Reborn with Infinite System Points, I Gathered All SSS Classes!

Chapter 354: Chapter354-Returning to the City

John naturally returned to his own palace.

The moment he arrived, a series of notifications rang beside his ears.

[Ding! You have comprehended the Space-Time Origin Scroll!]

[Notice: Your comprehension of the Space-Time Law has increased!]

[Current Progress: 3.0002%!]

[Ding! You have comprehended the Chaos Space-Time Wheel!]

[Notice: Your comprehension of the Space-Time Law has increased!]

[Current Progress: 4.0020%!]

[Notice: Comprehension is still in progress!]

...

"It seems my main body is still comprehending the laws."

"And the progress is quite impressive."

"In such a short time, my comprehension of the Space-Time Law has already exceeded four percent."

A faint smile appeared on John’s face as he listened to the notifications.

The reason his comprehension of the Space-Time Law could advance at such an astonishing speed was naturally because his main body was currently cultivating inside the Thirty-Threefold Origin Dimensional Realm.

Within that place, time flowed tens of millions of times faster than in the outside world.

A single day outside was equivalent to tens of millions of days within.

Naturally, although less than a day had passed for this clone in the outside world, his comprehension of the Space-Time Law had already advanced through several stages.

The other three female members of Valhalla were also cultivating inside the dimensional realm, comprehending their respective laws and strengthening themselves in preparation for the approaching Myriad Worlds Tournament.

...

Meanwhile, within the Demon King Council’s encampment in the Celestia Universe—

After leaving the Heroic Spirit Corridor, Morris wandered aimlessly through the city.

Having suffered repeated setbacks, he was in an extremely poor mood.

He could only walk around the encampment to ease the frustration in his heart.

Eventually, he noticed a familiar yet distant figure nearby.

That person had also come to participate in the Myriad Worlds Tournament.

"That person is..."

"Morn?"

Morris blinked and carefully confirmed that he had not mistaken him for someone else.

It truly was Morn.

The moment Morris recognized him, memories surfaced within his eyes.

Many years ago, a group of players had been seized by a strange, invisible force and forcibly transported to different locations across various space-time universes.

When those players finally regained their senses, they discovered that they had arrived several million years into the future.

From that day onward, they began referring to themselves as the Space-Time Players.

Morris and Morn of the Demon King Council had both been members of that group.

At the time, Morn had progressed at an extraordinary speed and already possessed Mythic-level combat strength.

Morris, meanwhile, had not even touched the threshold of godhood.

He remembered that period with perfect clarity.

Because of the enormous gap in strength between the players, those who had not reached the god level were relentlessly oppressed and targeted by the stronger Mythic-level players.

The powerful players did not regard their weaker compatriots as equals.

They treated them as tools upon which they could freely vent their anger.

They even forced them to act as bait, provoking bosses and exploring dungeons filled with lethal traps.

Even if the weaker players obtained opportunities within those dungeons, they were required to surrender everything to the Mythic-level players.

Even after growing to his current level, Morris remained unwilling to remember that dark period of his life.

Back then, he had been timid, cowardly, and painfully weak-willed.

In that hellish environment, he had nearly failed to survive.

Then he met Morn.

Morn was an anomaly.

Even among the Mythic-level players, he had been one of the most powerful.

Yet unlike the others, Morn never bullied the weak.

Instead, he personally rescued Morris from that hellish existence.

Afterward, he led Morris and the other ordinary players to seek protection under the Demon King Council.

Later, Morn advanced to the demigod grade and entered a deadly secret realm in pursuit of even greater power.

That single expedition lasted trillions of years.

During those countless years, Morris gradually distinguished himself.

His talent and strength attracted the attention of the Demon King Council.

Step by step, he rose through its ranks until he reached the peak of the demigod grade.

When Morn finally returned from the life-and-death secret realm, he discovered that the timid and cowardly ordinary player from the past had already grown strong enough to stand beside him.

Anyone else might have suffered a mental imbalance or become consumed by jealousy.

Morn, however, said nothing.

He simply left once again to challenge the most dangerous and terrifying forbidden dungeon controlled by the Demon King Council.

It was as though nothing in his life held any meaning beyond becoming stronger.

From beginning to end, Morn had never possessed any true companions or friends.

He did not even have any lasting enemies.

His strength advanced far too quickly for anyone to remain his opponent for long.

Among all the Space-Time Players within the Demon King Council, his talent and strength were practically godlike.

Morris, however, knew that Morn’s obsessive pursuit of power came from an extraordinarily powerful fixation and desire.

As for what that fixation was...

Without realizing it, Morris had already walked to Morn’s side.

Morn immediately sensed his presence.

Upon detecting that familiar aura, Morn’s movements abruptly stopped.

He turned around and saw Morris standing there.

Although Morris was now far stronger than he had been in the past, the encounter still felt strangely awkward.

He could only smile faintly.

"Sorry. I was lost in thought and disturbed you."

"I’ll be leaving."

With that, Morris turned to depart.

At that moment, Morn suddenly spoke.

"Morris, you have accomplished a great deal."

"But do not become too arrogant."

Morris froze.

The words immediately brought him back to the day Morn had returned from the life-and-death secret realm.

At the time, Morris had only just advanced to the demigod grade and had been overwhelmed with excitement.

Morn had stared at him expressionlessly and said,

"Treasure every opportunity you possess."

"And remember—do not become too arrogant."

Hearing those same familiar words once again left Morris briefly dazed.

It felt as though he had returned to that distant year.

After recovering, he answered in a deep voice,

"Of course I won’t become arrogant."

"I have never considered myself arrogant."

"You are the one I should be concerned about, Morn."

"I hope you can fulfill your obsession soon."

"It would be even better if you completed the mission assigned to you by the Sovereign along the way."

"Perhaps then, he will resurrect your mother."

The moment he finished speaking, Morris vanished from where he stood.

Morn stared silently at the place where his old acquaintance had disappeared.

For a moment, he fell into a trance.

He had almost forgotten the blurred features of his mother’s face.

That was right.

Morn had desperately transformed himself into something resembling a vengeful ghost for one reason alone—

To find someone capable of resurrection.

And now he had found such a person.

The Sovereign of the Demon King Council.

However, that Sovereign had assigned him a mission that was currently almost impossible to complete.

Only after accomplishing it would Morn be granted the chance to save his mother.

A very, very long time ago, when his mother had still been alive—

She had always made Morn feel warmth.