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Linsey sighed.

"Every era has its own struggles."

Living in this era, Nolan saw the laws in a more concrete and clearer light.

"Over at the Divine Court, it's pure rule by superhumans. The strongest warriors in the entire universe manage everything. But great strength doesn't guarantee that someone is a competent ruler, so problems naturally arise."

"As for the Seven Stars Federation, people initially pooled their wisdom and were eager to help and promote one another. It truly showed extraordinary vitality. But once the various factions became entrenched and intertwined, they instead formed a terrifying rule even harder to overthrow than the Divine Court's."

"The path ahead still has to be found slowly..."

Nolan's words came from the heart.

There was not even a trace of his usual smile on his face, only concern for this era's future.

Linsey patted Nolan on the shoulder.

"But in my era, they were all gone."

"Whether people are willing to accept outdated things or not, some things are slowly killed by time and eventually replaced by something entirely new."

"..."

"Hahaha—"

Nolan froze for a moment.

Remembering that the young man before him came from the future, he suddenly laughed in relief.

"You're using things that have already happened to argue with me. How am I supposed to respond to that?"

"But then again, since you don't live in this era, you naturally don't understand what the Divine Court and the Seven Stars Federation represent. They are authority, corruption, strength, and hope. Not to mention that you carry traces of both of them at once..."

Linsey shook his head.

"The traces on me are only because..."

Linsey's explanation abruptly stopped, because he recalled an old and useless item still lying in his pack.

He looked at the melancholy Nolan before him.

Then