Although the old man seemed a little too pragmatic, he actually saw this world for what it truly was.
Times had changed. If he had understood sooner that overflowing talent was worth less than a single "thigh" to cling to, how could he have ended up in such a miserable state, with an ancient god stealing his nest?
Especially after the Clock Tower completed its manifestation, talent and potential had already been relegated to secondary importance. They were far inferior to having a solid backer.
Besides...
Graham looked toward the center of this dim yellow world, his aged yet still bright eyes narrowing slightly.
For some unknown reason, the "Chaos Worm" had been stimulated during its slumber. It was awakening far sooner than originally estimated, and the temporal laws belonging to this era within it were also rapidly strengthening.
It was on the verge of waking up.
At a time like this, even an unparalleled genius would find it nearly impossible, without external assistance, to cross this fierce tiger blocking the road and reclaim the Clock Tower, which had already been more than half-corroded.
Fortunately.
Though these two brats who had met only once were slippery, they could still be considered reliable. The Clock Tower, the first "Source of Mysticism" manifested in this world, had not been entrusted to the wrong people.
Feeling the increasingly violent tremors beneath his feet, Graham dared not delay any longer. He mobilized his final and most fundamental authority and forcefully swept out his hand.
Rumble...
Layers of dry bones and burial mounds beneath their feet immediately rolled away in every direction, revealing a circular hole. Silver-white Extraordinary Aura illuminated the eyes of all three.
Looking down, they saw a boundless, vast starry sky within the hole.
Every point of starlight within it was a