Raul called for No.1. Yes, he had given the Nightwatchers numbers, not names. He was never good with names, and numbers were more practical, more fitting for tools of research and war. No.1 was the leader of the Nightwatchers for now, and his presence was always steady.
When No.1 entered, Raul did not waste time.
"Nightwatcher No.1, tell me the status of the retreat."
No.1 reported in his usual precise tone. The preparations for departure were already in progress. Equipment had been dismantled, the key instruments packed, and the secured specimens placed in containment. Research material, especially the contaminated variants of X-002, were sealed and stored. According to No.1, the route back to the main world had been calculated, with risk minimized as much as possible. Estimated time for completion: one week.
Raul listened carefully. His expression did not change, but inwardly he was satisfied. This was the answer he had expected, and it confirmed his own judgment. He knew the time of departure was near.
For Raul, this was not defeat, nor escape. This was simply the next step. The world had given him knowledge, given him failures and successes, and given him the confirmation that sacrifices would always be necessary. Now it was time to consolidate everything and return.
Raul dismissed No.1 with a nod. Soon, they would leave this realm behind.
Rahul was pleased. After two days, the Nightwatchers had already prepared everything and sealed all the required items for transport to the main world. Everyone was ready, and the departure had begun.
Before leaving, Rahul turned to Number One.
"Number One, what do you think will be the most beneficial thing we have gained from this venture?"
Number One replied in his steady, emotionless way, "My Lord, whatever you think is good, is good. I cannot comment."
Rahul felt a sting of disappointment. Yet inwardly, he reflected: Humans truly are remarkable creatures. And I, too, am human. But I will not remain bound by weakness. I want to create something beyond humanity. I want to shape myself into the perfect being—immortal, invincible, omnipotent. That is the path I seek.
But even as those thoughts burned in his mind, he knew such a goal was still far away. For now, he had to focus on what had been gained and carry that knowledge back.
The journey was carefully planned. Even so, they encountered difficulties—shifts in space, turbulence, minor losses of supplies—but nothing fatal. Step by step, they pressed on, and soon, Rahul and his Nightwatchers reached the threshold of the main world's Space Gate.
When Rahul reached the nearest Space Gate and saw it again, a wave of satisfaction passed through him. Yet, cautious as always, he instructed one of the Nightwatchers to go outside and scout, to ensure the main world was safe.
They set up a temporary station for the night in a nearby cave. None of them wanted to take unnecessary risks with their Lord present. Rahul stayed within the safety of the cave, his eyes already scanning possible threats even in his brief rest.
By the next day, the Nightwatcher returned. "Within a hundred kilometers, My Lord, there are no other creatures. It is safe to proceed," he reported.
Satisfied, Rahul gave the command, and they moved forward. By the following morning, they had passed through the Space Gate and entered the main world. But they did not stop to rest. The journey to the human lands was long, treacherous, and unpredictable. Every step demanded vigilance, and they remained alert, prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead.
The journey had passed slowly, yet without difficulty. Days, weeks, perhaps months—no one kept count anymore. Time was meaningless when the focus was survival and vigilance. After two or three months, they finally reached the Humanity Kingdom. Rahul's heart felt a quiet relief as the familiar land came into view, but he didn't let himself relax. There was work to do, and caution could not be abandoned.
The moment they arrived, Rahul went straight to his laboratory. Every step he took was deliberate, precise. The samples he had brought from the other world were not mere curiosities—they were weapons, experiments, the culmination of years of research. He could not afford even the smallest mistake.
He began the process of securing them, one by one. Each specimen was cataloged, examined, and placed into containment units reinforced with multiple layers of biological and magical safeguards. He tested each lock, double-checked each system. Alarms, sensors, and containment protocols were activated and rechecked. No error could be allowed.
Rahul moved through the lab with practiced precision. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and ozone. The faint hum of the containment systems filled the silence. He knew that if even a single one of these specimens were to escape, the consequences would be catastrophic. Humanity in this world was weak—too weak to withstand what these creatures could do.
As he worked, his mind drifted briefly. He imagined the chaos, the destruction that would follow if a containment breach occurred. A shiver ran through him, but he did not hesitate. He had brought these specimens back for study, for preparation, for the future. Every precaution, every layer of security was a promise to himself that humanity would survive.
Finally, when all the samples were safely secured, Rahul stepped back and surveyed the lab. It was silent, still, controlled. The danger was contained—for now. A faint smile touched his lips, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. He had done his duty. But he knew this was only the beginning. The specimens were dangerous, yes—but they were also knowledge, power, and a step closer to the future he was building. And Rahul would ensure that nothing—not time, not weakness, not chance—would undo what he had created.
After keeping all the specimens in the same contained environment, he was ready to have some rest because the last year or so, more in which he stayed in the other world, he really had very little rest, and a lot of studies, a lot of experiments, and a lot of thrill and a lot of things he had done. And right now, he decided to give himself a week of rest. As a lord, he should not work so hard, and he needed some rest. After that, he needed to start research and look after his domain—what had happened during this time, when he went outside, and other situations.
Rahul amused " I'm a really hardworking lord. I think if there is a democracy in this world i have chances to win . If not , i will give my specimens right to vote then I will definitely win "