Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Clara studied biological sciences when she attended Princeton. But, this was only because the death of her mother to cancer had pushed her in that direction. The Clara Dyon knew in his youth didn't like sciences at all. Though she was always curious about how the world worked, which was why array alchemy fascinated her, it wasn't her foremost passion.

While Ri adored array alchemy, Clara saw it as a single facet of a much larger puzzle she wanted to put together. In fact, her cold disposition was fostered mainly because what she loved more than anything else was passively observing the matters around her.

Due to this curiosity, Clara had initially intended to study History with a focus on ancient government. After all, with a father who became the President, how could Clara not have been influenced? Even though she wasn't the charismatic leader her father was, she definitely shared his love of governance and history.

Why did G Man take so much time out of his busy schedule to constantly give speeches at various universities? It was precisely because he valued this sort of learning the most. He wanted to take hold of and comprehend everything around him.

The father-daughter pair weren't all that different, it was just that their approaches to their hobbies differed greatly. Clara became a passive observer, while G Man became an active participant.

"I had almost thought that you have given up on that." Dyon said with a bright smile. "You haven't brought up something like this in a while."

"Why do you think I spent so much effort on the Sapientia Network?"

"Because you love me very much?" Dyon asked expectantly.

Clara snorted, causing Ri to giggle.

"What are you two talking about?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Clara's mother was a Historian, and her father, before he became President, was actually one as well. They both focused on the History of Governance and the rise and fall of empires. Mortal Empires like ours don't last nearly as long as Martial World ones, so they had quite a sample size to work from.

"G Man believed he was on the precipice of comprehending the perfect governing system, but he felt that he had to become a participant to understand just why so many governments failed.

"Clara likely would have followed in their footsteps but…"

Clara bitterly smiled. Although she was a grown woman now with a happy family around her, the death of her parents was still a bitter pill to swallow. Luckily, the warmth of Dyon's arm wrapped around her and Ri softly grasping her hand made her feel much better.

"I'm thinking that the best method to flip things around as quickly as possible is to fuse a few characteristics of Roman Governance and African Tribal Governance…"

The more Clara spoke, the brighter Dyon's eyes twinkled. Before she could even finish, Dyon suddenly felt that his wife was more attractive than she had ever been. He couldn't help but pounce on her for round two, leaving her incredibly aggrieved with just a half her speech finished.

At this moment, Dyon stood over two beds, his hands clenched into tight fists. One can imagine the level of power it took for someone with his body refinement level to bleed from their fists, yet this was exactly what was happening now.

Before him lay Mia and Bella. By this point, they could only stay awake for three or four hours a day, falling into a deep sleep no one could wake them for the remaining twenty or so hours.

Their cultivation had also deteriorated. From the essence gathering realm, they could hardly be considered Foundation realm warriors now.

Although Demon General Kaeda had done her best to reattach their limbs, the level of atrophy was frightening. The spatial qi of that Heaven's Child was truly treacherous. It could slice apart the body of a dao expert with ease, let alone the already frail bodies of Mia and Bella.

Dyon felt the heavy pang of guilt. He had promised to show these two girls the world before the time came. He had even planned on finding something that could heal them from the Sapientia Auction. Yet, what had happened? Not only had he failed to live up to their expectations, the matters of the Conference had pushed the Auction even further back. Dyon didn't dare to hope that they could survive until then.

Looking around at the room devoid of sunlight, Dyon's heart felt heavy.

He often forgot about everything else for the sake of chasing power, but was that the right thing to do? He suddenly felt like a father from the mortal realm, burying his head in his work and neglecting his family for the pursuit of some loftier ideal that wasn't even worth all that much.

In the beginning, Dyon convinced himself he wasn't like that. After all wasn't dealing with the entity something that rested firmly on his shoulders? He had accepted his master's request, how could he renege? Plus, the lives of his friends and family lay in the balance, they all relied on him one day becoming strong enough to defeat that man…

But, maybe he was giving himself too much credit. He spent almost 80 years total in Chaos Universe. Although only 3 years passed in the main timeline, this was truth. His question to himself was… was that really worth it?

The gains he made spending time with Madeleine and supporting her entry into the Golden Flame Mystical World so far outstripped what he gained in Chaos Universe that the matter was akin to heaven and earth.

53 years. 53 years he spent endlessly fighting embryonic infernal beasts, yet all the strength he gained in that time paled in comparison to a single Pulse Pill.

Someone from the outside looking in might find Dyon's thoughts silly. Weren't these things just coincidence? How could he possibly have known ahead of time that it wasn't worth it to spend so much time in Chaos Universe? Plus, it wasn't as though he didn't receive any benefits. Because he took his time in reaching the demon sage's mystical world, he fell into the perfect position to stir chaos in the beast alliance.