Chapter 155: Who says the human world is the most boring?

Chapter 155: Who says the human world is the most boring?



"Professor, please enlighten me."

Supreme Being Apollo showed no airs in front of Gregory.

"To discuss this question, we need to clarify the definitions first," Gregory Blackwell began, slowly sharing his thoughts without reservation.

"The concept of 'born with innate knowledge' is complex. For instance, being born knowing everything, omniscient and omnipotent. I don't think even the one slumbering in the abyss can achieve that."

Apollo agreed, "Indeed, there are no omniscient beings in this world."

The Supreme Demon God wasn't, and neither was Apollo.

"Alright, let's extend this line of thought," Gregory continued, speaking slowly. At over three hundred years old, speaking too quickly made him short of breath.

"The 'born with innate knowledge' we're discussing refers to: 'A person who, from the moment of birth, possesses memories of the world.'

This scenario is more often found in literary fantasies, where they call it 'transmigration' or 'rebirth.' When Shadow Nine was young, he loved reading these novels, especially the webnovel."

Gregory glanced at the white cloud. "Shadow Nine read those to pass the time. But you're different. You find everything in this world boring. You haven't even figured out if you're a butterfly or not. You wouldn't have the leisure to ponder this question."

"Therefore," Gregory emphasized this short sentence, knowing that what he was about to say might touch upon Apollo's deepest secret.

The world knew that humanity had three Supreme Beings: Morpheus, Ares, and Apollo. Publicly, Morpheus was undoubtedly considered the strongest among them.

Due to his special status, Gregory knew most of the inside stories. Both Morpheus and Ares had fought the Supreme Demon God.

The results: Morpheus couldn't step into the Abyssal Plane, and Ares couldn't leave it.

Both Supreme Beings had paid a heavy price, resulting in the Supreme Demon God continuing to slumber and granting humanity a moment of peace.

In other words, among the three Supreme Beings, the one with the most intact combat power was the one who had acted the least-Apollo!

Gregory Blackwell spoke each word deliberately, "When you start pondering this question, there are only two possibilities.

One, you encountered a 'born with innate knowledge' person.

Two, you are that 'born with innate knowledge' person!"

"Or both. Otherwise, you wouldn't consider this question."

The white cloud fell silent again. After a long pause, a faint voice spoke, "Perhaps."

Apollo sighed, "Maybe I'm just seeking boredom."

Apollo had asked his question but hadn't received the answer he wanted. Gregory Blackwell didn't get up but instead asked, "What do you think of Thor?"

The negotiation team, long prepared, was just waiting for Professor Gregory. As the white cloud descended, the portal to the Abyssal Plane slowly opened.

On the other side, the projections of nine demon gods had been waiting for some time. Even with just a crack in the portal, the pressure that emanated was overwhelming.

In the negotiation team, aside from Gregory Blackwell, the weakest member was a seventh- tier Battle Lord, and even they turned pale under the pressure. The negotiations hadn't even started, and the other side had already shown their strength!

Ding-

The sound of the lyre echoed. A pale yellow barrier rose in front of the negotiation team, shielding them from the pressure.

As soon as the Supreme Being intervened, the demon gods, in a show of mutual understanding, slowly withdrew their pressure. They were here to negotiate, not to seek

death.

While Apollo might not like to intervene or leave the Tower of Truth, that didn't mean he couldn't take a trip to the abyss and casually kill a few demon gods before the Supreme

Demon God awakened.

Behind Gregory Blackwell, from the Tower of Truth, the sound of a lyre echoed softly, a

farewell to an old friend.

The portal was finally constructed, bridging the two realms. A shadowy figure darted back and

forth, ensuring the passage was secure.

Shadow One spoke in a low, commanding voice, "Move out."

Even a Tier Nine Battle Lord had to remain fully focused; any lapse in concentration could be

fatal.

The negotiation team, numbering over a dozen, stepped into the portal one by one. Gregory Blackwell, being the weakest among them, needed others to establish a life-support system for him upon arrival before he could enter the abyss.

Therefore, he was the last to go.

As he waited, Gregory turned to look back. At that moment, the sun was setting, and the sky was ablaze with the colors of dusk. The Abyssal portal hovered in mid-air.

Gregory stood on a cloud, bathed in the glow of the evening sky. From a distance, the old man seemed almost divine, as if one with the heavens.

In his eyes, there was nothing but the beautiful landscapes of the human world. For three hundred years, he had looked upon these lands, unchanged and familiar. He never grew tired

of it and felt immense joy.

Withdrawing his gaze, Gregory gracefully turned around and stepped resolutely into the Abyssal portal. As he vanished, only a light chuckle echoed through the air.

"Who says the human world is the most boring?"