Nine-Roasted Squirrel

Infinite City.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, and the butterfly dreamed it was Zhuang Zhou. Hawkins slowly opened his eyes and looked at Su'er nearby.

Su'er sensed his gaze and asked without looking away from the television, "What is it?"

"Nothing. How about I make you something to eat?" Hawkins said with a smile.

The battle at the Sea of Heroes was over. In the end, the players had failed to kill the Looting Emperor, though they had wiped out the Evil Beasts.

With the battle over, the Player Camp disbanded.

Hawkins was not someone who refused to face failure. Once he knew he had failed, he gave up trying to deliberately cultivate a disciple. A Sage could teach more outstanding players, but it was better to let the matter of taking an apprentice happen naturally.

That did not mean he was giving up on Martin. He would simply interfere less in Martin's growth from now on and let nature take its course.

After reflecting on what had happened, he used Mother to split off countless infants.

The infants' souls had split from his own, and their subconscious minds were connected to Mother. But they carried none of his memories. Strictly speaking, each was like him after losing his memory.

He sent the infants at random to countless different worlds.

Time flowed differently in those worlds. Some of the infants were still infants, while others had married and started families. Some were already growing old, and still others had died, their consciousness returning to Mother.

Mother was connected to every one of their subconscious minds and thus knew everything about them.

Eventually, one of them stood out and caught Mother's attention.

At first, there was nothing remarkable about him. The only point of interest was that his childhood