At this moment, Alex returned to his normal state… well, not entirely normal, as his eyes held an ancient sense, far from those of a typical university student.
The medical staff who saw him was a bit startled. Although Alex's appearance was ordinary, his eyes were peculiar, making him seem like a completely different person.
Holding his head, Alex thought:
"My head really hurts. I never expected to digest over eleven thousand years' worth of memories in just a few hours. And to think I wet myself… A saint acting like an infant is quite the joke. But I'm not a sage right now, just someone who recently awakened.
The state I was in earlier must be the side effect Anti-god mentioned, where the brain struggles to process all these memories. Luckily, I wasn't driving or walking on the street. With the mind I had earlier, I might have died."
Seeing the woman in front of him startled, he smiled and said:
"I'm sorry for the trouble. How much do I owe you? I should compensate for the mess I made and the meal box too."
Seeing him finally return to normal, she let out a sigh of relief. She said:
"Are you back to normal? If so, then hurry up and leave so I can go home."
Alex stood up, not feeling too uncomfortable in his wet pants. Anyway, the suffering he endured over more than eleven thousand years is much worse than this.
Now, he could be reluctantly called a reincarnated person because what the Anti-god put into his head wasn't just a story.
His journey of over eleven thousand years was experienced directly, every second, every minute, not as an observer.
Simply put, during the process of receiving the information, he didn't go through a phase of unconsciousness but instead, his journey began the moment he awakened his martial soul.
That journey lasted eleven thousand years until the moment he returned, realizing that these were his future memories.
So, if you don't consider the biological aspect, you could say Alex is now over eleven thousand years old.
"Thank you for your help. I'll be leaving now. Oh, and I'll take the wet mattress with me. I'll send money for the school to buy a new one."
Without waiting for her response, he grabbed the mattress along with his backpack and left. His backpack was brought over by the instructor when they brought him here.
After a while, he reached the trash bin, threw the mattress away, and started heading home, thinking:
"Both my parents and my little sister are just dead not too long. If these memories had awakened a bit earlier, I might have been able to change that. But anyway, this is what naturally would have happened. What I need to focus on now is not worrying about it, but figuring out how to save humanity. And I must give my sister a proper burial."
Then he ran home at full speed. He initially planned to take the bus, but the streets were too chaotic, leaving him with no choice but to run since there were no rental bikes nearby.
After about ten minutes of running, he stopped, panting heavily.
"Pant, pant, this body is too weak. I've barely run a short distance and I'm already exhausted. Just a moment ago, I was a saint, but now I'm so weak. I really haven't had time to adapt."
After walking for a bit and feeling strong enough to continue, he started running again. About half an hour later, he reached home, his legs aching terribly, and even standing made his body tremble.
Looking at the house, now largely in ruins, the sight was identical to what he had experienced in his journey.
At this moment, he neither cried nor laughed but simply accepted the reality. During his journey to becoming a saint, many people he wanted to protect, and his comrades had sacrificed a lot.
He had long become accustomed to the sight of separation and death. He had been sad once and cried once because of this.
But once was enough. A saint is not supposed to be that weak. Now, he needed to quickly bury his little sister.
Now, although the house still had a door, it was unusable. He still remembered the place where his little sister had died, so he went directly there.
The scene was no different from before. His sister's body was pierced by a large piece of metal and crushed by bricks.
He slowly approached his sister, stepping into her blood, but he didn't react. At this moment, his legs almost didn't obey his commands anymore. He used all his remaining strength to lift the bricks.
After the bricks were lifted, his sister's severely injured body was slowly revealed. The poor girl had her eyes tightly closed in fear at the moment of her death.
Alex looked at her and sighed. He then found a shovel and started digging in the backyard. After a while, he had dug a hole large enough to lay her to rest.
He then carefully removed the metal shard from her body and began to bury her. As he looked at her necklace, memories suddenly flooded back.
.....
Three years ago, in a park. He held a gift box and handed it to his sister.
"Happy birthday! For the past few years, I've just been giving you money for your birthday. This is the first time I've bought you a gift, so I hope it's okay."
The girl immediately hugged him, smiling, and said:
"Whatever you buy, I love it. Thank you so much."
But he felt it was too soon to say that since she hadn't opened it yet, so he said:
"Why don't you open it first and see if you like it."
She nodded and opened the gift box. Inside was a rather beautiful necklace. Seeing his sister's interest, Alex felt relieved that his gift choice wasn't too bad.
"I love it! Thank you so much. I'll wear it always, even if it breaks, I'll fix it and keep wearing it."
Alex patted her head and laughed.
"Ha ha, as long as you like it. Let me help you put it on."
.....
After the flashback, a little trace of sadness appeared on his face. He wasn't exactly cold-hearted, but there were many things that happened on his journey.
This little thing couldn't distract him too much because when fighting high-level entities, a moment of inattention would mean death.
"Haiz, I didn't expect the girl to still be wearing the necklace. Wait, that's not right. She only wore it for about three years, but after more than eleven thousand years, it feels like I gave it to her a very long time ago."