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Chapter 122: A New Hundred Thousand Madmen

In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the large bed in the bedroom of the mansion.

Carl woke up from his dream, his eyes full of ecstasy and disbelief.

He touched his face with trembling hands and looked at the time on the digital alarm clock.

December 1, 11 a.m.

An incomparable excitement surged into Carl's heart.

"Thank God! I was born again!"

Carl muttered to himself, with a tremor in his voice.

He actually went back five months from the end of the world.

“Cultivate the immortals, cultivate the immortals, cultivate the immortals!”

This time, Carl's goal was extremely firm.

He realized that when doomsday comes, everything is meaningless and the only way to succeed is to cultivate immortality.

Carl quickly sat up in bed and decided to take action immediately.

He would never waste time on worldly pleasures again.

Just as he was about to get up, the mistress beside him reached out her hand, gently pulled him, and said coquettishly:

"Honey, why don't you sleep? Stay with me a little longer."

She leaned lazily on the pillow, her eyes were blurry and her voice was soft.

Karl smiled coldly when he heard this, and then kicked his mistress off the bed without hesitation.

"Get lost! How dare you stop me from cultivating immortality, you bitch!"

There was no mercy in Carl's eyes.

The mistress was stunned by the sudden violence. She covered her painful stomach and looked at Karl with confusion. She didn't understand what she had done wrong.

The loving and affectionate couple last night now seemed like a strange madman.

Karl ignored her reaction at all, he quickly put on his clothes, tidied his coat, and hurried out.

Outside the door, driver Rico had been waiting for a long time.

He saw Karl coming out and asked habitually:

"Boss, are we still going to Bal Harbour Shopping Center today?"

Carl shook his head and said expressionlessly:
"No, to Bayfront Park."

The driver was stunned and a little confused.

He had never heard that Carl liked to take a walk in the park. After all, Carl was busy with various business activities on weekdays.

However, he didn't ask much, after all, Karl was the boss.

Rico quickly started the car.

The luxurious Bentley quietly drove away from Karl's mansion and headed towards a large park in the city center.

Inside the car, countless thoughts were surging in Karl’s mind.

There are still five months until the end.

This time, he will not make the same mistake again. He will cultivate immortality at all costs.

……

8:30 AM.

Sunlight shines through the clouds over Bayfront Park in Miami, Florida.

People walk and run on the green lawn, enjoying the warm sunshine.

However, in the corner of the park, a lame old man was leaning on a cane in one hand and waving a wooden sword in the other, with a strange and funny posture.

"Look at that lunatic! What is he doing?"

A little boy pointed at the old man and burst out laughing.

There was laughter all around, and some people even took out their phones to take pictures.

The old man didn't care about it at all and focused on his own practice, as if the ridicule around him didn't exist at all.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly:

"I have mastered the supreme sword technique!"

Then he swung the sword violently, and the wooden sword drew an arc, as if it was really chopping something.

Passersby laughed even louder, and some even shouted:

"Old man, be careful, don't chop yourself up!"

A foreign tourist shook his head with a look of disdain:

"Although Florence is abstract, this is too outrageous! He has no legs, but he still fantasizes about becoming an immortal?" Just as everyone was laughing, the sound of a rapid car engine suddenly came from the air.

People dodged and their eyes were focused on a luxurious Bentley sedan shining with metallic luster.

The car stopped steadily and the door opened.

A wealthy Jewish businessman in a suit and tie walked down. He was Karl.

Carl's eyes were as sharp as an eagle and he instantly caught the lame old man dancing with the sword.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and his face was full of joy.

This seemingly crazy old man will become the world's top swordsman at the end of the world five months later.

"Master! Please accept me as your disciple! Teach me the magic of cultivating immortals!"

Carl knelt on the ground without hesitation, his face full of pleading and expectation.

After experiencing two doomsdays, Carl had already lost his dignity and no longer cared about his own face.

In the end times, being alive is the most important thing.

The scene of Karl kneeling down shocked the people around him, and the scene suddenly became deathly silent.

People were stunned, their eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement.

There were constant whispers:
"Is this guy crazy? Kneeling down before a lunatic who wants to cultivate immortality? And even wanting to become his disciple?"

"Can an idiot drive a Bentley? With a dedicated driver?"

"Who is this person? Is he also mentally ill?"

The lame old man ignored the people around him and smiled slightly, seeming to have a little interest in Karl.

He slowly turned his head, his old and deep eyes fell on Karl, his voice was hoarse but majestic:

"Interesting, they don't believe in me, a person of the immortal way. Do you believe me?"

"I believe!"

Carl stood aside with a sincere look on his face.

"This body is just a fragment of my soul in the Heart Demon Tribulation. My real body is far away in the Immortal Realm. Do you believe it?"

The lame old man spoke slowly, as if expecting deeper recognition.

Carl responded without hesitation:
"I believe!"

The lame old man's voice gradually rose, as if he was telling a legend:
"I have experienced thousands of years, split the sky with one sword, and ruled the world for eternity. Do you believe me?"

"I believe!"

Carl answered again.

The lame old man was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself:

'This is not the right way to open it. Where do people in the Heart Demon Tribulation get such vision? Do you believe everything I say?'

So, the lame old man tried to change the subject and said in a teasing tone:

"Actually, I am your father. Your mother and I gave birth to you many years ago. Do you believe it?"

"I believe!!"

Karl did not hesitate, his expression was still serious, as if he was stating an extremely serious fact.

The lame old man: “…”

He was speechless, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This guy is so easy to fool!

I told you I am your father, and you believe me?

Hearing such a ridiculous conversation, there was laughter all around.

The lame old man began to waver in his heart:
"Do you really believe me?"

Carl nodded seriously:
"You are a legend in my heart. If you are willing to teach me how to cultivate, I am willing to go through fire and water, and risk my life for you!"

"Okay, I can teach you how to practice, but you must know that the path to becoming an immortal is extremely difficult."

The lame old man said solemnly.

Karl's face was filled with excitement, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he kept kneeling and kowtowing:
"Master, I, Karl, am willing to give everything to learn how to cultivate immortality!"

The lame old man smiled slightly and said nothing more.

There are more than one examples like Carl who seeks to become an immortal master, and they are everywhere in Florida.

Overnight, there were 100,000 more crazy people in Florida!

These people call themselves reborn people. They walk through the streets and alleys, telling the story of the doomsday in five months with great emotion.

(End of this chapter)