly a good person.

What I was thinking about was the Alien Return Plan.

Although I did not know the plan's ultimate purpose, I believed they were aiming for something enormous.

Those people who had already vanished—some could even be called gods—what