The burly man was controlled by Malin’s Spiritual Energy. The surrounding vendors were clueless, some whispering secretly, others stepping back. But the little kitten finally managed to poke its head out from behind the stall, looking around: "Where is this?"
Malin took a glance at the kid, noting his decent attire—a pure cotton short-sleeve T-shirt, light brown capris, and the shoes, exquisitely beautiful, were the strongest proof he came from the future. Probably a kid who didn’t know from which future he had come.
With that thought, Malin raised his hand and the burly man was pulled up by Spiritual Energy, then slapped against a wall. This wall was originally where vendors and buyers posted their needs, but was now commandeered by Malin: "Hey, kid, what’s your name."
"Me? You first tell me where this is, who you are."
"Me? I’m called Malin."
Malin answered casually—after all, even if his blood relatives couldn’t hear his name, at least the irrelevant people from the future should be able to hear the name Malin.
The kid’s eyes widened in confusion and suspicion.
"Malin." Malin continued to answer, wondering if there was something wrong with the kid’s ears.
"I saw your lips move, wait a second, don’t tell me..." The little leopard scratched his head.
Malin sighed, looking at the young boy before him, already understanding that this was the person he was waiting for. Malin turned his head to the man: "I made you sober up so you could understand the environment you’re in now. This child says he can’t see my appearance clearly, what about you?" Malin found this deep dive truly interesting.
The man on the wall had lost all of his previous arrogance, he must have recognized Malin’s identity: "You’re the pinnacle of the Gaiates and the Haus! Impossible! This should be four centuries ago! How could you possibly be alive at this time!"
Malin smiled and turned to the child: "In your eyes, what am I?"
"A pure white humanoid, with pitch-black holes representing eyes and mouth. Are you really the pinnacle of the Gaiate and Haus families?"
"Hmm... you could say that... Anyway, this isn’t a good place for chatting, come with me." After speaking, Malin extended his hand, branches that had broken off a nearby tree were converted by the Activating Vine into ropes, binding the burly man and following Malin.
Eventually, the little runt followed Malin.
Back at the inn, Malin questioned the child about his identity and accidentally heard about a completely new future.
The Southern Alliance Group and the Northern Holy Group had fought for seven years, ending with a Pyrrhic victory for the South. However, industries fell into decline and famine and civil unrest quickly swept through the entire Western Human World. Farole Kingdom’s royal family died out amidst the turmoil, the last Prince was killed in a political assassination, and Farole Kingdom ultimately became divided. The branch from Nova thus came to an end.
Then there was Sydney, where the royal family and the subjects eventually reconciled—the Mowish royal family abdicated, and after that, the population of this line became scarce. In this kid’s generation, there was said to be only a widow with a daughter remaining.
The line from Jessica Haus also disappeared in the war.
The Haus of Lillim did manage to continue. The Haus Corporation, even in this child’s era, was still unquestionably the leader in commerce in both the autonomous region of Carterburg and the southwestern area of the Western Human World, with a wide array of descendants.
Matilda’s line had been rocky, after five consecutive generations of passing to daughters (Jane was the fourth generation), Matilda’s line eventually intermarried with that of Lillim.
The pharmaceutical group from Rewo still stood, forming a huge corporation with Lillim’s line. It’s said that in this kid’s time, the corporation even possessed private militias... In other words, the Western Human World ultimately evolved into a strange model where colossal corporate groups dominated nations.
As the instigator, Malin felt some helplessness, then continued to listen to the child speak.
The descendants of Clovis were still around—Clovis Haus Alchemy Workshop, although a small shop, was the most time-honored Alchemy workshop in the entire Western Human World. In this child’s era, it was the only one still producing old-era Sequence advancement potions. Nobody knew where exactly the workshop operated, but new products emerged weekly.
Intuition told Malin that the progeny of Clovis must be hiding in that underground base beneath the sea of Greece.
"Then you must be a descendant of Maya and me, child." Malin looked at the boy before him, who seemed somewhat haggard, but in his eyes, Malin could see anger: "Why is he after you?"
The burly man, now suspended from the ceiling, was being whipped by the Activating Vine, stuck in a state neither dead nor fully alive.
"I... my father was killed by them." The child bit his lip as he spoke: "You said you’re my ancestor, I don’t know if this is a deep dive, but I just want to know if you can help me ignite my Transcendent abilities."
Malin extended his hand.
The child stayed silent but eventually put his small hand in Malin’s palm.
The next moment, the shared bloodline helped Malin ignite the child’s natural talent.
In his Spell Talent, only auxiliary and enhancement lit up; the other four elements showed no compatibility at all. Self-protection was not an issue, hmm, how should he help him?
"Child, how were things for you in your original environment?"