If this goes on, centuries might feel like tens of thousands of years to him—effectively immortal and aging without aging, reaping massive benefits.
As for how Gary Smith dealt with the Alien Race, he couldn't be bothered to care; he was just an edge character who drank coffee.
"Chirp!"
The White Fox lay atop the Star Cluster Beast Tower, watching Gary Smith, and nodded its head.
It had grown considerably, not emaciated from hunger, which suggested the food outside must be decent.
Compared with the boiling Abyss City, the four Alien Geniuses were in complete despair.
The Plague Dove convulsed uncontrollably, while Azure had fainted entirely.
The locust managed to recover some strength, exerting every ounce to stand up, but instead of fleeing towards the Borderland, limped into the territory of Abyss City.
