Hill suddenly felt a little angry.
What annoyed him most was having all these messy, behind-the-scenes schemes entangle him. Wherever he went, there was trouble!
He had obviously come to save his own world, yet he had somehow brushed up against the deepest secrets of Hell.
If he failed to restrain that bit of curiosity and truly dug into it wholeheartedly... would the end of this path have the Nine Hells on the left, the Bottomless Abyss on the right, and Asmodeus and Demogorgon standing in the middle?
He glanced again at the shining moon and solemnly reminded himself not to get to the bottom of things. It was best to look only at what lay on the surface.
As for those secrets... they had already been exposed enough that even someone who had merely caught an occasional glimpse, like him, could make guesses. That naturally meant those secrets were close to being revealed to the world.
He only needed to wait and watch.
Under no circumstances should he become the one to uncover them.
If he did not take it on, fate would always find someone more suitable to lift that curtain.
There would always be saints who sincerely wanted to become the Multiverse's great savior.
A little bear cub like him, who only wanted to go home and roll around, could forget it. He truly did not have such a grand heart.
As he realized that he was getting closer and closer to that deepest secret, Hill quietly pulled back the neck he had stretched too far.
He increasingly felt that he had indeed inherited many traits from the Earth Bear... Even when he knew something was important, once he looked around and found that it did not have much impact on his own den, and he could