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"He really thinks he's some kind of savior, to the point of having to ration even his remaining lifespan."
After hearing Wu Xiaoli's translation, Li Bai couldn't resist mocking him to his face. It didn't matter anyway—the other side couldn't understand him.
They had called him an immortal, yet who would have thought he was actually a short-lived miser who treasured his life above all else? Li Bai had no idea what expressions the financiers who had fully supported the Saint's Association's excavation of this prehistoric hero would wear after hearing those words. They were probably furious enough to curse him.
Noticing that the man's expression was a little off, Enmenam pretended not to see it. He simply treated Li Bai as a strange and difficult man, unlike those few Saints who were easy to deal with.
After finishing the translation, Wu Xiaoli stood there in a daze. What kind of bizarre nonsense was this? She really wanted to mock it like Li Bai had, but after thinking it over, she tossed those distracting thoughts to the back of her mind.
Forget it, forget it. This was only a job. All she had to do was translate faithfully. She didn't need to care about anything else, so long as she lived up to the money she was about to receive.
Following the words transmitted by remote control from the tent next door, Wu Xiaoli translated them into the ancient language: "There is no great crisis. This was merely an accident. We happened to obtain the Sumerian clay tablets and discovered your existence. Otherwise, even if humanity truly encountered an apocalyptic crisis, no one would have awakened you. You would have slept forever, until the end of your life."
If they were talking about a true apocalyptic crisis, then at