June 1, 2018Happy Children’s Day to myself, I suppose.
After all, judging by the lifespan of an Great Old One, I am still in my swaddling clothes.
Where in this world is there an Great Old One in their early twenties?
I am completely a child among children, the kind who could run straight up to the Mother Goddess of Depravity and yell mom.
Zhou Mingrui doesn’t count; he can only be considered half an Great Old One, which is strike one.
Furthermore, he is an ancient fossil of a Remnant of an old days pretending to be young, which is strike two.
Finally, and most importantly, he is relatively concerned about saving face.
In summary, Lin Chuan is completely and utterly still a child; why shouldn’t he be able to celebrate Children’s Day?
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“Sigh.” Lin Chuan let out a faint sigh.
Ever since he resolutely fled Earth on the 5th of last month, he had been drifting dryly and monotonously through this dead universe for over twenty days.
At first, that sense of novelty did indeed dilute the sorrow of leaving his homeland.
In the vast deep space far from Earth, without needing to worry about causing too great a commotion and drawing the gaze of the “Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings” or “God Almighty”, he was finally able to freely familiarize himself with his authority and symbolism.
At the same time, the sea of stars was boundless, and the transition experience of breaking spatial shackles was shocking enough.
During this period of letting himself go, he even literally achieved “shoulder to shoulder with the Sun”.
Maintaining the state of “Nothingness”, he could gaze closely at the violent and magnificent fusion storm inside the star.
You must know that this was a limited-time, non-returning out-of-print scenery; if he didn’t watch it now, he wouldn’t get to see it later.
After the original barrier rose, the Moon was occupied by the Mother Goddess of Depravity, the Sun was first the Primordial God Almighty and then the Supernova Dominator, and later, after the Ancient Sun God was born, He even took it on as a part-time job for a while, and after His fall, it was Aucuses’s turn…The ancients once sighed, “Dew is white from tonight, the Moon is bright in my hometown,” and there is also a poem that says, “The Moon of today once shone on the ancients.” However, when he returned to his old haunts in the future, what he saw would indeed no longer be the Sun and Moon of the past.
However, there was no one.
The activities mentioned above were fresh indeed, but when all was said and done, it was just trying to find something to do out of boredom.
With no people, no objects to communicate with, and not a trace of living breath, this feeling of loneliness was indeed hard to bear.
Although he could directly sink his consciousness into the Sefirah and quietly await the passage of time, to say nothing of how wasteful that would be, he also couldn’t gauge how many years were left from the current historical node to the Fifth Epoch.
In case he bound himself in his own cocoon and made a mistake when adjusting the time flow rate, waking up to find that not to mention the Fifth Epoch, even the apocalyptic war had already been fought, and the Celestial Worthy had even borrowed a shell to go public and log back in…
Lin Chuan suddenly felt a chill run through him.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the image of being possessed by a creep out of his mind, but not only did it not work, a famous line even popped up:
“You may not have Zhou Mingrui, but you still have me, the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings.
I can completely be your friend, be the guide of your divine life…”
As expected, long-term lack of socialization would lead to a plummeting sanity value and wild, random thoughts.
Lin Chuan even began to consider it seriously, pondering whether he should turn back right now, snatch some lucky person from Earth, and stuff them into the Sefirah to entertain himself.
It seemed as though he was gradually making transitions at the edge of the universe, but that was merely due to a lack of coordinates while wanting to find other Outer Deities or civilizations in the universe.
As long as he wanted to, relying on the anchored Earth coordinates, he could observe his position back at any time.
“…Forget it.” He self-deprecatingly twitched the corners of his mouth.
He couldn’t really treat people as toys for amusement.
If he did that, what difference would there be between him, the Celestial Worthy, and God Almighty?
Besides, snatching people up didn’t seem to serve much purpose; grabbing too many people would make it easy to get discovered.
What if the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty suddenly decided that to resist foreign aggression, they must first pacify the interior?
By then, instead of bickering after splitting, they would join forces to arrest Lin Chuan, an illegal immigrant Great Old One—that would be utterly disgraceful.
“Making excuses again.”
A bit pretentious, a bit awkward.
But Lin Chuan couldn’t get past that hurdle in his heart.
He didn’t want to drag innocent people into this Boundless Void just for his momentary boredom.
Even though he knew full well that if those people stayed on Earth, their future fate would most likely be burial alongside the apocalypse, and taking them away would actually be truly saving their lives.
Perhaps it was a psychological cleanliness; although they were facing the apocalypse, it had nothing to do with him after all, and the apocalypse wasn’t caused by him…
Moreover, standing by and watching was one thing, but doing certain actions for amusement was entirely another.
Lin Chuan didn’t want himself to become too unfamiliar, not daring to concede even a single step, unwilling to change even a little.
This was even harder than resisting divinity, because everything originated from his original heart.
However, when he saw that fellow again, he couldn’t let that person fail to recognize him, could he?
Otherwise, what other reason could there be for him not to go back?
It couldn’t possibly be that the Primordial One would awaken the moment he went back, right?
Haha, how could there be such a coincidental thing?
The honorific name of the Beacon of destiny wasn’t on him…
Thinking of this, Lin Chuan stopped his jinxing behavior.
He stayed in this galaxy and waited quietly.
One day passed, two days passed, nothing happened, and the universe remained silent.
“Very good.”He let out a breath, flipped open his diary, and began to record:
“It seems that there is no so-called higher-layer narrator arranging my life, nor am I the protagonist of any novel.
Otherwise, according to common tropes just now, right after my jinxing thought landed, it should have ‘coincidentally’ been the Primordial One’s turn to awaken.”
Closing the diary, Lin Chuan tossed it back above the Boundless Void, into the city bedroom that he had materialized earlier.
Relying almost entirely on memory, he had replicated his hometown before transmigrating at a 1:1 scale.
Everything was just like in his memories, with the only flaw being that there was no one there, so he didn’t often stay inside it.
He only fell asleep in his own bedroom, maintaining a normal routine—or perhaps not so normal.
Lin Chuan pulled back his thoughts, gazed at the boundless sea of stars, and thought thusly:
“During these days, I casually materialized all kinds of entertainment facilities within the Sefirah.
Although there was no one to accompany me, I had already learned to enjoy solitude long before my transmigration.”
“Playing through those games one by one, reading all the novels, anime, and movies—it would take at least ten thousand years to enjoy them, right?
How could I possibly feel bored?
People who say they’re bored have probably never eaten fine grain; isn’t it satisfying to find some good games?”
“We might encounter other civilizations in the Cosmos…
Considering Great Old One existences like the Supernova Dominator, I should say we will definitely encounter them.
By then, we can also go contact them, which should be very interesting.”
…
Lin Chuan fell silent for a brief moment.
Afterwards, his figure faded away like the tide, advancing toward the direction in his intuition.
It was time for him to continue on his journey; there were still many things to do, and someone always needed to do them.
This is the end of the Pre-epoch story