The future self once again urged the future self to return to his starting point.
Malin opened his eyes to see the subway, the murky air, a hint of a strange smell, and the campfire crackling in the replenished metal oil barrels. Spotty rested its head on Malin's legs and looked at him, clearly understanding everything that had just transpired.
As for Mushroom, the little thing snuggled in Malin's arms, puzzled by everything that had just happened in the future. Malin stroked its little head, comforting it while recalling when he had met Mars... It seems Mars had made contact with the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.
Malin didn't know if all this was good or bad, but he felt his children shouldn't be too involved with the Church, especially two millennia later. Who knows if the Church would dream of resurrecting the Deity?
So, he must find an opportunity to tell his descendants not to worship the Deity under any circumstances.
