Only to Bring Them Home

The Fishing Old Man was playing chess when a voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.

It was the beautiful woman from Yesterday's Forest. "Are you really ready? If you make your appearance like this, you won't be fishing anymore. You'll be the one being fished by the world."

The Fishing Old Man smiled, continued playing, and said, "Those who cling to life and fear death will never meet a good end. Knowing and acting as one—Knowing Myself is Me."

"To overcome your own fear, rather than stop moving forward because you're afraid."

"Could it be that the years have been too long and worn away your spirit? We aren't hiding simply for the sake of hiding. We are waiting for the age to arrive before emerging into the world."

"Now is the time to emerge. Continuing to hide will only make us seem timid, lacking in ambition, and afraid to contend with the Heroes of the World! Afraid of the young people of this age."

The Fishing Old Man said coldly, "If we don't show ourselves, how can we find our old friend Giant Shell Elder? How can we reunite with it? It is hiding and refusing to come out, while we are hiding and refusing to come out as well. Both sides will only waste time, which would instead put us at a disadvantage."

He saw the situation very clearly.

Giant Shell Elder had been forced into the world, awakened, and reborn. The various clues had indeed confirmed its identity. It truly was identical to the one who had offered the tomb.

Although he no longer remembered much of the past, the Tomb-Offering Progenitor's conduct fit, and its rebirth from the ashes of its lineage's ancestral tomb constituted two ironclad proofs.

He had been born into the same camp