"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how.
But glory… glory is the answer.
Glory will outlive flesh and bones.
Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality."
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Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it.

"Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!"

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“…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

A soldier walked through a grand, lavish corridor, his steps steady and deliberate. His head was held high inside the polished crimson armor—armor identical to that worn by all high-ranking Demons. Yet despite this uniformity, every soldier standing in formation along the two sides of the hallway recognized him instantly. This was Sakaar, the legendary Marshal of the Crimson Forces, the man whose presence itself felt like a walking decree of authority.


The troops around him—all clad in the signature armor of the Crumbled Meteor Empire—straightened their backs unconsciously as he passed. Every pair of eyes followed him with respect, awe, and the silent tension reserved only for mythic figures who shaped battlefields with mere gestures.


But admiration wasn't the only thing filling their expressions…


Chapter 1817 - The scary little one