But he didn't notice, an ordinary-looking translator was staring at his departing figure, holding a black ink pen, continuously drawing in a notebook.
Lines of black thick strokes covered the previous drafts, but at the bottom in the blank space, eight words were clearly written.
"Song of Life, Time Wander."
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For Rod now, distance was no longer a problem.
Apart from Anna, he believed no one's speed was faster than his.
In just one clock hour, Rod crossed the current frontline of Trolian, entering the Dark World alone.
With his current strength, unless he went very deep into the Dark World, he wouldn't encounter any danger.
Monsters below King Level posed almost no threat to him, and even a derivative-level Black Fog found it hard to corrode his soul.
Even against King Level Monsters, he had the strength to fight; if he couldn't win, running away should also be no problem.
