Arthur sat cross-legged in the deepest meditation chamber within the Serene Palace Painting. His eyes were closed, but his consciousness was more active than it had ever been.
For the first time since his reincarnation, his memories were now truly complete. Every fragment from his past life as the Immortal Supreme had returned, and with them came a sobering realization that made his expression darken.
"I've been fighting like a fool," Arthur muttered, his voice carrying self-reproach.
He'd been operating at a fraction of his potential. All this time, he'd treated his advantages like simple tools when they were actually world-shaking trump cards that could reshape the very fabric of reality.
The reason was clear now. His incomplete memories hadn't just left gaps in his knowledge—they'd affected his judgment and intellect.
