The Black Swamp Palace was no longer heavily guarded. On the wall beside the entrance was a notice about the recruitment of new students this year, as well as the steps and locations to go through the various admission procedures. There was even a red suggestion box nailed to the side.
Young university students in their prime entered and exited the school gate in groups of twos and threes, chatting, laughing, and fooling around.
Right above the palace gate, there was a huge semicircular sign, with the words "Black Swamp University" clearly engraved on it.
Garon was dressed in black clothes, clean and tidy. Coupled with his luxurious aura, the guards at the gate thought he was a student of the school. They only raised their heads to glance at him, then lowered their heads to continue reading their novel.
Walking through the palace gate, there was a glass cabinet on the left side of the palace wall. Inside it was a list of famous people in the school.
His portrait was at the top of the list.
"Garon Trejons: The first Principal and Palace Master of the Black Swamp Palace.
Solar Calendar 3550 — 3592.
Founder of the Great Black Water True Technique Secret Technique, one of the first members of the Kovitan Parliament, the Honorary Commander of the National Army, the winner of the first Kovitan Best Contribution Award. The only winner of the World War and Peace Medal in 3598. Ranked thirteenth in the history of the world. "
Garen looked at the portrait of himself with the help of the street lamp, and he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. He was standing in front of him alive, looking at the achievements that others had written down for him. Even the exact time of his death had been determined.
The young man in the portrait was handsome and dignified. His eyes had the aura of a lion and a giant eagle. His blonde hair reached his shoulders, his gaze was like a knife, giving off the feeling of an absolute hero. This was probably the artist's impression of him.
Garon guessed in his mind.
Skimming past his column, below was the second row of famous people in history.
Demon Phoenix Trejons, became a traveler, traveling around the world. She finally met with a storm in the Western Sea on the left side of the East and West Continents, and her ship capsized and disappeared. At that time, totem power had already disappeared for more than ten years. Later generations found her and her companions' bodies, buried on a nameless island in the Western Sea. This island was named Demon Phoenix Island after her.
"I can't believe she actually took my surname …" Garon didn't know what was wrong with him, but he still had the mood to laugh.
He continued reading.
Ivycius and Skyharp went to the West Continent for an exchange. Their children and grandchildren, and had already become the top family in Kovitan. Alongside the Terry Jones family. In recent years, both of them had been diagnosed with illnesses. In order to overcome the disease, Ivycius researched on his own and became a world-renowned medical expert, specializing in the topic of lymph node tumors.
This time, he was going to the West Continent to do a medical academic report.
There was also Kling, Master An, and the other three Grand Master disciples that he had personally selected. All of them had left a heavy mark on the school's history.
Garon scanned the entire way, his heart unknowingly becoming empty.
Walking past the list of famous people, he slowly walked through the school. The former palace had been turned into different teaching blocks and laboratories. From time to time, you could see some foreign exchange students of different skin colors in the school, speaking awkward Kovitan language and chatting with the local students with great difficulty.
After walking around the school, Garen didn't encounter any old friends. He didn't recognize any of the people or faces here.
Walking in the once familiar Black Swamp Palace, it was as if he had entered someone else's home.
He also found the Black Swamp Guards that had been modified by the Green Vine Sphere, but these guards were no longer as strong as before. Only their physique and aura were much stronger than normal people, but they no longer had the level of supernatural power they had at the beginning.
Evidently, the modification of the Green Vine Sphere had also been affected by the disappearance of the totem power, and had completely become normal.
Half of the main palace hall that he had once lived in had become a historical landmark and was sealed off, while the other half had become a place for students to date and have secret affairs because of the dim light.
After Garon bumped into a few couples, he no longer had the mood to visit his old home.
The entire Imperial City, if he wanted to, could still return to his control in an extremely short period of time. But what was the point of that?
When Garon walked out of the academy, he turned back to look at the words above the palace gate, his heart unusually complicated.
Him coming to this world was originally an accident.
In the Imperial City, perhaps in the entire Imperial City, the only person he felt guilty towards was his cousin Hathaway. She had waited bitterly for more than fifty years, but in the end, the two of them didn't know how to face each other, whose image was so different.
Perhaps she really did think of him as her own grandson …
Garon thought to himself a little self-deprecatingly.
With the disappearance of the totem power, basically all of the unnatural powers had disappeared. The totem users who had lived a long life because of the totem and its derivation of power naturally didn't have a long lifespan, and died one by one.
The world had become a normal person's world.
The former Luminarists had become knowledgeable scholars, the former forgers had become scientists with scientific breakthroughs. Among the former totem users, only the top ones could become famous Grandmasters of Combat.
