My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 443 - 439: Atabia’s Quest to Find Relatives!
"Such cosmic power, enough to manipulate the universe, certainly qualifies to be a judge."
Atabia replied, "I was reckless."
He spoke these words with great calmness, neither provocative nor arrogant, nor fearful, but with a level gaze, neither humble nor overbearing.
Atabia felt somewhat helpless within.
The Fist of Nokron, by doing this, showcased the dominance of the judge without exposing his third Indestructible Level power.
It was extremely fair, making it difficult for him to exploit any loophole.
His intention was to break the deadlock with Professor Wales, once and for all.
After all, his opponent was watching from the side, entangled with him, like a peeping stalker, making him restless.
If he wanted to enhance his strength to resolve this battle, the best way was to enter the next new realm, so he chose to test the judge, this ancient mythical god.
Though he liked to take a skewed path, he wasn’t truly seeking death to provoke some Ancient God...
Back then, provoking the Light Ancient God was more because of the repeated mass extinctions by that Light Ancient God, surviving by the skin of his teeth, he could only fight desperately.
Before him was merely a trial for a seat of an Ancient God, it was considered a great opportunity rather than a drawback.
"Time to return to the competition," Nokron swung his hand.
Atabia calculated in his mind and did not leave, "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Speak," Nokron said.
Atabia was silent for a moment, taking a deep look at the legendary ancient man before him, "Why are we Atabians so powerful?"
"What do you mean?" Nokron tapped his fingers on the table.
Atabia seemed to know the other was hiding something, and without directly pointing it out, he said, "Our population is sparse, yet there are so many strong ones among us, myself, Herodotus, Minis... every Atabian, as they say today, has qualifications above 80."
"The god who created us and died in our world, whom we climbed and eroded the bones and flesh, should be a mysterious Ancient God exiled into the internal cosmos, stripped of authority and power..."
Professor Wales beside him suddenly had his pupils constrict.
This was going to be a grand drama!
The Atabia not only intended to confront the judge, attempting to steal learning of realms, but also came to inquire about his lineage.
To ask who his progenitor was!
A family drama...
Previously, Professor Wales only felt this person was calculatingly sinister, with astounding methods.
Now that Atabia couldn’t steal learning, and this judge was fair... he relaxed and perked up his ears, becoming engrossed, thinking this must contain a universe-shattering secret.
Indeed.
Back in the historical records, why was the giant Ancient God who created the Atabians forcibly confined in the most barren Small Thousand World?
That Ancient God was left only to sit in front of a desk, frequently visited by the Light Ancient God?
And it happened two or three times?
That existence, was clearly imprisoned by the Light Ancient God!!
To know that just now, the three of them being confined in this Crystal Wall World, they were within the cosmos, even the Divine Upper would be dismantled, their various Uncertain Level powers lost.
Yet that person, inside a single Small Thousand World, was not torn apart and disassembled by the cosmos??
Forcibly persisted for so long in that world, surviving for many days before dying, one can imagine how powerful they were!
Besides, the Emperor and Professor Wales exchanged a glance, becoming more frightfully thoughtful.
That Light Ancient God...
Was it truly to avenge that mysterious Ancient God imprisoned by itself?
Probably not.
Atabians, were the descendants of that mysterious Ancient God left in that small world, with too much potential... the Light Ancient God, in fact, found an excuse to destroy the Atabians.
To eradicate future troubles completely.
Even the imprisoned progenitor, and the descendants were to be eradicated from the roots!
This could perfectly explain it.
Why would a terrifying to the utmost Supreme Light Ancient God descend into a weak barren Small Thousand World, and personally destroy the primitively weak Atabians.
Because the remnants of the race, had potential so great even such Supreme Ancient Gods were moved.
Look at Atabia, knowing Herodotus is enough...
Two monsters, both likely have what it takes to reach the pinnacle of Supreme Ancient Gods.
"The more you look at ancient civilizations’ histories, the higher your realm, the more you see things emerge..." the Emperor murmured.
This Abyss and Elf world’s Small Thousand World history, though so short, unexpectedly more terrifying truths have surfaced?
These historical events, various details now in hindsight seem tremendously frightening.
Every detail is worth scrutinizing, deeply unearthing.
No wonder nowadays’ Demon Path of the All Heavens, having tasted the benefits, started exam-oriented education, various so-called "reading comprehension," analyzing what meanings and feelings are contained.
And Li Qing, seeing this scene, remained calm within his heart.
After all, Li Qing had long prepared to tackle Atabia’s questions, secretly thinking, "Sure enough, it’s come, this question can’t be bypassed."
It’s a historical leftover problem.
They’ve returned, surely they have questions about history.
Anyone with common sense would think there was a problem at that time, right?
That was the Atabians’ biological father, the previous Ning Guochang was confined in that room, how could they not now ask?
But there’s something to be glad about.
Their realm was so weak at the time, essentially just single-celled, unable to understand Ning Guochang’s realm, or comprehend Li Qing’s realm.
Just seeing two immensely towering mysterious Giants...
Even as a single cell, their memory was lacked, they were tremendously weak, unable to remember the talk across prison windows between Li Qing and Ning Guochang; words, languages, to them as newborn single cells, were still very blurred.
Otherwise, they would have been in real trouble.
But obviously, Li Qing underestimated Atabia’s memory.
Atabia chuckled, "I still remember, back when I opened the food of gods, the lettering on it now, is clearly Earth language."
Though he couldn’t possibly remember the gibberish conversation between Ning Guochang and Li Qing from across the room, the unnamable audio of the Evil God was too hard to grasp, but these pictographic symbols left an impression.
The time of unicellular memories was forgotten, but the memory during the Giant era was still decent, he recalled pulling open cans and bottled water as a Giant.
Atabia’s gaze was sharp, softly murmuring, yet uttering words completely out of sync with his style, awkwardly recalling a few Earth language words:
"Farmer... mineral water? 330ml... beef can..."
Li Qing: "..."
This person, what the hell.
This person’s memory was too good, turning into a Giant, opening a can, yet remembered what was written?
Beside him, Professor Wales was stunned.
His goosebumps rose over his body, this... wasn’t this certain unique product daily items from Earth’s era.
How could it be our Earth language, that Ancient God who created the Atabians... he immediately felt history was cloaked in a terrifying fog, more pondering was terrifying.
