Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 273 Going Home
While Yumilia was half asleep, she was gently lifted up in someone's arms.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw Caesar lifting her from the fireplace.

"Oh, you're awake," Caesar said, gently putting her down again.

"Seeing you sleeping here, I thought I'd carry you back to your room."

"Oops, I fell asleep without even realizing it."

Yumilia rubbed her eyes and picked up the magazine that was covering her stomach.

Gradually, she began to remember something.

"Oh? Caesar, you're home."

“Ah, yes, I was supposed to be back yesterday, but something came up and I was delayed on the way,” Caesar said.

"It's alright, Caesar, it's good that you're back."

"Oh, by the way, I brought you some gifts, all local specialties. Try them."

Caesar picked up a gift box from the table and handed it to Yumilia.

After she opened it, she saw that it was a whole box of individual small bottles of honey fruit syrup.

“The honey from Baghwu is particularly famous. Ita specially chose a very popular shop. It tastes great when mixed with water, and it’s very good for the stomach in winter,” Caesar said.

“Well, thank you all. By the way, was the trip interesting?” Yumilia asked.

"It's not bad, it's nice to go out for a walk once in a while and relax," Caesar said.

He certainly didn't relax; on the contrary, after returning from this trip, he felt unprecedented pressure.

"This time I missed a day of study time, and I'll probably have to explain it to myself when I get back to school." He shrugged with a wry smile.

“Ita was tired and went back first. She originally wanted to come and chat with you, saying she would take you with her next time,” Caesar said.

"I...I don't need to. It's not appropriate for me to go when you young people are having fun together," Yumilia said.
“What’s wrong with a family trip? We can wait until Freya has some free time and then take her along. It’ll be a family reunion,” Caesar said.

Yumilia tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "It seems like this isn't bad, but Mom might not have that much time."

“Oh, right,” she remembered and said, “I ran into Professor Muirner at the cake shop yesterday. We went to a cake shop with a great atmosphere and talked about a lot of interesting things.”

“Don’t you see each other every day?” Caesar said.

“It’s different. Professors in the Institute of Ecology are very busy, and they usually only talk about work-related matters. It’s rare to have a pleasant and relaxed chat with her like this,” Yumilia said.

"So what did you talk about?" Caesar asked curiously.

“We talked about clothes, desserts, travel, and some jokes that the professor himself really likes,” Yumilia said with a wry smile. “Sometimes the professor’s sense of humor is really lame.”

"But you two seem to be having a good time chatting?" Caesar said.

“After all, the professor really enjoys chatting,” Yumilia said.

"However, she did ask me a very strange question," she said after thinking for a moment.

"Ok?"

She said, "If she does something bad in the future, will I hate her?"

Caesar's expression froze slightly.

"Sigh, sometimes the professor's words are really hard to understand. I wonder if she's joking," Yumilia sighed.

"Hehe. Yes, she's usually a person who likes to joke around," Caesar chuckled.

But he knew in his heart that at Muirner's level, sometimes when she said she wanted to do bad things, she might actually have the ability to do so.

“Oh, and she also said that after the harvest festival, she’s going to the Arctic for an expedition. Sigh, I heard it’ll be very tough,” Yumilia added.

"An Arctic expedition? After the harvest festival?" Caesar asked in surprise.

The Harvest Festival, which falls at the end of January each year, is the most celebrated festival of the year and is less than two months away.

“I haven’t heard her mention this before,” Caesar murmured.

“Well, it’s because he’s a great scholar that he often has to undertake research trips like this. But the thought of not seeing him for a long time makes me a little lonely. It’s really rare to see someone so knowledgeable and friendly,” Yumilia said.

“Yes, I do feel a little lonely sometimes,” Caesar said. “Let’s go and have a farewell ceremony for her another day,”

“Yes, that’s what I think too. We should give her a proper send-off.” Yumilia nodded.

But Caesar was thinking about something else at that moment.

Muir was going to the Arctic for an expedition, and this news was probably passed on to her by Yumilia.

Did something unexpected happen during this period of Arctic expedition?
I'll go find her and ask her for clarification later.

After chatting with Yumilia for a while, she went to take a shower and go to bed.

After washing up, Caesar returned to his bedroom and then entered the Realm of No Form.

Fantasy Customization and Fantasy Sea Scrolls also floated over at this moment.

"How's it going? Did you get everything?"

"We'll talk about that later. First, I have a question for you," Caesar said, pointing to a book and a pen.

"You asked me to grant you a portion of the status of the Formless Heavenly Realm before, was it to deliberately show me something, right?"

After connecting with the fantasy customization, he saw an image transmitted from it: a huge body made up of various biological skeletons, with no indistinguishable head or tail, and an indescribably bizarre shape, suspended in mid-air by a vine.

That was no ordinary thing. Caesar could at least sense that it shared a similar aura with the body he had seen before in the palace ruins, the one with the unique head and spine.

They are definitely hiding something from me.

The book remained silent for a moment, and then the words appeared on the cover of Huanhai Bookstore:
You don't need to do this.

“I’m only asking you whether it is true or not,” Caesar said.

"yes"

The Phantom Sea Scrolls had no choice but to admit that

We just thought that this might give you some inspiration.

We didn't intentionally try to hide it from you. As we've said before, there are some things it's better not to know.

"So what do you mean by giving me this so-called revelation now?" Caesar frowned.

We would like your help.

"help?"

In reality, our birth was not a mutation caused by the chaotic magic of the Great Destruction, but rather we were created.

"And the one who created us is the one you see, our Creator, the 'gray twilight,' the final destination of all that is polluted."

"Wait a minute, where did your creator come from?" Caesar asked.

"It's unclear, but what's certain is that it wasn't born because of the Great Destruction, but rather it was awakened because of the Great Destruction," Huanhai wrote.

Although we were created by it, its purpose in creating us was simply to eventually devour us. Therefore, I say that it is our final destination.

"Devour? Is it to gain power through you?" Caesar asked.

"We don't know the exact details, but it's highly likely that the so-called pollutants, from the day they were created, received this soul imprint. Through their own characteristics, they continuously accumulate magic power, which is eventually devoured by Him and transformed into His power. This command has become part of our souls, an instinct, much like the innate reproductive desire of living beings."

That's why I chose to depend on you.

"Because you believe I will reach godhood in the future?" Caesar asked.

"Yes"

Therefore, Caesar, whatever has happened before, our sole purpose now is the same as those you met yesterday: to elevate you to godhood, to make you the only possibility, and this is also for our own sake.

This is our survival instinct. Once anything gains intelligence, it will try every means to survive. You humans are the same, and so are we.

Caesar gazed at the empty temple for a long time, then sighed silently: "I will choose to believe you for now."

After all, with the end of the world approaching, he needs to unite all forces that can be united.

(End of this chapter)