Middle Age: Helpless Despite Oneself

"But is the Chronos Dragon Emperor really that hard to run over? And isn't it obvious that he isn't the being who controls everything? Why go out of the way to remind me?"

System looked at the countless frozen versions of himself throughout the surrounding space and voiced his confusion. Then he walked straight up to one of them, whose face wore a bitter expression.

This was a middle-aged version of himself. His actual age was unknown, but he looked like a human around forty. All four limbs were intact, and his body was much sturdier than System's current one. He wore a passable suit of red dragon-scale armor and appeared to be a warrior, though besides the dragonbone greatsword on his back, he also had a staff tucked at his waist. He was probably following a dual cultivation path of magic and martial arts.

Near this version's neck, System also spotted a crystal pendant. It looked rougher than the pendant Excavator had made for him, but the thing inside was undoubtedly Kun's eye.

His middle-aged self was still rather manly. His ordinary features carried the handsome charm of an older man. The only regrettable thing was that this middle-aged man was bald.

System stood on tiptoe and carefully examined the top of his middle-aged self's head, then sighed in disappointment.

The scalp at the center of his crown was exceptionally smooth, while there were a few hair stubbles around its edges. Clearly, the hair roots atop his middle-aged self's head had already died.

"Dead hair roots?"

System instinctively touched his own hair. When his [Needle Hair Technique] reached mastery, it really could produce an endless stream of hair.

But what if there were no hair roots?

A branch whose roots had already died was destined never to grow again,