"The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable."
Julius Reed listened to the busy signal on the phone, a faint hint of worry visible on his brow.
The Empire Master's hatred towards him must run deep.
"Keep trying. Notify me as soon as there is news." He handed the phone back to Karen and began contemplating the matter of the Empire Master not being dead.
The immortal is definitely a heaven-defying existence.
Birth, aging, illness, and death are like the rising and setting of the sun.
Newborns are born, elderly people die.
The grass and trees are like this, all things are like this.
If the sun were always high, there would be no night.
If the moon always hung in the sky, wouldn't it mean endless darkness?
In the rules of nature, this is not allowed.
Julius Reed spent countless years exploring, yet he still doesn't know why he never ages, never dies.
As time gradually passed, he began to accept this fact.
Yet today!
