Chapter 2: The Awakening of Reversing Time by Fifty Years

Time is like a slowly turning book that sustains the operation of this world. By borrowing the power of the God of Time through the Book of Time, one could rewrite the past.

Opinions on this rumor are mixed among the people. Many do not believe it, while some are skeptical.

Almost no one has concrete evidence. This is because every use of the Book of Time requires a life sacrifice, offering one's entire body and all abilities as a source of power to turn the pages of the Book of Time.

The cost is far too great, and what makes it even more unacceptable is that often, after sacrificing one's life, one cannot know the outcome.

Even if someone obtains the Book of Time, they would not dare to use it carelessly.

What if the rumors are false? What if it's just a scam?

If Chen Yang hadn't been desperate, he wouldn't have used it so quickly.

But now, Chen Yang wholeheartedly believes in it.

Because the ironclad fact is before him, undeniable, he has indeed been reborn.

"It's just a pity about this token. It took a lot of effort to create the Book of Time, slaughtering hundreds of thousands, causing wrath from both heaven and man, and enduring countless hardships to refine it through alchemy..." Chen Yang sighed inwardly. Although he had been reborn, the Book of Time was gone.

Human beings are the essence of all things, borrowing the power of gods through various divine tokens.

The tokens themselves are myriad and varied, countless in number. Some tokens can only be used two or three times before they dissipate into the universe. Others, as long as not overused, can be reused. Generally speaking, there are many reasons for the dissipation of tokens; some simply cannot withstand the power of the gods and collapse, while others become unusable as the power of the gods themselves disperses into the world.

Perhaps the Book of Time was one of those tokens that could only be used once.

"Even if it's gone, I can still refine it again through alchemy. If I could refine it in my previous life, why wouldn't I be able to now?" After feeling regret, a wave of bold aspirations surged in Chen Yang's heart.

Being reborn, the loss of the Book of Time was entirely acceptable.

Moreover, he still possessed treasures, not left with nothing.

These treasures were his memories and experiences over the past fifty years.

Within his memory, there lay countless treasures yet to be discovered, events that would allow him to easily grasp future trends, countless figures, some reclusive experts, some brilliant talents, some not even born yet. Also, there lay fifty years of arduous cultivation, rich combat experience.

With these, he undoubtedly held the overall situation and the initiative. As long as he played his cards right, dominating the world and showcasing the demeanor of a hero was not a problem at all; he might even reach higher realms.

"So, how should I proceed..." Chen Yang was very rational, quickly gathering his emotions and pondering in front of the night rain outside the window.

Thinking this, he felt a flood of thoughts.

After pondering for a moment, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Fifty years is quite a long time. Not to mention the memories that have become blurred, hard to recall. Even those treasures and divine opportunities he remembers, although plentiful, are mostly either far away or require special timing to access.

"The most crucial thing is still divine power. Currently, without having opened my spiritual sea, not having started on the path of a God Descender, I'm practically a normal person! I must cultivate as soon as possible, increase my cultivation, and gain advantages before history repeats itself, grabbing as much benefit as possible."

Moreover, many secret realms require sufficient strength to conquer. Without enough power, even if one reaches them, they cannot be seized. Instead, they become a hot potato, embodying the saying "The innocent are guilty by possessing jade."

The first challenge facing Chen Yang is divine power.

He must quickly enhance his divine power. If he proceeds as slowly as in his previous life, how could the outcome change?

"To enhance divine power quickly, one must leverage the resources of the family. With my current situation, I have no capability to navigate through the perilous mountains. Even an ordinary wild boar could take my life. If I could reach the third stage of strength like the village chief, I would have the basic ability to protect myself in this world's rugged terrains." From the perspective of a mafia boss who had undergone fifty years of training, this Hudeshan Mountain seemed too insignificant, and the entire Red Sun Village felt more like a cage.

However, while a cage confines freedom, its sturdy walls often represent a form of safety.

"Hmph, for the short term, I'll just have to make do with this cage and work on my physical skills. As long as I advance to the third stage, reaching a strength similar to the village chief's, I can leave this backwater place. Fortunately, the God Invocation Ceremony is tomorrow, and soon after, I can begin training as a God Descendant.

The thought of the God Invocation Ceremony brings long-buried memories to the forefront of Chen Yang's mind.

"Potential, huh..." He looks out the window, sneering to himself three times.

At that moment, the door is gently pushed open, and a young boy enters.

"Brother, why are you standing by the window in the rain?"

