"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?”

Inside the colossal Throne Hall, the vast chamber from which Hedrick had long ruled Mid Sector 101 indirectly, guiding the affairs of the sector without always appearing in person.


Inside the throne hall... the one with the empty throne.


The throne itself stood high upon a dark platform at the far end of the chamber, silent and unmoving, like a monument to an absent ruler.


At the center of the hall stood a long extended table, its surface illuminated by a massive star map of the entire sector. Countless glowing stars, trade routes, and imperial territories shimmered across the projection. Around that table gathered three people... and three projections.


Chapter 2097 - Writing history