Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World

Two hours later, the old farmer and the blue-eyed man had talked at length.

They had talked so much with each other that it seemed as though all the enemies between them had disappeared.

The Luthor Patriarch had once ordered the assassination of the All-King's consorts, a retaliation for Kael causing the death of one of the latter's sons.

They talked about this. Although none of them said they would forgive each other outright, they chose to keep it under wraps for now.

It was hard to imagine that the All-King had a single atom of forgiveness in his heart.

He didn't.

But he also did not keep things to heart. His desire for revenge was hardly emotional, and if there was a better outcome for not taking revenge, he would entertain the idea.

The Luthor Patriarch was also willing to push the conflict between the two factions aside.

The only thing that remained was Gabriel, who was out there doing who knew what. But that was none of their business right now.

They had worked together to sketch up a very thorough and diabolical plan. One that would shake Seth to his bones if he ever found out.

After finalising the matter, the blue-eyed man stood up from the grassy ground where he had been sitting. He straightened his spine and looked out into the open.

"This world…" the blue-eyed man said. The wind ruffled his short blue hair, and his eyes narrowed.

He had seen the details of this world that existed because of their powerful minds working together.

They had not intended for this virtual world to be so detailed at all. But Kael's powers had just flooded in uncontrollably, adding details that would make it on par with the real world outside their minds.

The blue-eyed man himself was contributing his intense spiritual presence without his active will. Because of him, many creatures that existed in the false world now had sentience and consciousness, even though they lacked a soul.

"I'll take care of it; you can leave if you want," the old farmer said while still sitting on the grass; it appeared he was in no rush.

"Very well then, I'll see you on that fateful day…" The blue-eyed man said and then vanished from where he was standing.

The old farmer looked at the spot; he could sense that he was now the only real soul in this virtual world.

He sighed. The plan had been finalised, and they all now knew what they wanted to do.

Kael hoped that this would be the last time he would have to engage in an alliance with someone whose outcome did not lead to conquest.

Oh well, it wasn't like he had many options in this particular matter. He had to deal with Seth because Seth was a variable that could seriously hurt him in the future.

At least, Kael needed to be sure that his own power would never be threatened by the felines.

The old farmer sat there, under the hill tree, for several hours before finally standing up.

However, he did not leave this world immediately.

If he did, the world and everything in it would immediately cease to exist.

The old farmer took a walk, strolling down the hill very carefully as though he was afraid of hurting his back.

By the time he had reached the bottom of the hill, his trousers were messy, and his red buttoned shirt was dirty.

But the old farmer did not mind; he continued walking, traversing the plains of this world until he stumbled upon something fascinating.

An event.

A hunting event.

The old farmer stood at ease, watching as several humanoid figures chased after tall buffalo.

The humanoid figures were, in fact…humans. The old farmer raised an eyebrow, not too surprised but also not really expecting this.

The humans he was seeing were running across the field with spears in their hands and wearing leather clothes. There were five of them, and from the looks of it, they all came from a standard settlement.

This did not look like the inhabitants of a world that was created two hours ago.

The old farmer stood still. Even though this was an open plain, the hunters did not seem to see him. They just ran past without any thought of the person that was standing there.

They continued to chase their buffalo, and the old farmer continued to watch with interest.

He had all the power to know what was going on and why things were like this, but he decided not to. He didn't want to spoil the little fun he had while it lasted.

As the old farmer watched, he was reminded of the old plains on Eridoria where he was born and grew up.

This was the kind of plain that lions would thrive on.

The hunters continued to chase the big black buffalo for miles until it was tired out and was brought down. By the time of its death, multiple spears were sticking into its back and neck.

These humans knew how to use their spears to attack properly without letting their prey get close to them.

Gradually, the human hunters brought out their cutting tools from their bags and sacks. They spent the entire afternoon and evening cutting up the buffalo.

They skinned it, dried the leather, dried the meat, and set up a fire for the night. The old farmer sat with them as they boiled a pot of meat over the fire and gathered stones.

He listened attentively to their language, learning about them and their culture from their stories and conversations.

The five hunters went to sleep, with one staying away to watch over them every three hours.

The old farmer watched over them with his own thoughts and still had not yet discovered them, even though he sat right in front of them.

The next morning came, and the dive hunters gathered their things. They packed their bags full of meat and made haste to the east.

There, they met a few more hunters. The old farmer realised that this was a complete hunting company with more than thirty members; all were men.

The old farmer did not say anything; he just watched and kept his judgement to himself while following them.

The hunting company had a few horses that they were using to carry their sacks of meat.

They did not have carriages. Apparently, they had not developed that level of technology yet, or they simply didn't need one for this hunting trip.

The old farmer did not mind; he continued to follow them. Walking one step at a time without getting towed or being seen.

He listened to the conversations and paid attention to the words these humans shared with each other.

The more the old farmer listened, the more he learned.

Finally, they reached a large village that sat at the very center of the plain field out in the open.

The old farmer left the hunting company and continued to explore these humans and their culture. He wandered through the streets, entered their mud houses, and watched their children play.

There had to be at least three to four thousand people in this village.

By the time the old farmer was finished exploring, the sun hung low in the sky. It was evening time.

Outside the village, the old farmer stood there with a strange expression. He had discovered that although all these things were not real, they held significance.

These humans, they did not know that they were the product of someone's imagination; they did not know that their life and death were vastly irrelevant in the truest sense.

They hunted, ate, slept, had sex, married, had children, had ideologies, even had a religion.

The history that they all had was manufactured. They all thought they had individual identities and memories. But it was all false.

The memories were so realistic that anyone would think they had actually lived them. And for all the creatures of this virtual world, those memories might as well be their real life.

Everything that they experienced was a lie; the life they continued to live was a lie. The only thing that was even slightly real was their sentience, but even that depended on Kael not forgetting that they exist.

Because the day that Kael forgets this world and everything in it is the day that the world and everything inside it would stop existing.

The old farmer remembered something about the real world. One of the All-King's sons, Silas, had done something of a similar manner.

He had infused his mind into the souls of countless mortal humans, experiencing life with all of them simultaneously. At the end of the session, he had a powerful epiphany that contributed to his current strength.

The old farmer blinked, watching the sun set as the moon rose slowly. What a sad world; they were doomed from the very moment they existed.

Coming to this realization, the old farmer made a logical decision. He decided to keep this world for the meantime to see if there was any value to be extracted.

If not…

After all, the All-King was still rushing to the top. He was at the High Level Immortal Tier right now, but once he became a Supreme, it would be game over.

Absolutely nothing, not even time, would be able to stand between him and his status as an Alpha God.

He just had to get there.

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