The reversal of time was still continuing, but the scene before him had become deeply thought-provoking.

The fleeing beings from just now had vanished.

In their place appeared a group of dignified, lavishly dressed beings.

They appeared atop Mount Lamu, staring at Lamu Palace with faces full of disdain.

"What is this garbage?"

One of the beings spat viciously toward the magnificent palace.

"This mountain is useless now. Does this broken palace even deserve to remain?"

"Everyone! Why don’t we tear this wretched palace down together?"

"We can use it to celebrate the fact that we’ll never be manipulated by anyone again!"

"This is a great era—an era without the Swordlord!"

The group of beings wantonly destroyed Lamu Palace, then pushed down Mount Lamu itself before finally leaving in satisfaction.

...

When Daniel saw this, his brows knitted tighter and tighter.

He stood outside time itself, watching everything with the eyes of a bystander. Because of that, he saw more clearly than anyone else.

One moment ago, those beings had been crying to the heavens in despair, filled with regret and remorse.

The next moment, they had put on an entirely different face—arrogant, disdainful, and fearless.

The two scenes overlapped, like a blunt knife carving into the heart again and again.

It was an irony so painful it pierced straight to the marrow.

He shook his head and continued watching.

The scene within the magic circle shifted once again.

A group of beings carried wine jars and fine food as they flooded onto Mount Lamu.

They were reveling, getting drunk, and celebrating at the top of their lungs.

"Hahaha—there’s finally no more Swordlord!"

"Exactly. No one will ever ride above our heads and order us around again."

"That’s right. We won’t have to live in fear every day either, worrying that we’ll be blown into ashes along with this world."

"Not just us. Our sons, our grandsons, and all our descendants after them won’t have to be afraid either."

"We should never have created any Swordlord in the first place. Why should our fate be held in someone else’s hands?"

"The era of the Swordlord is over!"

"Come, let us toast this great new era—the era of freedom! The era of peace!"

...

Daniel silently watched everything unfold.

He did not know whether these beings knew that beneath their feet lay a nameless grave.

He did not know whether these beings knew that many years later, they would kneel here in utter misery, weeping bitterly and drowning in regret, begging Progenitor Camille to crawl out of his grave and save them.

He did not know whether these beings knew that the Godkin would uproot their civilization entirely and trample every last one of them into the mud as slaves...

And from beginning to end, a traveler from another world was watching this absurd farce with cold eyes.

How ironic.

Daniel shook his head.

He could not feel even the slightest sympathy or pity for these people.

All of this was the result of their own choice.

The Endless Starfield had always been a jungle where the weak were prey to the strong.

The Luminari had personally snapped off their own fangs and ground down their own claws.

In that case, their ending had already been waiting for them.

Beasts with sharper claws and fangs would tear them to pieces.

They had lost their gamble!

They had gambled that all beasts were like them, willing to share this world peacefully and warmly.

That was not stupidity.

It was ignorance.

Ignorance toward survival.

Ignorance toward life.

Ignorance toward the starry sky!

...

"One must have reverence in their heart, but also keep their fists clenched."

Daniel clenched his hand tightly.

The fate of the Luminari struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

He was glad that in his previous lives, he had walked the darkest and bloodiest paths.

That road had taught him only one thing.

Survival mattered more than anything else!

He might be the de facto "Swordlord of humanity," but he would never allow anyone to take this sword from his hand.

Whoever dared to reach for it would die.

No matter who they were.

Even if they were human too, it still would not be allowed.

A cold gleam flashed in Daniel’s eyes like the edge of a blade.

"Perhaps I am not the best leader."

"But I will become the strongest leader."

"If I want to steer the future of humanity, then all I need is to be strong enough!"

...

He continued observing the time reversal before him.

Time turned and shifted, and the celebrating crowd receded like a tide.

Between heaven and earth, only one old man remained!

Daniel’s pupils shrank slightly.

That was the Swordlord!

He recognized the old man.

He also recognized the sword.

At this moment, Daniel was still standing outside the circle.

If he wanted to truly come into contact with the Swordlord, he had to step into the magic circle and walk into that reversed fragment of time.

Daniel paused the spacetime within the magic circle, then calmly stepped inside.

...

Inside the Chrono Reversal Circle.

Camille was sitting at the end of his years, waiting for death to arrive.

Just then, a figure appeared out of thin air before him.

Daniel studied the old man who was about to fade away and said,

"I am Faustus. How should I address you?"

"Camille."

A hint of confusion flashed through Camille’s eyes.

He sized Daniel up.

Legendary-grade?

But the aura around this man was absurdly powerful.

He could not see through this young man’s purpose.

Daniel glanced at the sword and said calmly,

"I come from many years in the future."

Camille’s eyes suddenly lit up.

This person had actually come from the future!

For some reason, he did not doubt it.

He simply felt that a powerhouse with such bearing would not bother lying.

But very soon, that light in his eyes dimmed again.

He was too intelligent.

So intelligent that he saw through the truth at a glance!

Divine Wind Realm was probably already finished.

Otherwise, this man would not have crossed time to find him.

Or more accurately, the other party had probably come for this sword!

"The Luminari..."

Camille opened his mouth, but stopped himself.

Even though he already had the answer in his heart, he still could not help asking.

Daniel nodded, his tone incomparably calm.

"The Godkin invaded in force. The civilization of this world has already been erased. Every Luminari powerhouse above legendary-grade is dead."

"The rest were enslaved by the Godkin for countless years. By now, I’m afraid there may not even be anyone left who remembers the name Luminari."

The Luminari had fallen!

Even though Camille had already prepared himself for it, his heart still felt as though someone had carved out a piece of it with a knife.

It was like knowing that a loved one would eventually pass away one day.

But when that day truly came, the pain still made it impossible to breathe.

However, Camille was no ordinary person.

He pressed the grief deep into his heart. Following this line of thought, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Daniel.

"So, you wish to oppose the Godkin of this world, and therefore you want this sword?"

Daniel could not help looking at Camille with greater respect.

The old man before him had a truly penetrating mind. He understood everything with the slightest hint. As expected of the leader of an entire race.

Daniel did not bother hiding anything either.

Before someone this intelligent, concealment would only seem laughable.

"That’s right."

Daniel’s gaze fell on the sword.

"I used the Chrono Reversal Circle to come here precisely so I could obtain it."

Camille pondered for a moment.

"Why must I give it to you?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Daniel’s mouth as he asked in return,

"And why would you refuse?"

There was no reason.

The Luminari were already gone.

Moreover, the other party wanted this sword in order to fight the Godkin.

In that case, what reason did Camille have to refuse?

He no longer had any roots.

Camille gave a bitter smile.

"Forget it. If you want it, then take it."

Daniel’s heart stirred slightly.

He could not help asking,

"Do you... have any unfulfilled wishes?"

He did not want to owe this karma for nothing.

If Camille had any lingering wish, he would help if he could.

Taking something for free might feel wonderful, but it would leave his heart uneasy.

"Sigh..."

Camille looked at Daniel and let out a long sigh.

His voice was filled with unwillingness...