"Preparing for the 298th reboot." Lin Yan stood beside the White King with a laptop in hand, the large tangle of wires resembling dreadlocks, connecting to the special helmet on the White King's head.
After nine years, the two foundations had merged into one, setting aside their initial differences, because in the end, as long as they could create a stable world, whether it was to live in it or use it as a foundation to research ways to slay gods, both were feasible.
However, time flies like a white steed flitting past a crack; nine years have passed, and the people around Lin Yan have grown old. More than a dozen elderly researchers succumbed to time and died in this apocalypse. Professor Li Xianping and Mike have also reached their seventies, but only Lin Yan, under the influence of the White King's power, not only did not age but slowly returned to the appearance of a 27 or 28-year-old.
