The Silent King Cries, "How Bitter!"

The Silent King felt his vision suddenly go black as his body was wrapped in a thin piece of cloth.

Yet this thin cloth completely cut off his perception of the outside world. He tried to move, to tear the cloth apart, but no matter what he did, he could not lift it away.

At the same time, feedback came from his sensory systems: the space-time around the Silent King had begun flowing at tremendous speed, but in reverse.

He watched the rust on his body vanish almost in the blink of an eye, and all his damage was instantly repaired. Yet strangely, his will—his forcibly bestowed soul—remained completely unaffected by this reversal of time. Th-this, what kind of technical principle was this?

The Silent King could clearly sense that every component of his body, including his Logic Engine and memory modules, was rewinding. The damage accumulated over sixty million years was being restored, yet his will and soul seemed entirely independent, untouched by it.

Even more bizarrely, the Silent King possessed an extremely deep understanding of space-time technology, yet he could not see at all how this cloth reversed time.

Where was the energy required to reverse time hidden? Where were the necessary mechanical components concealed? What principle made it possible?

The Silent King could not understand it. He could not even grasp the slightest clue. He tried several methods to stop it, but none had any effect.

It was as though he had been shoved onto a train racing into the past, unable to resist the flow of time reversing.

By observing the space-time built into his Logic Engine, the Silent King quickly determined that time had already rewound ten thousand years during those brief moments.

But the wrapping cloth still had not stopped. It continued carrying the