Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 396 Five Hundred Years!
Sidis opened his eyes abruptly, his heart pounding violently at the sudden turn of events.

She suppressed the surge of joy and a hint of barely perceptible doubt that welled up within her, trying to maintain the dignity and sense of control that belonged to Nathan Guard on her face.

"Senior, it seems you have finally given up on that meaningless path."

Sidis tried to keep his voice steady, but there was still a slight, barely suppressed tremor at the end of his voice.

"The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is far from over, yet you have returned to the starting point. Does this mean... you admit that you cannot leave 'Heaven'?"

She stared intently at Zhao Zhen, trying to catch a trace of fatigue, anxiety, or failure on his face.

This is the expression that all those trapped in "heaven" will eventually show.

However, what met her eyes was still that unfathomable calm.

Zhao Zhen's eyes remained clear, even more insightful than when he first entered "Heaven," as if what he had just finished was not twenty years of lonely journey, but a moment of contemplation.

Zhao Zhen did not directly answer her question about "giving up." His gaze passed over Sidis and landed on the huge, solemn gate behind her, which symbolized the exit to "heaven."

That door is the core of the mental prison that Sidis built; it is the embodiment of her power and the source of her confidence.

"There's no such thing as giving up or not giving up, I'm just conducting an experiment..."

"experiment?"

Sidis paused slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Is this path to heaven truly without end?"

"The results of this experiment are obvious."

"Twenty years..."

Zhao Zhen spoke slowly, his voice exceptionally clear in the absolutely silent space, like a spring dripping onto jade.

"The path you've built is indeed long."

Sidis's heart skipped a beat! How did he know that twenty years had passed?!

There is no reference point for the passage of time in "heaven", and those trapped can only rely on their own perception, which is most easily distorted in extreme loneliness!

How could he possibly judge the time so accurately?!
"you……"

Sidis opened his mouth, wanting to question, but was completely interrupted by Zhao Zhen's next words.

"Actually, I've known for a long time that there is no real exit from this 'heaven'."

Whether you go forward or backward, it doesn't really matter at all.

"What?!!"

Sidis's pupils suddenly contracted.

How can it be? ! !

How could he be so knowledgeable about the true nature of his "heavenly kingdom"?!

"Senior, you have excellent skills. Among all those who have entered my 'Heavenly Kingdom,' you are the first person to see through the true nature of my 'Heavenly Kingdom' on your own."

But so what? Even if you can see through the true nature of 'heaven,' you still cannot get out.

"Yes, how can I possibly leave if you don't let me go?"

Zhao Zhen chuckled, showing no anger, and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground under Sidis's surprised gaze.

"Heaven... Heh, what a boastful tone."

Perhaps this world can indeed rival the legendary heaven, but even if it is a man-made heaven, how can ordinary mortals like you and me control it? After saying this, without waiting for Sidis's reply, Zhao Zhen slowly closed his eyes.

For Zhao Zhen, who had not yet severed his three corpses, tranquility was perhaps indeed his most troublesome problem.

But now that he has severed the three corpses and completely eliminated greed, ignorance, and anger from his body, how could he let simple loneliness disturb the peace in his heart?

Within the Kingdom of Heaven.

Time here loses its inherent meaning once again, leaving only a road extending into endless nothingness, and the silent portal at the road's starting point.

One year... two years... ten years... one hundred years...

Sidis sat cross-legged in front of the door. The pride and sense of control he once had as the "creator" had long been worn away over countless years, leaving only a deep-seated weariness and a numbness that bordered on despair.

She measured this prison-like time in her own way, each breath feeling like swallowing grains of sand.

At first, she was able to force herself to remain calm and calculate the time with composure.

However, the figure dressed in coarse cloth maintained a constant presence that sent shivers down her spine from beginning to end.

He simply sat there cross-legged, without any agitation, confusion, or emotional fluctuation. Even his breathing seemed to blend into the absolute silence, becoming almost imperceptible.

He is like a stubborn rock sunk to the deepest part of the sea, or a lone star suspended in the endless starry sky, unmoved by external things and undisturbed by time.

Sidis had tried countless times to observe Zhao Zhen's expression, hoping to catch even the slightest sign of collapse, or even just a ripple.

But each "peeping" made her feel like an ant looking up at a towering ancient tree.

Beneath that calm exterior lies an unfathomable ocean, an all-encompassing starry sky.

The torment, which belonged to Sidis, became Zhao Zhen's spiritual practice.

“How much time has passed? It must be almost five hundred years... It seems that since the three hundred and twenty-one years, I have been unable to accurately calculate the time anymore…”

Sidis's mental world began to collapse.

Her proud "heaven," the ultimate prison that had once brought countless powerful enemies to their knees, had now become a purgatory imprisoning her own soul.

She began to hallucinate, as if she could hear the sobbing of the waves on Nathan Island, the hungry groans of the island's inhabitants, and the king's disappointed sighs.

She saw the sacred tree withering, saw Hammer roaring in despair, saw the mocking faces of Behemoth and the Emerald Society representatives…

These illusions grew clearer and more real, like countless venomous snakes gnawing at her sanity.

"No...this can't go on..."

Sidis clutched his head, groaning in pain, his voice dry and hoarse, like rusty iron scraping against each other.

Her mind was on the verge of collapse. Maintaining the vast and intricate mental prison of "Heaven" was an unimaginable burden for her at this moment, and each attempt to maintain it felt like draining her life force.

She looked at the figure ahead, her eyes filled with incomprehensible fear and a hint of... almost worshipful awe.

Five hundred years! A full five hundred years!
She couldn't imagine what kind of mindset could remain steadfast for five hundred years in such absolute nothingness.

This has long transcended the realm of power, and even the realm of humanity!

"I lost……"

This thought was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, instantly shattering her last line of defense.

If she persisted, she had no doubt that she would be the one to break down and go crazy first!
"I give up... I give up... Let me out... Let me out!!!"

(End of this chapter)