Time passed.
The long period of time was meaningless to the Dimensional Esophagus, but to the exiles who lived here and were irreversibly digested by the rules of the Endless World, it was a real life. They would not waste their time because of the distortion of time with the real material world.
Unknowingly, an era had passed.
On the Dimensional Esophagus, the number of exiles from the material world was not small. But compared to the size of the Dimensional Esophagus, the time gap, and the number of people being digested by the Endless World from time to time due to various reasons, there were not many.
Only those gathering places that were created because of special rules could form a social group of exiles with different rules, trying to escape the fate of being digested by the Endless World.
An era, ten thousand years!
Countless newcomers who were sealed in the Dimensional Esophagus were digested, and many old monsters who could not resist the surging torrent of the balanced digestion rules of the Endless World due to their soul limits, and became one of the countless skeletons, forever staying on this continent.
And this era, for some of the exiles who had just adapted to the Dimensional Esophagus and were gradually growing up, was the initial stage of gradually transforming from newcomers to old monsters.
Among them, one of the large gathering places of the Dimensional Esophagus was the Perforation Gate, the Destruction Wizard Grimm of the Summit of the Nine Mountains.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle …
Due to the lack of resources, even a Wizard like Grimm could only rely on the Philosopher's Stone to refine some simple seasonings and boil a pot of mushroom soup as an embellishment in his long and boring life. It reminded him that he was a Wizard, a Wizard who waited for a long time to leave the Dimensional Esophagus, and not food to be digested by the Endless World.
Green smoke rose in spirals. In Grimm's laboratory, Mishsha's eyes were bright. In the long passage of time, the two of them were at least rare friends in the Dimensional Esophagus.
As the ruler of the First Peak of the Summit of the Nine Mountains who had all the rights of the Perforation Gate, Grimm's prestige after the battle at the Spider Silk Underworld Hall had already affected the Perforation Gate for an era. The experts of the Second Peak had changed several times, but they had never tried to challenge Grimm.
Calculating the time, it had been more than 14,000 years since Grimm was trapped in the Dimensional Esophagus.
As for the Perforation Gate, it had already been 13,000 years since it had fused with Annihilation. The amplification of Annihilation had reached 475,000 points!
However, this was far from satisfying Grimm's needs.
"Breathe in … breathe in …"
Misha savored the mushroom soup and narrowed her eyes, her expression one of intoxication.
"Every time I taste your mushroom soup, it's a blessing and enjoyment from the Dimensional Esophagus Path. It's also the evidence that reminds me that I'm still alive. It's truly wonderful."
In his boring life, to be praised by a friend, Grimm's slightly stiff face under the Mask of Truth revealed a slight smile. It was filled with the vicissitudes of life and the accumulation of knowledge.
"Eat more if you like it. Compared to the mushroom soup from 150 years ago, there's some meat fat in it this time, so the taste is completely different."
After a hundred years, the Dimensional Esophagus Path did not have any rich and colorful life. It was as if there was no hope at all. After a long time, there would always be people who would choose to give up and quietly wait for the fate of being digested by the endless world.
"Hmm …"
Misha let out a seductive moan and drank the mushroom soup in one gulp, revealing a satisfied smile. She could not help but ask again, "Wizard Vanish, won't you consider it? Although we don't share the same bloodline, with our powerful life force, there's a certain chance that we can produce a fusion offspring that surpasses our own bloodlines."
Shaking his head, Grimm smiled and silently declined, not explaining much on this matter.
"Alright."
Misha said in a low voice, full of regret and reluctance, "This time, the Second Peak Master is different from the past. He's the strongest person who grew up step by step among the exiles in this era. Especially after he challenged the Star Fire Elf five hundred years ago, he successfully became the Second Peak Master. He's much stronger than before. I think in a few hundred years, you'll have your first challenge. How about it, are you ready? "
"There's no need to prepare anything."
Grimm did not want to waste even a drop of the mushroom soup. He even sucked on the simple bone spoon and put away the utensils with slight regret. Calmly, he said, "I've also taken a look at that forsaken one. He's still far from being able to sit in my position. As for the future, he'll only be further away. Even if there's someone who rewrites the rules of the Perforation Gate, it won't be him. He's far from being enough. "
Hearing Grimm's words, Mishsa had been deeply fascinated by Grimm's calmness, erudition, and wisdom all these years. That was the power of knowledge and mastery, not the power of self-challenge and surpassing.
"Looks like I can still enjoy this delicious mushroom soup for a few thousand years, hmph hmph."
Misha teased, but she twisted her snake tail and was about to leave.
As they were sending each other off, Grimm suddenly said, "With your strength, even if the first three peaks have little hope, there's still some hope for the later peaks. Don't you want to try?"
"Do I need to? Isn't my leisurely life the treatment of the First Peak … "
Smiling, Grimm shook his head and returned to the laboratory again, decorating his life with this once-in-a-century appointment.
…
Very soon, Grimm returned to his boring routine.
Time had been too long, and Grimm was no longer as anxious as before. He did not even need to feel anxious. Every day, he did a little here and there and studied. For an epoch, Grimm had more than doubled the size of the Book of Truth and replaced the Nine in Nine Return to One Sword Formation with the Balance Sealing Spell.
In the most conspicuous place of the laboratory, the corpses of the Abyssal Demons were soaked in a giant container filled with muddy yellow liquid. This was Grimm's wizard glory and self-motivation.
During such a long time, Grimm also made use of the limited conditions in his spare time to experiment on some whimsical conjectures that he did not have time to complete in the past.
Grimm's weaker knowledge of magic arrays, occult knowledge, and even mechanical knowledge were also used as pastimes in his boredom. He spent a lot of time in contact with them.
Although he did not achieve much, he was no longer as weak as before.
Even for the low-level natural elemental spell structure adjustment, Grimm had increased his previous highest elemental structure of a spinning top by 15 times to a collapsed vortex structure by 20 times, successfully triggering the blessing of natural phenomena.
But to the current Grimm, it was just a boring little trick.
On the laboratory table, small glass containers were filled with pieces of flesh and fat cells. They were experimental specimens collected from Grimm's own data and those of the Abyssal Demons.
The decryption of the human race's restricted hereditary evolution research with the Key of Life was not as smooth as Grimm had imagined. But fortunately, he had the living specimen of the Abyssal Demon Ancestor as a reference, and he had so much time. With so much time, the originally small chance became full of possibilities.
At least with the Mask of Truth, Grimm had unlimited possibilities!
Time continued to pass, and the surging torrent of laws in the endless world continued to irreversibly digest everything in the Dimensional Esophagus …
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