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Even if the Moon had only been frozen still for a single second, one could imagine how terrifying Ray's power was to even achieve that.Ray burst forward at a terrifying speed, hurtling straight toward the alien mothership.This wasn't Mach 10, or even Mach 20 — this was pushing close to Mach 500!And yet, fast as he was, and small as a single target should have been, the mothership still picked him up the instant he closed in. Row after row of gun barrels swiveled to lock onto him, and a dozen-odd beams of death-light lanced out at him at once.Ray caught the beams with his spatial domain, studying them as they came, then simply let them hit him without so much as flinching aside.Light bloomed and scattered wildly, like a dazzling firework going off in the vacuum of space.And yet, when the light finally faded, Ray stood there completely unharmed.The alien invaders panicked at once — but the ship's central AI reacted faster still. Its main cannon swung around, locking onto Ra

Ray's mind started spinning.'Damn. Now that's a serious gap. Wait, though — shouldn't we be living in a three-dimensional world? Oh, right, factor in the time dimension too, and that makes it four.'In a purely three-dimensional world, time would be frozen — nothing but a dead, silent void. For life to exist at all, you needed at least a four-dimensional space."Is Transcendent Energy the reason you came here?" Ray asked."Correct. Transcendent Energy can serve as a power source for weapons and starships alike, and it can also be used to strengthen the body and induce evolution," the Cortex said. "We have been searching the universe for Transcendent Energy for a very long time. Whenever dimensions collide, Transcendent Energy can manifest within four-dimensional space, though the location and timing are never predictable."We have Transcendent Energy detectors placed at every known node across the universe. The instant one detects a trace, it sends a signal back to the mothership

Ray couldn't even confirm whether this time-based ability actually existed at all.All he had to go on was two separate instances of time regression, plus the sheer processing speed of his spatial perception picking up on details — from which he could only infer, secondhand, that he must possess some kind of time-based power. But actually using it on command was completely beyond him.Damn it all, did this power even belong to him or not? If it did, why couldn't he just use it?…Day after day, year after year, three hundred years slipped by without anyone quite noticing.Once humanity had evolved, lifespans shot up dramatically — living two or three hundred years became almost routine. With high birth rates and low death rates, the population naturally exploded, though even after three hundred years, it still hadn't clawed its way back to its old peak.It would need at least another three hundred years to go, by that measure.But the oldest generation had already started dying

Ray had apparently robbed some wealthy household, because he currently looked the part—a self-made merchant, more or less.Ray sat in a tavern, listening to the other patrons argue about the fighting between the Amberbands and the imperial army, until someone finally mentioned the year.The fifth year of the Peaceful Reign.What the hell year was that on a real calendar?Ray quietly pulled out a book.His otherworldly storage space held every book imaginable, on top of a million years' worth of his own collection—more strange and obscure knowledge than anyone could picture.The fifth year of the Peaceful Reign turned out to be the year 188. Reading further, he found that a year from now, the reigning king would die, and at the same time Marcus Kessler would march into the capital and throw the Sovereign City into chaos, turning the entire palace into his personal harem. That was what finally drove the Coalition of Eighteen Lords to march against him, and in the end it was Edmun

Ray didn't interfere with history, so history kept rolling forward under its own momentum, exactly as it was supposed to.The coalition's offensive stalled out before it could achieve any of its goals, and with eighteen different lords all pulling in different directions, the cracks started showing fast. Loyalties frayed.On top of that, the Aldric Dynasty's decline was now undeniable—anyone with half a brain could see it plainly.So why not follow the old precedent from the age of warring city-states: build up a private army and carve out a kingdom of one's own?Internal strife broke out, and the coalition fell apart. Everyone went their separate ways, shut their gates, and settled in to play petty king of their own little fiefdoms.Ray got word of the "victory," and tossed the report aside without a second thought.The new Kessler might have been just as depraved as the old one, but he also had unbeatable fighters like Garrick Thorne on the military side and sharp minds like Si