"Are these guys trying to mess with me..." William Dawson cursed inwardly.

"Brother?" John called out again, but William Dawson still didn't respond.

"Brother John, this guy is really dumb," the little boy said again, picking his nose.

"You're the dumb one," William Dawson glared at the boy, then suddenly felt confused, thinking to himself, Was there a kid in the story of John Archer shooting down the suns?

"Yukon, don't talk nonsense," John Archer patted the boy on the shoulder, then turned to William Dawson and said, "Brother, what's your surname and given name?"

"My name is Dawson... Robert Grant."

"Robert Dawson?"

"No, no, just Robert Grant."

John Archer looked at William Dawson as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Really, I am Robert Grant. I haven't forgotten my own name, don't look at me like that."

William Dawson felt a mix of emotions, glanced at the ten suns in the sky, and touched the tattered time-travel starter pack at his waist, wondering if it was too late to regret now.

……

At the Legend Administration Bureau, a group of people gathered around a screen.

"Director, are you sure he's really okay?" Charles Cooper watched William Dawson's performance, feeling quite worried.

"No matter what, isn't there still only one sun in our world right now?" David Harris said, "This kid is pretty clever, let's wait and see."

After speaking, David Harris glanced toward the door and said in a low voice, "Since you're here, don't just stand outside—come in and have a seat."

Hearing this, the door was slowly pushed open, and three people walked in.

Looking closely, the two in front were none other than Chief JudgeSamuel Clark and White ReaperSeventh ElderEdward Bennett. The third person had an exceptionally cold expression, wore a fitted black outfit, held a soul-hooking chain, and wore a tall black official hat inscribed with four large characters—"天下太平". As soon as this person entered, the temperature in the room dropped sharply.

Grace Bennett and Emma Foster immediately knelt and saluted upon seeing the three, but the rest of the bureau's staff seemed to ignore them, each busy with their own work.

"Even Eighth Elder is here?"

Eighth ElderBlack Reaper nodded without speaking.

"Old Harris, if John Archer hadn't shot down nine suns, the three of us would have a lot more work to do," Edward Bennett shook his head helplessly, then glanced at the nearby display and asked, "What's the situation now?"

David Harris looked at Charles Cooper, who nodded, flipped through the files, and began to brief them.

"Just as Chief Judge predicted, this William Dawson can indeed become an 'Operator' and return to the legend. The problem is, the very first mission assigned to him is already 'Super Class A'—for an ordinary person, that's basically suicide. Judging by his earlier performance, he's rather reckless and clumsy, so it's unlikely he'll complete the mission."

Samuel Clark smiled and said, "Is that so? He'll die in the legend of John shooting down the nine suns?"

"There's a very high chance he'll fail."

"He won't fail," Samuel Clark interrupted Charles Cooper. "Although I don't know how, as a mortal, he'll shoot down the suns, he definitely doesn't die here, because I saw him in the nineteenth year of the Zhenguan era as well."

David Harris said with a half-smile, "Cause and effect, Chief Judge. If this kid dies here, you'll forget your memories of the nineteenth year of Zhenguan."

"Is that so?" Samuel Clark suddenly looked a bit disappointed, but after a moment, he collected himself and said, "That year's memories aren't important. If he comes back alive, promise me you'll let me meet him."

After speaking, Samuel Clark flicked his sleeve and walked straight out the door.

"Director, Chief Judge..." Charles Cooper watched Samuel Clark's departing figure, deep in thought.

"Yes, even as a ghostly immortal, he still has attachments," David Harris turned to look at Seventh Elder and Eighth Elder, and asked, "So, what about you two? Anything to report?"

"No," said Black Reaper. "Just wanted to see if you, old man, needed my help."

"Oh, come on!" White Reaper pointed at Black Reaper and said to David Harris, "Old Harris, this guy is all talk. As soon as he heard there was an Operator, he rushed over without even changing his clothes."

Black Reaper snorted coldly, "Aren't you the same?"

"Alright, guests are guests. You two sit wherever you like. This old man won't stand on ceremony with you."

……

William Dawson sat in the shabby little hut, looking at the wooden bowl in his hand. To call it water was generous—it was more like the water left after washing dishes that hadn't been poured out.

"Brother, have a drink. We don't have much water," John said to William Dawson, afraid he would mind the small amount.

William Dawson couldn't refuse, so he picked up the wooden bowl and drank the little bit of water in one gulp.

Delicious. This water was just too delicious.

That was William Dawson's first thought.

Actually, it wasn't just the water—William Dawson felt that even the air in this world was especially sweet.

What was going on?

"Robert Grant brother, are you feeling better?"

"I'm much better, John Archer."

"That's great," John Archer still spoke unclearly, but it was obvious he wasn't a bad person. "Robert Grant brother, you're not from this village, are you here looking for someone?"

William Dawson thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, I'm here to find someone."