"The following thirty years were the fastest progressing years in research and also the happiest thirty years of my life." Philarx leaned against the chair, staring out through the transparent crystal window as if lost in memories, "In those thirty years, I made myself a bit younger each year. The rest of the time I had gathered, I used for a multitude of experiments. With the time of those thirty years, I successfully completed two breakthroughs. Just as you saw, I can now have five selves appear in different locations simultaneously. However, it was then that I stopped my research for a while."
Pannis frowned, deliberately ignoring the source of the temporal resources Philarx consumed over those thirty years—avoiding the thought of how many lives were spent— and sighed softly, "Was it because the consumption was too great?"
