After listening to Chu Mu, Herta fell silent for a long time before saying:
"Go to sleep."
"Weren't you going to help me think it through?" Chu Mu asked. "I'd really like to hear what advice a genius scientist would have."
"I'll tell you tomorrow morning," Herta said sullenly. "My advice right now is to hurry up and sleep!"
"All right," Chu Mu replied.
He stopped talking, and after a while, his breathing grew steady.
He had actually fallen asleep.
Herta, however, found herself unable to sleep.
She had once had an audience with Nous, the Aeon of Erudition. She revered the Aeon's boundless wisdom and had been awestruck by the Aeon's vast, limitless power.
She had never thought Aeons could be like humans. The gulf between them was simply far too great.
Herta would rather believe that Aeons were laws of the universe, laws humanity had yet to understand.
But now, she was lying in the same bed as someone who had been an Aeon in the past and would be one in the future.
He never spoke with pride about being an Aeon.
In fact, Herta had no doubt that, given a choice, Chu Mu would abandon an Aeon's power without hesitation and become an ordinary person.
But if he really were just an ordinary person, would he still have met Kafka and Silver Wolf in this life?
Some good fortune was compensation for the misfortune that came before it.
The transcendent power of an Aeon, something everyone yearned for, was a misfortune to Chu Mu.
Herta was very curious. How exactly had Chu Mu obtained that power in his past life?
And how was his past self different from the Chu Mu of this life?
Herta drifted into a deep sleep.
Unsurprisingly, the dream began as