One-Eyed Monster

Igor’s experiences in the Border Realm could be considered quite colorful; Sol’s words naturally resonated with him. When one lacks a sense of time, one often feels lost, not knowing what to do or how to do it. It’s as if the mind is a blank slate without awareness of time.

Without a sense of time, there are too many unknowns. You can’t feel growth or decline, and while you may be moving forward, you can’t gauge progress, only sensing an endless, directionless scattering. Even if you have goals and beliefs, you can’t fully implement them because you can’t distinguish the past from the present nor foresee whether you’ve aged or the world has changed faster.

The chaotic time could cause a person to collapse. At that time, the Resistors were nominally rebels because they truly couldn’t accomplish anything then.

Only when they grasped time could they truly control their actions; otherwise, everything was in vain. Often, they would forget whether they had done something now or before...

Igor understood what Sol meant; mastering the Time Standard was when Resistors truly became Resistors. The Time Standard allowed Resistors to control their actions, avoiding many detours.

”It’s all thanks to you, Sol!” Igor remarked sincerely, genuinely admiring the Sol brothers.

”I was just lucky; this is the result of all Resistors’ joint efforts.” Tobin Sol replied modestly.

”I find myself really missing them now; whether it’s the Mos Brothers, Shana, or Nonoa, I miss them all.” Igor reflected deeply, having gone through a different kind of life-and-death experience with those Resistors, their emotions were quite evident.

”We are not Soul Devourer Masters; we have emotions, and missing them is only human.” Sol looked into the distance, remarking involuntarily. To him, all of this was worthwhile; meeting the Resistors and Igor was a crucial moment in his life. He would perhaps go through more, but he would never forget this Border Realm experience.

”Do you think we can see them again?” Igor asked, casually, thinking it was an unlikely prospect.

”Hm?” Sol’s reaction was peculiar, as if Igor had reminded him of something.

”What, do you have a way to see them again?” Igor seemed to sense something, and his heart couldn’t help but start to feel excited.

”The Resistors are like us!” Sol suddenly realized, comprehending that they weren’t the only ones aware of the specifics of the Border Realm! Many Resistors were also aware.

Although some Resistors’ physical forms no longer existed, their consciousnesses at rest, not all Resistors were without bodies!

The Resistors who persisted must be somewhere in this world, perhaps even now reflecting on their diverse experiences.

”Igor, I think we should go and find them now!” Sol was slightly agitated, speaking without much concern for logic.

”What are you talking about?” Igor exclaimed, not understanding what kind of madness Sol was spouting. In Igor’s heart, although he was eager to see those Resistors again, rationality still told him the likelihood was slim. He believed most Resistors were already without physical forms; if they were to reunite, it could only be in Spirit Form...

Igor hadn’t had much contact with those Resistors, thinking most were predecessors, which made him believe if a reunion were to happen, it would surely be in Spirit Form...

”Not all Resistors are without physical forms; some still have them!”

”Hm?” Igor was even more shocked by Sol’s response, not understanding what was going on. Weren’t those people supposed to be predecessors?

”Some among them were merely people who strayed into the Wilderness; their bodies should still be there!”

”Strayed into the Wilderness? They haven’t eaten in days; their bodies must have starved long ago!” Igor said, puzzled by Sol’s claim as if Sol thought everyone had someone like Dean Hoffman to care for them. They didn’t. Many bodies were long gone...

While it sounded quite unbelievable, it was indeed the case!

”No, some were meticulously cared for; just because we have Dean Hoffman doesn’t mean they don’t.” Tobin Sol’s words weren’t without reason, though the possibility seemed small, it couldn’t be entirely ruled out.

”This...” Igor scratched his head, a bit speechless.

”You know, the odds of Resistors winning in the Border Realm were never high. We were only sticking to what we thought was right. Now that there’s a chance to find them once more, I won’t give up, Igor!” Sol continued, growing more excited, seemingly resolved to go through with this.

Stan Sol looked at his brother, knowing him well. Since childhood, once his brother decided something, he didn’t give up. So, he quietly told Igor, ”Igor, my brother wouldn’t do something meaningless. Since he believes there’s hope in finding your former comrades, I think I need to stand with him, hoping you can help too.”

”How could I possibly stand by and watch?” Igor scratched his head. He didn’t oppose the Sol brothers’ decision, just felt the odds were too slim. He initially didn’t want to take this risk, but seeing how insistent the Sol brothers were, he felt he had no reason to refuse.

He truly wanted to see those Resistors, those old friends...

”Alright, let’s gather them back!” Sol became increasingly excited.

”But how do you plan to gather them? Can you send a message through your Lightning?” Igor was curious, eager to know how Sol was planning to accomplish this.

”We just need to release messages to the outside, using language only the Resistors understand. Our companions would naturally find us once they hear it!”

”How do you plan to release the message? That’s my concern!” Igor pursued.

”Through those Spiders! Only Spiders can spread messages with the fastest speed.” Sol replied, thinking Igor was still too naive, not understanding the world’s operational ways!