Weak, Pitiful, Helpless...

"Father..." April stood beside Claren's corpse, pressing her lips together, a trace of sorrow in her eyes.

She spread out her senses to the other side of the grove and discovered a little girl of four or five in a small cave, carrying a backpack and clutching a candy jar.

Watching the little girl sadly eat a piece of candy, April's eyes blurred with mist.

She knew this had been the most helpless time of her childhood.

April wanted to approach her past self, only to discover that it was merely a phantom, not a real body. Of course, in other people's eyes, this "little April" absolutely did exist, but to April, a member of the Time Patrol, it was only a projection.

This truly was the spacetime of the past.

After becoming a member of the Time Patrol, April had become unified across time. Her past self was merely a phantom maintaining the course of history.

"At this time, I stayed in this little cave for three days. Then, when I was too hungry to endure it any longer, I ran to a village household on the island to look for food... An old granny gave me a whole jar of honey." Recalling those memories, April sank into melancholy.

Just then, April remembered something. Her figure flashed, and she vanished from the island.

The Other World.

Its golden hues were completely different from the living world. The sky was pale pink, while the ground was filled with glittering golden clouds resembling cotton candy.

Along a winding, narrow path, white, smoke-like souls lined up under the supervision of Other World staff, waiting for King Yama's judgment. Naturally, those qualified to receive King Yama's judgment were no ordinary nobodies. Ordinary Earthlings whose Battle Power had not reached a certain level