Chapter 272: 66 Historians



Chapter 272: Chapter 66 Historians

Without locking in on a location, without previewing it beforehand, once he was prepared, Laine simply took a step, leaving everything to the unknown.

So, when he emerged from the Spirit Realm into the dwelling place of humans, what laid before him was a door.

This seemed to be the interior of some human structure, with the bronze door dividing it into inside and outside sections. It was clear that there should have been guards here, but now the place was completely empty.

“History... Since everything here originally stemmed from me, is that why I’ve come here?”

Though his action was random, in the Mythic World, there was no true randomness. Being able to come here meant that this place had some faint connection to Laine.

After surveying his surroundings, he reached out to push the door open. The portal, heavy enough to require the combined strength of several men to open, swung apart with ease, revealing the steps behind it.

It appeared to be a very tall building, which wasn’t common among modern humans.

Strolling in, under the light of the lamps on either side of the staircase, Laine headed towards the top of the building.

...

“Click—”



“Grind—”

The sound of a bronze blade scraping against stone echoed in the high space, where an old man with a face full of wrinkles continued his work.

He was very old, one of the oldest among the first humans created by Prometheus, and his life was nearing its end.

But observing the stone engraving steadily nearing completion, intrigued, Laine still asked with interest:



“You all? What do you think I am?”

After climbing over a hundred steps and reaching the top floor of the building, Laine also understood the purpose of this place.

In the spacious room were hundreds of wooden racks, on which creations containing written records were stored. This was where humans collected knowledge. They recorded the technologies of humans from the previous era, passed down by the creator, and stored them here.

As for the old man in front of him, he seemed to be the one in charge of organizing them.



“You must be a god, as the young people said, the gods are going to destroy humanity. They wanted me to leave with them. But where could I go? I won’t live much longer anyway, so I simply stayed here.”

“If Bronze Humanity can continue, they will eventually return one day, and perhaps they will see something I have left behind. If Bronze Humanity is to be extinguished, then it doesn’t matter where I stay.”

Having finished the illustration, the old man started to carve letters into the stone tablet. Watching this scene, Laine felt a sense of déjà vu.

“Young people? Although the ages of Bronze Humanity do differ at creation, the actual time you all have existed is quite similar. Some were born middle-aged, while others were children.”

Moving beside the old man, Laine looked at the stone tablet.

“The length of life is not the standard for measuring youth or old age, Your Grace. It is the mindset, knowledge, and view of the world that make me say they are young.”

After coughing twice, seemingly interested in having a conversation with a god at the end of his life, the old man’s enthusiasm for the conversation seemed very strong.

“You’re right.”

Nodding, Laine felt the old man made sense. Like himself, despite living for tens of thousands of years, he seemed younger than the old man before him.