Two-Hundred-Year-Old Man

Ten minutes later, on the swaying little cart.

Having come to his senses, Huai Shi took a deep breath and tried to confirm the situation again.

"Name?" He stared at the skeletal fellow before him.

"Uh, Pav... lov?" The skeleton hesitated too.

"How did we end up in biology again?" Huai Shi wanted to tear at his hair. "Didn't you just say Publius? Other than sharing one syllable, those names have nothing to do with each other!"

The skeleton spread his hands innocently. "Wasn't sure either."

Huai Shi's eye twitched. "Gender?"

"Male... probably?" the skeleton replied. "Maybe?"

Huai Shi felt like he had nearly used up a year's worth of deep breaths in a single day. Rubbing his throbbing skull, he finally asked, "Age?"

"Guess what—" The skeleton slapped his femur and said in grief and indignation, "I forgot!"

Fine. Uncertain name, uncertain gender, and an even more uncertain age.

Completely unreliable!

A mysterious skeleton claiming to be Publius?

The skeleton that had picked him up and hauled him back onto the cart like a piece of trash while he was unconscious was actually a Grandmaster who had supposedly been dead for ages?

That was beyond absurd!

Never mind how he had escaped the tightly guarded lunar prison... but wasn't Publius dead?

His death should have been thoroughly verified by the lunar prison.

Even a Grandmaster couldn't possibly fake his death and fool the Astronomical Society, could he?

Yet the unique technique of Publius, the Spirit of Birth, had appeared here... Huai Shi had already prepared himself to fight all the way to the final boss, only to have this grotesque thing pop up right in front of him.

Well, more accurately, he had been picked up by it.

Thinking of that, Huai Shi could not help glaring furiously at