Chapter 1: Some Time Passed
Georges sat in a quiet corner inside the Primordial Origin Library, the seemingly endless rows of books towering above him like silent sentinels.
As his fingers ran along the cover of an ancient-looking book, he was lost in thought.
He didn't have a clue how much time had passed since he arrived at the Primordial Origin Library.
Time flowed strangely here.
Georges was so absorbed in reading, learning, and sucking knowledge from the multiple books that the Primordial Origin Library had to offer.
The concept of time seemed unimportant to him.
Whoosh!
As he was recalling his time spent in the Primordial Origin Library, a soft golden glow suddenly emerged, attracting his attention.
It was floating in the air, shimmering like a mirage. It was the numbers "100,000" written in radiant gold color, almost dazzling.
Georges' eyes blinked in surprise, and then the realization came to him naturally. One hundred thousand years—it was the number of years that he had been in the library.
He wasn't sure if it was right; the idea just appeared in his mind, as if by chance.
So, for practically one hundred thousand years, he had been reading and reading different types of books. It was a feat humanly impossible in his previous world, Planet Earth.
"How did I lose track of time here? Was it the library's influence making me focus so intensely, or was I just too excited?"
Georges contemplated under his breath.
In those 100,000 years, the library had been his entire world. Each book he read was a lifeline, pulling him through the expanse of time.
The echo of his voice in the vast hall was a constant reminder of his isolation. He never knew how much longer he had in this sanctuary, and the uncertainty gnawed at him, deepening his solitude.
However, the years had been fruitful, as the knowledge he had acquired was almost immeasurable. Each book was a treasure that enriched his knowledge about cultivation in general.
Georges could almost remember the countless hours, he had spent reading about ancient cultivation methods, martial arts techniques.
Mastering theories about complex professions such as alchemists, blacksmiths, formation masters, and talisman masters.
He had delved into the secrets of cultivation so deeply, that he could almost claim there weren't many things he didn't know about it. Georges had become like those martial emperors who reincarnated into a trash young master's body.
"When can I go out?"
Georges asked himself. But nobody could answer that question in the solitary Primordial Origin Library.
One hundred thousand years was an inconceivable amount of time to spend alone, even in a place as wonderful as the Primordial Origin Library.
Just as Georges was feeling sad and waiting to go out, a startling flash of light appeared out of nowhere.
The light materialized itself into text in the air before him, the letters flowing slowly with a fluid grace.
It materialized into a clear and direct message: "Thy time in the Primordial Origin Library has come to an end. Thou must leave now."
"I shouldn't talk so suddenly…"
Georges murmured, a wry smile playing on his lips. A wave of emotions surged within him—relief, fear, excitement, and sadness.
His heart ached with the weight of it all, the vast hall echoing his mixed feelings.
The idea of leaving was a complex swirl of emotions. Excitement crackled within him like a live wire—it was a chance to experience the outside world beyond the library's walls.
Yet, this excitement was tempered by an equally powerful sense of terror. The familiarity of the library, its endless books.
He had grown accustomed to being in the Primordial Origin Library; he liked its sense of solitude and calm as an introverted person.
Stepping out into the unknown felt like stepping off a cliff into darkness. He was overwhelmed by the fear of the unfamiliar.
The duality of these emotions gripped him fiercely—however, he knew he could not stay there forever; his time had come to an end.
Georges knew that it wasn't a coincidence that he suddenly appeared here. The outside world could, perhaps, answer these questions that haunted him for a long time.
Why was he here? For what cause and purpose? Could he return to Earth?
"Sigh… I shouldn't delve further into this. The answers to these questions will be revealed at the right time…"
Georges sighed and took a deep breath, looking around the library one last time, catching sight of the infinite shelves filled with books.
It was a familiar sight to him after these 100,000 years.
Each book represented a piece of the vast knowledge he had absorbed over the millennia.
So, he had a deep sense of connection to this so-called Primordial Origin Library, even if didn't sound so logical.
As Georges was lamenting his last stay in the Primordial Origin Library, he suddenly felt a powerful force enveloping him.
The air crackled violently around him, and suddenly he was yanked off the ground.
The world blurred into a frantic whirl of light and shadow.
He tried to brace himself, but the force hurled him through a chaotic storm of spinning colors.
His vision spun and darkened as the pressure built, overwhelming his senses.
Everything blurred into a dizzying vortex.
His heartbeat raced, each second dragging him deeper into the consuming darkness.
With a final, desperate breath, he closed his eyes and let the force pull him into the abyss.
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Heaven Origin World, Eastern Domain, Fallen Desolate Forest,
The Heaven Origin World was a place where the strong were respected and the weak despised like ants. People had the power to pluck the stars from the sky and shift planets. So, one's fist was the ultimate and fundamental law of the world.
In a lush and verdant landscape, full of towering trees and blooming flowers, a young man could be seen asleep. The sky above was a brilliant blue, the sun shining warmly as its light rested on the young man.
"Huh? Where am I?"
The young man's eyes opened, revealing majestic blue eyes, shining like bright gems. Clearly, this young man was Georges, who was chased out of the Primordial Origin Library.
Georges took a look around, taking in his surroundings. All he saw was a lush, verdant landscape, full of towering trees and blooming flowers.
"Oh, the sun is much bigger than the one on Earth!" Looking at the sun and feeling its familiar and unfamiliar warmth was a strange feeling. "I never thought I would be so content feeling the sun's warmth again after one hundred thousand years…"