My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 430 - 416: However, I Refuse

"Your Majesty, we are now in a future thousands of years from the past, and our civilization has entered the Ancient God Era, ascending all the way into the Great Thousand Worlds."

Minis immediately responded, informing about the era.

Ji Cao watched this bizarre scene.

An ancient being, comparable to him in greatness and deeply calculating, was welcoming the return of a mortal. He could sense Minis’ heartfelt and intense reverence, an uncontainable admiration for this being.

"Ancient Gods, after opening my eyes, I find myself in such a distant future."

That voice carried a hint of coldness and regret, saying directly: "I thought the Ancient God Level was far beyond and incredible, but it seems there are mixed elements. If you can enter this era, perhaps I overestimated some things back then."

His voice grew even calmer,

"But I am still very pleased. The little rabbit shivering behind me and Herodotus back then has grown to this extent... So, what’s the situation now?"

Minis listened to Atabia’s inquiry and directly said, "Your Majesty, you have just been awakened from sleep, about to die of exhaustion, and your time is very limited. Only Ji Cao can perfectly revive you and restore you to completeness."

The withered ant-man felt his body and immediately sensed his consciousness slowly collapsing, frowning slightly without expression: "Tell me the brief overview."

"But..." Minis immediately said, if the Immortal Grass is not accepted soon, it will lead to immediate soul dispersion.

"First, tell me the brief overview."

Atabia’s voice carried an indisputable tone.

Minis could only quickly convey some brief information, dared not flood him with a lot of details, some history, and brief layout.

Because Atabia’s soul was now too weak, even weaker than any mortal, so fragile as if blown away by a breeze.

"I see..."

Atabia’s eyes showed a glimpse of brilliance, smiling slightly, "You did well this time; you’re consistent in your character. Secretly seizing the Immortal Grass while they are fiercely battling; no matter their trump cards... as long as I eat it, send me back to the world..."

This move was quite astonishing.

Minis, indeed, a master of dark strategies, successfully outmaneuvered everyone present.

Minis immediately said, "I believe if you can revive, seize and consume the final Chaos Spiritual Object that the Gods are competing over, return to the world and cultivate for a while, no one in this world can stop you."

"However, I refuse."

"Wait, what did you say??" Minis was shocked.

"I said I refuse."

The voice became more withered, like dissipating air: "What do you take me for?"

Upon hearing this, not only Minis but even Ji Cao, who was prepared to die, failed to react.

They couldn’t help but have a thought: "Is Atabia crazy?"

Does he not want to live?

Minis never imagined such a problem would arise in this environment, with Atabia refusing the Immortal Grass.

Minis asked, puzzled, "Why..."

"I don’t need you to do so much for me, nor do I need you to prepare to this extent." Atabia said: "You should have awakened me earlier, Minis. Have you underestimated me?"

"What??"

"I mean, you should have awakened me earlier, not so late."

Atabia glanced at Ji Cao beside him, "Alright, no need to say more. May I ask, Mr. Ji Cao, can I call you that? If I don’t consume you, but your True God Level kin, can they revive me as well?"

"Of course," Ji Cao nodded, "True Immortal Grass can certainly revive a mortal on the verge of dying, although it cannot perfectly restore potential. A soul’s potential is most precious; only the highest potential I can..."

"Then that’s enough." Atabia turned his gaze outward through Ji Cao’s body to the Chaos Corridor, an elder’s waning consciousness flashing with surprise, "Is that the Chaos beyond the Crystal Wall? It should be fine to casually pick an Immortal Grass?"

"Of course," Ji Cao nodded.

"But..." Minis wanted to say more but hesitated.

"No buts."

Atabia clearly had no intention of further entanglement with Minis, saying blandly, "Minis, I am about to die, just eating an Immortal Grass should suffice. As long as I survive, I can slowly revive myself, create various Spirit Medicine; have you forgotten who I am?"

Minis was stunned. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

He understood better than anyone Atabia’s terror.

The primitive ocean era, crossing several eras in just a few days created a Giant...

Having laid dormant for so long, running around the Great Thousand Worlds, scheming against Ji Cao, scheming against the outside chaos ancient gods, preparing numerous revival rituals so Ji Cao would willingly... Now all of it is pointless?

Originally, just a random Immortal Grass would be enough... Why wait so bitterly until now?

Had he been wrong from the start, not needing perfect resurrection, just barely alive, he could heal himself?

"No, absolutely not."

Minis immediately said, "Your Majesty, just any Immortal Grass can only repair part of your potential. You, as a whole, would be completely wasted, and with only partial abilities left, how could you have the capability to study your injuries and restore yourself to your full glory?"

"The risk is too great," Minis said involuntarily.

"If even this cannot be done, to adjust from the start, then life requires adjustments, truly a waste." Atabia’s composed voice brought Minis back to the original Tower of Babel era, that mad Emperor building a god-slaying tower...

Minis still couldn’t comprehend: "But, if you don’t consume it yourself, what use is keeping Ji Cao?"

Atabia is no stubborn or static person; he is ruthless and a Tyrant, having deceived the people to serve him back then.

He is undoubtedly arrogant and fanatic but wouldn’t refuse due to pride or hesitation to consume the Immortal Grass.

But soon, Minis would know the reason.

"What about Herodotus? He once came to see me, the Atabian cemetery, he’s there, right?"

"General Herodotus is already dead, Your Majesty."

"It’s just you think he’s dead; there’s always a way. He might need this Immortal Grass more than I do." Atabia said.

"But he is already dead!"

"Minis, don’t make me repeat, go pick a True Immortal Grass for me; even half of me can easily deal with someone like you."

Minis was taken aback.

Crazy!

Really, all are crazy!!

Your Majesty should be the most aware of the implications of this.