This young boy, slim and slightly shorter than Chen Yang, shares a striking resemblance with him.

Chen Yang turns to look at the boy, a flash of complexity crossing his face.

"It's you, my twin brother." He slightly raises his eyebrows, his expression returning to its usual coldness.

Chen Yuan looks down at his toes, a habit of his. "I saw your window was open, so I thought I'd come in and close it for you. The God Invocation Ceremony is tomorrow, and you're still not resting. Uncle and aunt will worry."

He isn't surprised by Chen Yang's coldness; his brother has always been like this.

Sometimes he wonders if this is what makes a genius so extraordinary. Despite sharing the same face as his brother, he feels as insignificant as an ant.

Born from the same womb, why is fate so unfair? Endowing his brother with a diamond-like dazzling talent, while he remains as ordinary as dust.

Everyone around him refers to him as "Chen Yang's brother."

Uncle and aunt often tell him to learn from his brother.

Even when looking at himself in the mirror, seeing his own face becomes suffocating.

These thoughts have accumulated over many years, becoming a heavy stone pressing on Chen Yuan's chest, making him increasingly silent and withdrawn.

"Worry?" Thinking of his uncle and aunt, Chen Yang's heart emits a silent scoff.

He remembers clearly how their parents died together in the Hudeshan Mountain on a family mission, leaving him and his brother orphans at the age of three.

Using the guise of upbringing, their uncle and aunt shamelessly took over their parents' inheritance, receiving substantial aid from the family while giving them very little.

Initially planning to keep a low profile as a transmigrator, Chen Yang was forced to reveal his extraordinary talents due to often facing hunger and cold.

The so-called genius is nothing but an adult soul, coupled with years of experience on Earth.

Such a modest demonstration was deemed prodigious, attracting widespread attention. The external pressure forced the young Chen Yang to wear a poker face as a disguise for self-protection, minimizing exposure.

Over time, the cold poker face became Chen Yang's signature expression.

Thus, their uncle and aunt could no longer skimp on their food and clothing. As they grew older and their prospects seemed brighter, their treatment improved.

But this was not love; it was an investment.

Ridiculously, this brother fails to see the truth, not only deceived by their uncle and aunt but also harboring resentment towards him. Despite his current docile demeanor, memories reveal that once his exceptional potential was identified and he was heavily nurtured by the family, the hidden jealousy and hatred were unleashed. He did not hesitate to target, trouble, and suppress his own brother.

Regarding his own talent... The best he could hope for was merely excellent. Fate always seems to play tricks.

Monozygotic twins, the brother with merely excellent talent had alone enjoyed the name of a genius for over a decade.

The unnoticed brother, however, possessed exceptional talent. The results of the Divine Invocation Ceremony took everyone in the village by surprise, completely reversing the situations of the two brothers.

From then on, the younger brother's rise was meteoric, while the older brother's status plummeted. Following that, there were the younger brother's numerous obstructions, the cold looks from the uncle and aunt, and the contempt from the villagers. Did he hate them? In his previous life, Chen Yang did harbor hatred—resentment towards his inadequate talent, bitterness towards his family's heartlessness, anger at the unfairness of fate.

But now, with the wisdom of fifty years of life experience, he reevaluated these events with calmness in his heart, without a hint of malice.

What's there to be angry about? Putting himself in their shoes, he could also understand the perspective of his brother, his uncle and aunt, and the so-called justice fighters who ambushed him fifty years later.

The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, is the essence of this world.

Besides, everyone has their own ambitions, vying for that slim chance of ascension.

What's so incomprehensible about mutual suppression and conflict?

Fifty years of life experience had long given him clarity, with his heart only set on the pursuit of immortality.

If anyone stands in the way of this pursuit, no matter who they are, it would simply be a matter of life and death.

With such grand ambitions, choosing this path meant being at odds with the world, destined to walk alone, surrounded by dangers at every turn. This was the enlightenment condensed from a fifty-year life journey.

"Revenge is not my plan; the path of a villain never includes the word 'compromise'." Thinking this, Chen Yang couldn't help but smirk.

Turning back to his brother, he glanced at him indifferently and said, "You may leave." Chen Yuan's heart tightened, feeling as if his brother's gaze was as sharp as a blade, seemingly piercing through the depths of his soul.

Under such a gaze, he felt as exposed as if he stood naked in the snow, with no secrets left hidden. "See you tomorrow, brother." Not daring to say more, Chen Yuan slowly closed the door behind him.