The Existence of Life

Grelrigs stared at Negary with bloodshot eyes, as if Negary had bedded his wife right in front of him.

But to him, the Book of Old Days might have been even more important than a wife—and it had practically delivered itself to his doorstep.

Grelrigs had not reacted slowly. The impact of the future disaster had swept across the entire multiverse. Though his senses had been deliberately screened by other existences, he was, after all, a String Puller of the Domination Pathogen path, and he swiftly discovered where the problem lay.

But even if he had discovered it, being one step too late rendered it useless.

The impact of the future disaster was indeed terrifying, but it had not truly occurred within the multiverse. It was merely an infiltration of influence.

Once one endured that influence, those future disasters would cause no further loss.

Negary had already awakened from his stagnant state. This trap Grelrigs had laid for him could basically be declared a failure.

Moreover, the practitioner of the Path of Progress whom Grelrigs had painstakingly nurtured had instead become a grand gift package for Negary to break through his seal. From now on, he would barely need to gather anything more before easily breaking through to become a String Puller.

"Thank you for the gift," Negary said after eating it clean to the bone. Beyond that single word of thanks, he made no further gesture, merely looking at Grelrigs with clear eyes as though asking, Why haven't you left yet?

Like some scumbag who pulled up his pants and refused to acknowledge anything afterward.

Grelrigs withdrew the Book of Old Days and turned it back into a crystal, but did not embed it in his forehead again. His figure slowly faded away without saying another word to Negary.