ng his fist at the bomb in the sky.

He knew the objective of the enemy was to ignite the volcano.

Smoke Island was practically the world’s largest volcano, as most of the volcano’s structure was under the ocean. Its volume was shockingly immense. The entire Smoke Island was actually the volcano’s crater, and was of the incessant mist on the island. This was a sign that it had been on the cusp of an eruption.

As the gigantic volcano erupted, the small, neighbouring countries were affected. The air pollution caused by it would severely alter the structure of the planet.

Garen thought that Weisman had underestimated the volcano’s destructive power and scale, and had decided to act in such a reckless manner.

However, none of this mattered anymore. What’s important now was the question of his current situation.

He wanted to move his body, but realized that he no longer had the concept of limbs. It was as if his body was in a deep sleep, and his brain was not fully awake and thrown into chaos.

His surrounding was pitch black; there was nothing to see.

In his last moments when his body was disintegrated, he could still feel the immense pain just from recalling this fresh memory. He clearly remembered his body completely melted by the intense heat.

In the instant the volcano erupted, it felt like the earth was in rage, and Smoke Island, which was the crater, unleashed a limitless amount of white and gold magma. The thousand-degree lava had completely melted him instantly.

In actuality, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to escape the moment he saw the bomb.

If it was just an ordinary, powerful bomb, he had no reason to be afraid as he was confident in his resistance to heat. As long as it wasn’t core temperature, the most he would be affected by was the debris and shockwave from the explosion.

However, it wasn’t just any bomb, it was a nuclear bomb. Although it hadn’t been fully developed yet, it was still a nuclear bomb. Furthermore, the issue was not this but that Smoke Island was a giant volcano on the verge of eruption.

The nuclear bomb was nothing but a catalyst.

The eruption of the volcano was the one that did him in.

He was defenseless against the instantaneous high temperature impact and was completely engulfed in it.

"Never in my dreams had I thought of such an ending."

Garen recalled silently in the dark. Sylphalan and he himself were the strongest people in that world.

If Sylphalan had not sought death at the last second and kept on fighting, both of them might have ended in a draw. Practically, with his Divine Statue Technique, immense aura, and his abundant essence were already at an appalling level.

Sylphalan was no different. He had a terrifying explosive force and lethal attacks. Even Garen had a tough time against him. The only thing he lacked against him was his recovery.

Everything was decided the moment Sylphalan gave in to Garen. In a battle between two equals, the result was obvious the moment one party gave in to the other.

Garen understood everything in the darkness.

The world would no longer be a world revolving martial arts any longer. The realm of his martial art was at the peak and there was no room for any more improvements.

The next world should be similar to Earth, the firearm era. The level of his martial arts could only be describe as perfection.

It was pure darkness in all directions.

"Death may be the ending for some people. Clearly that’s not the case for me."

He was alone in the dark. He was a shapeless object without the concept of a body.

Garen didn’t know how long he had been floating in the darkness.

A day… two days…

A year… Two years…

He didn’t know how long he had been there. As time pa.s.sed, he counted up to millions and there was still nothing happening.

Gradually, he was back to the beginning of transmigration and his thinking gradually stalled as he travelled through the universe.

After some time, suddenly he pa.s.sed by some sort of mist, and saw a ray of light at the bottom.

Far away in the darkness, a dark blue nebula slowly appeared, and he got closer and closer and the nebula became bigger and bigger.

Within this nebula laid a planet painted in dark blue. Suddenly, innumerable images flashed past his mind, like a million rays of light s.h.i.+ning in his direction.

Garen saw everything clearly as he looked at the images. It was a series of events that happened on the planet, the changes it had been through.

It was as if a movie was playing right in front of his eyes.

He Suddenly felt his body burning up.

He looked down and saw that a quaint book-like pendant was floating beside his body. It was the Eternal Starry Night Pendant that he had been wearing.

Unfortunately this necklace, which effect was unknown, was already lined with innumberable crack lines. The once gleaming surface had become dull, as if it was about to disappear.

A familiar faint red symbol appeared just below Garen’s vision.

‘Unknown force has been fully depleted… the travel is about to stop. Do you want to enter the nearest planet?’

Garen was stunned. The Eternal Starry Night Pendant was the source of his travel through the universe.

He immediately answered with swift reaction.

"Yes!"

Suddenly, his talent and abilities were transferred, and he felt his body guided by numerous thin red beams. He was then pulled by the beams to the planet at an incredible pace. A few flash and jumps, but he was nowhere closer to the planet.

His target planet was the one that he had glimpsed earlier.

The planet got bigger and clearer with each second. As Garen turned his head around and looked back, a similar blue planet had already became a small dot and blended itself in with the other stars in the sky.

"I will return…"

"Pew!! The speed had increased even further.

He felt a jolt in his brain and completely lost consciousness. The Eternal Starry Night Pendant let out a and was broken into millions of pieces as it scattered among the universe.

************

Night.

There was a young man, probably in his early twenties, busy writing something in a brightly lit room.

He was sitting at the copper red study desk, holding onto a white quill, occasionally dipping it inside black ink and writing something onto the paper after giving some thought.

The faint yellow light radiated by the candle reflected brightly off his hair onto his fair and handsome face.

‘Sun Calendar. Year 3567, twentieth of the fourth month. I had once met Aquarius from Walton. Oh my goodness! This is the third time in my life that I have been burnt by her beauty. She is too beautiful… So beautiful that she is as pure as a lily and as white as a moon. As beautiful as… As beautiful as…" The youngster stopped writing and started to think carefully of his next praise.

"Ah!~~~~" He suddenly released a long sigh as he pressed his chest with one hand. "Oh the beautiful Aquarius, I shall be your fated prince!!"

Ugh…

A faint footsteps could be heard just outside the door.

"Little Giles! You’re eavesdropping on me writing my poem again!! Stand still!!" The youngster threw his pen down and rushed outside the door. It was completely dark outside as he saw a small human figure rus.h.i.+ng down to the first floor as he disappeared into the darkness.