When people found themselves in different places and times, their perspectives and attitudes toward things naturally differed.
"Ten years?"
Standing atop the Redemption Ark, Lu PingAn reached out and touched the faint "spark." He sensed the Tree of Salvation's joy, yet countless thoughts churned within him.
For Lu Mouren, he had been in this world for less than a year. No matter how much suffering he had witnessed, he still carried the mindset of someone passing through on a business trip.
But Guan Xinxian and the others had been here for nearly eleven years. That was probably half their lives since forming clear three views and self-awareness.
Calling it their second homeland would not be wrong at all. They had lived alongside the Long-Hand Tribe day and night, and aside from appearances, the others were highly "Eastern Kingdom" in culture, customs, and even their three views. The Eastern Kingdom had always been a nation bound by cultural identity. There was no problem considering such thoroughly assimilated people half-brethren.
Guan Xinxian, and the others as well, had watched life and death here. They had witnessed the extinction threatening these people, the deaths and partings of friends over the years, death itself, even sacrifice. It was hard for them to remain mere spectators.
".A bit of a headache."
Lu PingAn had already asked Your Excellency Xiu Yi. There were no signs that this world's consciousness had awakened. More precisely, those demigods and Tier 8s had fought until their heads bled over the fragments—how could they permit Its return, much less spare the World Fragments that had fallen into the mortal realm?
For the time being, they could rest easy on that front. Even if remnants of a "personality" remained, it would need to reconnect with the world—a tremendously difficult task—before it could