If there were a power that could make you immortal, would you want it?
Think carefully before answering that question.
Heh. Even if asked that, no matter how much one thought about it, even if reason clearly understood that an immortal life meant the sorrow of countless meetings and countless farewells,
until, in the end, only oneself remained alive in this world.
Even so,
most people would probably still choose to want it.
After all, eternal life had been a desire humanity had pursued since the dawn of civilization.
From ancient times to the present, countless emperors, generals, nobles of the Imperial Palace, and aristocrats had all longed to possess this power of immortality,
but the first person to possess it did not want it.
Humans were short-lived creatures. Many people never deeply considered why they lived; they simply spent their lives following the usual course of study, work, marriage, children, and everything else,
perhaps mediocre, but still fulfilling.
But with an immortal life, over that vast expanse of time, people would begin endlessly pondering what they were supposed to live for,
and it was often difficult to find an answer.
Perhaps humans simply were not creatures capable of adapting to a greater scale of time. One conviction, a few reasons, a moment of pleasure could sustain someone for ten years, a dozen years, even several decades,
but what about a hundred years? Several hundred years, or even a thousand?
An immortal life meant that, one day, one would grow weary and empty toward everything in the world. That day might come sooner or later,
but it would certainly come.
And it also meant that everything around you would vanish.
Whether people or pets, everything that could accompany you would eventually die. You would watch them go from birth to