As a jade-category, looking back on it, this was a small amount of time, through all those aeons. Three years. I'm getting close to a billion years old, just a few eons short. Three years is not a long time in the scope of things that has happened. Yet, those three years were a foundation for all that came in the aeons after.

Currently, I'm looking through the window at Magicspestone as I wait for my pen to charge up some energy, from my small study, perched on a mountain a few hundred kilometers away. A billion years ago, it was a small town, barely large enough for a Worldsafer branch. Now, it is a bustling metropolis, the capital of Singhstan. In the peaceful, forested mountains, I, the king of Singhstan, sit in the small study, listening to the birds chirp, the light breeze, the leaves ruffling, the sound of the distant ocean, the river flowing.

Over the last few aeons, life has been very peaceful. The prophecy isn't bothering me right now. As the river flows while there is a soft breeze and the birds chirping, it creates a peaceful atmosphere. It is so peaceful that I have spent the last four eons in this small domicile, just meditating-and now writing this memoir.

As I watch Magicspestone grow, I think of my youth. The first few aeons of my life. I know that my main purpose has been fulfilled.

I'm slowly approaching on godly-category, which I will forfeit, for exploration. I have already seen most of the galaxy, but I have only seen about a tenth of the sector. I have seen most of the sect, but who knows what boundless treasures there are in a sector? Singhstan already occupies most of the sect, which includes Earth. All the countries of Earth from the first few eons of my life are gone, as Earth is part of Singhstan.

As I see the havoc I have unleashed, I always wonder: was there another way? I have already reached the money required to reach jade-category from non-combat affairs. Often, as I watch new Worldsafers, I remember when I was young. They never get as greatly powerful as me, which makes me feel guilty.

After I finish this memoir, I will take a break from writing to meet the kingdom. I have a lot of unpublished chapters, so don't worry about new chapters not coming out. I haven't seen them in aeons, I wonder how it has changed. Singhstan is one of the five largest powers on Glassfay. Glassfay is the converging point of the sector, which means every kingdom's Glassfay point is to the side of the kingdom, which means all the other four powers are in a different sect.

As I was checking what other people were thinking with my jade-category powers for other points of view, I realized something disturbing. Most people wanted to live. People that I killed. It is really hard to have all that weight on yourself.

The road to jade-category is paved with blood. Blood of real organisims. Everyone paves their own road, and gathers the material. To pave the road is hard, and harder still with the guilt. I do not think people should try to pave the road, but become normal. We have enough combatants. We need other people. You can reach jade-category without violence.

With the desert next to Magicspestone past the foothills, which have the hedge maze I first woke up in, the forest on the mountains, the river flowing from the summit, the beach on the other side of the mountains, and a small lake near my small home, it is utterly peaceful. I watch as a hamster barrels at a silver-category who is walking through hedge maze. The hamster grew wings. I think it is time to leave, if only to deal with the hamster.

I left the study and jumped down, crushing the hamster. I then teleported to Magicspestone.

It is hard to remember the way someone who is a kid, or even a million years old thinks, which has been hard of late.