Before leaving the Imperial City, Garon went to visit Teacher Emin's grave. The Tasura Sect was a famous sect in the whole of Kovitan. Emin's grave was filled with all kinds of fresh flowers, obviously there were often students and disciples who came to visit the grave.
One by one, the people he was once familiar with had left forever, and this world that he was once familiar with, was once again slowly becoming unfamiliar.
Garon quietly left the Imperial City.
Before leaving, he checked Hathaway's body for any illness, using the power of the Living Secret Technique to freeze and remove the root of her illness, so that she could live for at least ten more years.
This was the only thing he could do for her. Similarly, Garon also did the final treatment for his old friends, Prynne, and the others.
The Secret Technique he practiced didn't have the effect of prolonging life, and for normal people, it was even harmful. But if he used it carefully, he could accurately kill the body's illness, achieving the goal of eliminating all diseases.
*****
Black Field Nation, Comet City
In a white cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
Garon sat in front of a black tombstone, holding a black wine bottle in his hand, occasionally taking a sip or two.
The bottle wasn't filled with wine, it was just coffee.
Under the setting sun, the black tombstones reflected the red light, and on the black tombstones mixed with small white dots, there were clear words carved: Goth, Jessica's Combined Grave.
The carving was very simple, other than a simple line of names, there were no other words. There was no introduction of their lives, no great achievements as the Black Field Master, not even the birth and death dates.
Just two names.
Maybe this was Goth's way of redeeming himself.
Garon came to the Black Field Nation these days, and he more or less figured out how Goth died.
Ever since the Battle of Heaven, Goth's originally strong body deteriorated day by day, and finally died from a myocardial infarction accompanied by a cerebral hemorrhage.
Whether it was Jessica's betrayal and death, or Garon's final disappearance, they all caused the once powerful Black Field Master to completely sink into self-blame and grief.
For some reason, Garon sat in front of Goth's grave, unusually calm as he reminisced, but his mood was unexpectedly peaceful.
He could understand Goth's final feelings, that seemingly strong man was actually still as weak as a child. Jessica's betrayal gave him a heavy blow, it was a ruthless stab to the heart, it was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe.
That kind of life, perhaps living in this world was also a kind of pain, it was better to die.
Near the Black Field was the Cthulhu King's headquarters, he went to take a look, there was no Cthulhu, all of them died when the totem power dissipated.
The entire Cthulhu King's headquarters was in ruins, the Cthulhu King's whereabouts were unknown. Some people said he left for the mysterious South Pole, some said he went underground, but even more people said that he might have died, died in some unknown corner, without the glory of the past, only the wounds all over his body after the totem power dissipated.
"Why does it feel like the sky without the totem is much purer?" Garon raised his head to take a sip of coffee, as if he was talking to Goth, but also as if he was talking to himself.
Almost all of Goth's deeds had been buried, and only a few old people still remembered this Grand Duke of the Dark Domain. So much so that even a stranger like Garon sat in front of Goth's grave, no one cared.
A few men and women who came to pay their respects in the evening glanced over, seeing Garon sitting in front of the grave, perhaps thinking that he was a drunk relative coming to pay his respects, they understood and quickly left.
Garen didn't take it to heart. After the initial disappointment, he had completely calmed down now.
"These days, I suddenly have a feeling," he said softly, "as if I've become a lonely person in this world. You're gone, Teacher's gone, Ai Fei and the others are all old, maybe soon, they'll leave completely. "
He paused.
"I suddenly have a feeling of not knowing what to do."
"Everything familiar to me is leaving me." He raised his head to look at the slowly setting sun. The bright red glow shone on his face, making him blush.
"A person's life is like this sun, rising and setting, no matter who it is, in the end, they can't escape the cycle of nature. I'm just a little bit later than you guys. "
Standing up, Garon placed the wine bottle in front of the grave.
"After leaving this time, maybe I really won't come back." He paused, "I'll miss you when I'm free." Then he turned and left.
He didn't look back, just like an old friend going home after drinking tea and chatting.
There was one last stop …
Garon's heart was filled with a loneliness he had never felt before, the loneliness that appeared in Kovitan was getting deeper and deeper. It was like circles of dark vines, tightly wrapped around him layer by layer, at first it was only faint, but later it became tighter and tighter, more and more breathless.
He couldn't help but recall the final moment of Hellgate.
Was that stubborn man the same as he was now? After experiencing the time when his family and friends left him again and again, the loneliness that seeped into his bones, the persistence that no one could understand, was perhaps the most fundamental motivation for his pure pursuit of his ideals.
Everything in the world would pass with time, as long as the eternal truth, the door to heaven that had never changed from beginning to end, stood there.
Garon desperately wanted to find the last person, the one who was most likely the same as him. Even if it was just a small consolation …
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