Mr. Melancholy Wants To Live A Peaceful Life

CHAPTER 60

Huan Zixu had a strategy in his dialogue with the Protection Organization. He and Feng Kui had lost the System's power. They were fish on the Protection Organization's chopping block, ready to be slaughtered. Feng Kui had been restored to normal and wouldn't continue upgrading in the direction of artificial intelligence. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be their last world. He had to make plans. The last world...

Huan Zixu looked at Feng Kui, not expecting that Feng Kui would also be gazing at him with a pure smile. Since this was their last world, then he would have to strive to obtain the Protection Organization's trust and richly live out the future decades in this world with Feng Kui. Huan Zixu made his choice.

"How will a person's mind change if he lives thousands of years?" the Protector with the handsome uncle's face who used the spatial ability suddenly asked.

Huan Zixu was surprised. Director Xiao was leading the interrogation, and the other Protectors had remained silent from beginning to end. Why would the handsome uncle Protector steps out of bounds now?

"I don't know," Huan Zixu said, shaking his head. "I only know that in my 199 worlds, I didn't only feel time. There was also the constantly increasing power, and the experience of going through different worlds. Sometimes I even got muddled, thinking that I'm not human anymore, but a god, a completely different species from humans. If a mere 199 worlds can do that, then 3,841 levels... That number is appalling. A person who has passed so many levels, I think he must have changed at the genetic level. He isn't human anymore."

"How many years have you been alive?" the handsome uncle Protector asked.

"Three hundred...four hundred...or five hundred?" Huan Zixu struggled to remember. He shook his head. "Time is a human sense of movement. One cycle of the earth's rotation is defined as a day, one cycle of the moon's orbit as one month, one cycle of the earth around the sun as one year. With different worlds, different celestial bodies, different reckonings of time, I can't calculate it."

"Four-hundred fifty-three years, six months, and eighteen days," Feng Kui said suddenly. "I used the first world's time reckoning to keep track. This world's time reckoning is about the same."

Huan Zixu was a little surprised. Feng Kui's storage had been so small that he had constantly been deleting his memories. Why would he remember this?

"A document. It doesn't take up much memory." Feng Kui's speech didn't seem very smooth. He spoke haltingly. "I deleted—the videos and the pictures, but kept the written records. I've always—remembered."

Huan Zixu didn't want to display too much emotion in front of the Protectors, but hearing Feng Kui speak, tears came to his eyes. Huan Zixu turned his face away and lightly wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, brushing away the tears. 

He took a deep breath and said, "Then let's say 453.5 years. Things that happened before I became a leveler feel a dozen lifetimes away. I don't remember them clearly."

Only when he spoke did he discover that his voice was hoarse.

"How does the passage of time feel? Can you tell me concretely?" The handsome uncle Protector asked another question, and the plain-faced Protector next to him yanked him, reminding him not to go outside his rank again.

Huan Zixu drank a mouthful of water to wet his throat and calm his feelings, then said, "The world is different in the eyes of different creatures. Humans experience the world through their five senses, but the colors and pixels our eyes can distinguish are limited, and the audio frequencies our ears can distinguish are also limited. I've lived four hundred years and more, but if you really asked me whether I've felt four hundred years, my answer would be that I haven't. To me, it feels like those four hundred and more years have taken tens of thousands of years to pass, but also as though they passed in an instant."