David Clark could tell right away that something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, so he could only recall the previous questions. If his father had really preserved him, then he wouldn’t be released until his father thought it was safe. Ah, that’s it, I understand now.

David Clark had already thought of the worst possible answer: if even... if even his father hadn’t escaped the Eden catastrophe, then who would let him out? Wouldn’t that mean he’d keep sleeping forever, until the prison that trapped him broke down on its own? And judging by the surroundings, didn’t it look like many years had already passed?

At this thought, David Clark was utterly despondent. It was like being thrown into a strange place with no companions at all. This kind of loneliness and despair could drive a person to suicide. Overwhelmed with grief, his vision went black and he fainted.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before a cool sensation all over his body woke him up. The environment around him was still the same as before, and he was still holding that unknown watch in his hand.

The extreme despair from earlier actually made him calm down now, and he began to consider his current situation.

Now he had nothing left, the only thing he still had was that watch. Wait a minute, why did his father leave nothing else behind, only this watch? There’s something strange about that.

So he immediately put the watch on. The moment he wore it on his wrist, it was as if some images and words were injected into his mind, but nothing appeared before his eyes. It was as if his brain received it directly—a feeling that was hard to describe.

David Clark was startled, feeling as if the watch was originally a part of himself, and his mind kept receiving that kind of information, and gradually, a voice came through.

“Yunyang, this is my message. By the time you hear it, perhaps several hundred years have already passed.” Ah, it was his father’s voice.

“Will you blame me? You probably will... but this is the only thing I could do for you, the only thing I could do for you as a father for his son. And, I’m sorry...” The tone was full of deep guilt and sorrow.

“By now, you should have survived the Eden catastrophe. Maybe, in your time, humanity has already gone extinct. It will be very lonely, but most importantly, you are still alive... Then, go to the Pacific East District Laboratory. There, I’ve prepared a human gene bank for you, which can restore most of the human races. The rest is up to your knowledge. Do you remember why I trained you since you were a child? Maybe it was for this moment. Heh, who knows. Farewell, my son, take care...” The voice gradually faded away.

Is that so? Was all the training since childhood for this? Then why was I born? Just to be alone here? Forever? In that case, it would have been better to die among people—maybe that would have been a better ending, heh...

Since the age of five, David Clark had grown up under Brian Clark’s training program, learning everything from combat skills and military tactics to culture and history—mastering everything. Rather than calling him an encyclopedia, it would be more accurate to call him a superhuman. In fact, judging by David Clark’s abilities, he really could be called a superhuman.

Of course, as for Brian Clark’s training program, it was the essence of his own decades of experience. Besides its scientific basis, it also followed the laws of nature, so David Clark was able to maintain his childlike innocence while learning. In addition, being able to finish all this by the age of seventeen was also because David Clark truly was a genius—a genius who, at just seventeen, was facing a new world.

Just as David Clark was wallowing in self-pity, he felt the information in his mind change again. Suddenly, with a jolt in his head, it felt as if he had connected to something. “Huh? Isn’t this inside a computer?” He realized he had actually entered the mainframe of the laboratory, apparently thanks to the watch.

“Heh, Dad, you really did leave me something good... Huh? What’s that?” David Clark suddenly stood up, his face full of surprise and disbelief. It turned out that on one of the surveillance screens in the computer, there were many people there.

Is that so? Humanity hasn’t gone extinct yet, not yet. Then I won’t be alone, I won’t.

After a wave of excitement, David Clark finally calmed down and began to observe the situation. There were more than forty people on the screen, most of them wearing ancient-style armor, with bows, arrows, and long swords as weapons. Most of them had bloodstains on their bodies.

Is this a return to ancient times? Why? Could it be because of that catastrophe? It’s possible. If that catastrophe really could wipe out humanity, then the survivors wouldn’t be able to preserve high technology. They could only start over with primitive survival methods. And I don’t even know how long I’ve been asleep.

David Clark looked at the timer on the computer: July 27, 2857. He had already been asleep for over eight hundred years.

All these calculations and deductions were completed rapidly in his super-intelligent mind, and they weren’t far from the truth.

So what should he do now? Go out? But judging by their appearance, it looked like they were fighting a war. He didn’t want to get himself killed by accident. What should he do then? He couldn’t just let them leave, right? Uh, maybe he should check out the laboratory first.