"Master, where is my friend now?" Fat Doll asked another pressing question.
"He is in the Origin Realm. More precisely, his consciousness is lost there, sleeping, dreaming, and reincarnating beneath Chaos Omniscience's gaze, until he finds the way home," Wenren Sheng explained.
"Can he come back?"
"Only he knows the answer."
Just as Wenren Sheng had said, Gawain was currently in a mysterious place somewhere within the Origin Realm.
It could not be accurately described in words. Everything was grayish white, with countless faint white threads linked together to form one complex pattern after another.
Gawain was one of those threads.
He was reviewing the life he had just lived.
From a kind, hot-blooded youth, he had become complicit with tyrannical landlords and turned into someone just like them.
He did not mock the villagers for their ignorance, though he felt a faint sense of satisfaction inside.
But he knew the villagers had made the wrong choices only because they had nowhere to receive an education.
They could not see their interests clearly or distinguish good from evil, but that did not mean they were utterly evil people.
They could only cling tightly to the immediate benefits they could see, because those who did otherwise would starve to death.
Their accumulated resources were not enough to let them see as far as three days ahead.
With his knowledge, he could see through the true mentality of those villagers as a group.
However, even if he saved Miken, he would probably gain only the empty title of Hero and nothing more.
Some might even see him as a great threat, because he could actually control time.
They would ruthlessly demand that he hand over this power, or even kill him.
Just like how those villagers had forced his father to