The Tragedy and Comedy Began on the Same Day

Shadow Hordes had a dream.

People like him rarely dreamed. For billions of years, most of his time had been spent in a daze within prison.

He had no need to think about anything and knew nothing, as though he were having one long dream. Then, when he opened his eyes, the world would have changed once again.

But he dreamed occasionally too.

As the sun set, he saw his mother... and the entire peaceful, tranquil world.

Ah, how wonderful.

Become Prometheus, who spread the Emotional Spectrum throughout the entire multiverse? Become the founder who laid the foundation for the history of the entire multiverse?

No, none of that was what he wanted. Originally... originally, he should have lived an ordinary life in his own world.

"This is the Travel Lantern... This is our greatest invention, Huo Rong. We can use it to change the era. And it's also the gift I gave you. It..."

Huo Rong suddenly awoke.

He propped himself up and sat upright, realizing that he had fallen asleep in the meditation room without noticing.

He opened his palm toward the air. A dimensional storage gate appeared, and a fragment of a white Travel Lantern appeared in his palm.

The Travel Lantern his mother had made for him was naturally gone. The Guardians of the Universe had destroyed it, and all that remained for Huo Rong were a few completely powerless fragments.

But he still kept them. They were the last thing he had to cling to.

He gently pressed the fragment against his palm, feeling its cold temperature, as though he had crossed the timeline and once again come into contact with his mother and the world he had once cherished.

Although the fragment could completely be considered trash, Huo Rong still treasured it as if