Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

"Ming, have you ever thought that if they really kill each other, even if they truly feel the difference later, they will choose to fight us to the death."

Ming shook his head slightly, his eyes always fixed on the huge mirror.

“No, when they return to their original bodies, they will obtain the energy left in the body of the Spacetime Demon God. That is a gift from the origin of the planet, the remnant of the energy of death.

I might have worried before, but after reading Fang Zhixin’s long history and seeing their experience, I no longer think so. For a sincere partner, a small flaw is not worth mentioning. ”

"Oh?"

An old voice revealed a strong curiosity: "What did you see?"

"A...person who may be willing to cooperate with us, a person worth looking forward to cooperating with, that's all." Ming replied.

Its civilization is indeed brilliant, like a night-shining pearl that never gets covered in dust. Unfortunately, its color is too dull for the God of Time and Space, but for humans, it should be an extremely tolerant and gentle color.

After going through hardships but not dying, he reversed everything and achieved a happy ending.

At this moment, Ming was grateful, grateful that they were strong and ruthless enough, and even grateful that they dared to go against the world and use parallel time and space and go back in time.

Only in this way can cooperation be possible and worthwhile.

"Compared to them, this one should be the most difficult to deal with."

In the lower left corner of the smooth mirror, there is a person, a person who has come back to life from the dead.

Mu Yuan rubbed his head and looked at his palms. His blurry vision made it difficult for him to see the lines on his palms. His hands, which were stacked like mountains and beating pulses, and flowing with hot blood, kept overlapping and intertwining.

He shook his head, and for a moment he could not distinguish the colors of the world in front of him. The gray decadence and colorful tranquility conflicted with each other, and he was salivating at the thought of death.

He suddenly pressed his twitching stomach and swallowed the sourness rising in his throat. His face twisted for a moment, and the feeling of hunger lingered.

It's like a wicked person who, seeing a plate of delicacies, wants to swallow the plate as well and enjoy the meal.

But no.

"Oh, what is this? What do you want to express? Sincerity, goodwill? Or do you want to say that you don't want to invade other planets?"

Mu Yuan pressed the bulging veins on his forehead, his half-covered eyes were filled with sarcasm, surprise, and disbelief, which finally transformed into a deep emotion called ridiculousness and pathos.

"I do not accept!"

Mu Yuan took a deep breath and raised his hand to gather a stream of energy, in which the stars were flowing. It was the most precious power in the world, the origin of the planet.

He clenched his five fingers suddenly, and the origin of the planet that billions of people were flocking to, disappeared like a white thread floating in the air.

Kihara stood up straight, his eyes sharp.

"I don't accept these things. I don't care about your so-called stance, nor do I want to know your so-called difficulties, and I don't want to consider the overall situation in a high-sounding way.

Cooperation? ...Haha, you got the wrong person."

Mu Yuan turned his back and walked away, ignoring the treasure that was within his reach.

He is no longer a general. He does not want to work for the corrupt Interstellar Alliance, and he does not want to admit the fact that... the Space-Time Demon God also has factions.

"What is this? Millions of lives were sacrificed to fill the gap, and in the end you tell me that there could have been a peaceful option. Then their sacrifice...wasn't it worthless?

It's not even a historical dust. How can I recognize this shitty thing? "

After a few steps, Mu Yuan stopped where he was, his slightly lowered head hiding his expression in the shadows, and the hoarse sound in his throat sounded like a whine, and also like a roar.

The anger that had nowhere to vent came down like a tidal wave, and even the surrounding dust was pressed down to the ground, unable to move at all.

In the silent world, Mu Yuan stood still, his lonely back seemed to be abandoned by the world. He didn't want to understand the current situation, didn't want to think about those complicated problems, didn't want to...

His teeth clenched together with a creaking sound. He was unwilling to accept that millions of soldiers had died in this war. But now he was told that not all space-time demons were invaders.

How can he recognize and admit this?

He wanted to leave, but his feet seemed to have taken root, as if something was pulling him and preventing him from escaping.

Mu Yuan saw himself in his own shadow, and the shadow only asked himself one question: Should they give up the possibility of peace, should they give up what they have always wanted?

In front of him were his sacrificed comrades, and behind him were thousands of soldiers longing to return home. He stood at the crossroads, unable to overcome his emotions, nor the responsibility on his shoulders.

I can only hesitate where I am.

"Hey...it's not a hard choice, Admiral Kihara, don't forget our dream..."

Unreal whispers came from the oncoming wind, as if an invisible hand was gently pushing Mu Yuan, causing him to stagger and his eyes to turn red.

"Ah, I know, I know... I remember..." Mu Yuan responded softly to Feng Yu, turned his head and walked in another direction.

A sigh that sounded like a compromise floated in the air.

"But please forgive my selfishness. Let me be a pure warrior this time, just like you..."

He will patiently cooperate for the sake of peace, but he will not be a leader. He will be a pure warrior and leave other decisions to others.

Ming, who saw this scene, lowered his gaze and asked a question after a while.

"Quan, are all humans so complicated? His murderous intent is genuine, and his hatred for the Spacetime Demon God is obvious to all, but... why would he choose to turn back?"

The old man named Quan spoke up: "You know everything, Ming. You knew clearly that he would turn back, and you also understood the difference between this human and others, so you gave him the chance to die."

Ming was puzzled: "But I don't understand, since he chose to cooperate, wouldn't it be great for him to take the gift to strengthen himself? Why doesn't he want it?"

A long sigh blew up a hurricane, and Quan explained: "This is human self-esteem and the will of living beings. Ming, you must learn to respect it and know the value of life, so that you can understand the fate of death."

"A demon god of space and time who does not understand the value of life will eventually become a beast wandering the starry sky, dominated by hunger and thirst, only able to plunder and invade. We cannot become like that.

Ming, you still have a long way to go."

Ming is a guide cultivated at great cost within the Space-Time Demon God Clan, and in the future he will be the one who will guide the Space-Time Demon God towards light.

He is very talented, even powerful, and has a clear understanding of everything and a reasonable layout, but it is precisely because of this that he is the most dangerous.

Possessing immense power, he has the ability to see through everything, knows the flickering of all things, can make extremely accurate judgments about situations, and can think rationally about the future.

It's perfect and terrifying.

That's why Quan is worried. This perfection is not worth celebrating. Once Ming takes the wrong path, it will be an inevitable disaster for the Space-Time Demon God and the world.