Landon Gallant Dr., a super genius, is the greatest achiever in old technology and rune technology in nearly a century. By chance, he obtained the so-called "Destiny Stone," a high-dimensional artifact of order, and proposed the wild ideas of "everyone can become a god," "take back everything that belongs to humanity," and "conquer the higher dimensions." He secretly gained the support of the Imperial Alliance. Humanity's coveting of high-dimensional power has a long history. The experiments began in the lawless Inca City. This was not the first time humans had peered into the realm of the gods, nor the first time they had failed. But this time, the failed experiment caused a magnitude-13 earthquake in all of Inca City—heaven and earth collapsed, and in just one day, the entire city was submerged by a tsunami, with catastrophic casualties. At the same time, hundreds of thousands lost their homes. Without a doubt, the Imperial Alliance abandoned Landon Dr.—a scapegoat was always needed. The deceased Landon Dr. was transformed from a scientific genius into the devil of black technology.

John Carter was an orphan of that disaster.

William Carter embraced his wife. "This child is very strong. He just tried to comfort us. Sigh."

"Seeing him force a smile through the pain, my heart is breaking." Shirley couldn't control her tears, which fell one after another.

"Maybe death is also a kind of release, but if he can pull through, we'll leave this place and live a peaceful life. All the chaos will have nothing to do with us anymore." William Carter said with determination. Once glorious, now fallen to the bottom, in the end, only precious family remains.

In the hospital room, a four- or five-year-old child lay quietly, the nearby machines beeping softly. After just receiving a sedative, John Carter could finally drift into sleep.

Actually, John Carter didn't really like sleeping. Though being awake was painful, he wasn't lonely. He liked this vibrant world, but when he slept, all he could feel was endless darkness and solitude.

But none of this could be stopped. As John Carter's breathing became steady, everything around him quieted down. After a while, the machine beside him flickered, and John Carter's eyelids twitched.

For as long as he could remember, there was only darkness in John Carter's dreams. He couldn't do anything. But today seemed a little different. The endless darkness suddenly turned red... This brought little John Carter great surprise. The torment of illness had long since made him unafraid of life or death; what he feared was endless loneliness. Next, the red turned to orange... then yellow... This made little John Carter very happy. His silent world finally had color. This thing, which others might dismiss, brought John Carter immense joy.

When the surrounding color settled into purple, the hues bloomed like a rainbow, and at the core of the colors, a figure appeared.

A... colorful clown!

The clown looked especially happy. "Hey, hey, kid, I am your lucky messenger, the handsome Simba, the invincible Simba, the great Simba!" The clown did three somersaults in the air, struck an exaggerated pose, and even flipped his onion-shaped hair, pulling out a beautiful rainbow.

"Simba? That sounds like a dog's name." John Carter couldn't help but laugh. Any child would react similarly upon seeing a clown, let alone John Carter.

The clown's face fell instantly. "What dog? I am the mischievous clown Simba, the trickster of fate, capable of anything! Kid, you're in big trouble!"

Chapter Two: The Senior Arrives!

Simba's expression was very fierce, trying to make John Carter submit, but little John Carter just smiled and looked at Simba, even taking the initiative to walk over and try to touch him. For little John Carter, not to mention a cute clown—even a monster would be the most adorable thing in his dark world.

Simba took two steps back and touched his bright red nose. He hadn't expected to meet such a silly child. Forget it, the great mischievous clown wouldn't stoop to his level.

"Kid, what's your name!"

"John Carter, are you really called Simba? So cute!"

"No, brat, never use the word 'cute' to describe the great mischievous clown! I am a great being who transcends fate!"

Clearly, Simba was very dissatisfied with the word 'cute.'

"Then you call me John Carter, and I'll call you Simba, or maybe handsome Simba." John Carter's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he continued to study the clown. He tried to get closer, but found that the distance between them never changed. He really wanted... to touch his nose.

The mischievous clown pondered for a moment and realized he didn't have many ways to deal with this child.

"Alright, John Carter, your luck has arrived. Do you want to become a great hero? Do you want to become a king renowned throughout the world? Do you want to become the center of everyone's attention?"

The mischievous clown's voice was extremely high and passionate, as if he himself were the hero in the spotlight, receiving the worship of countless people. With the colorful lights and exaggerated gestures, surely a little brat would immediately cry out to become a hero under such stirring encouragement!

"I don't want to." After admiring the clown's exaggerated gestures, John Carter replied casually, then reached out, wanting to touch the clown—he really wanted to pinch his nose, it looked so fake.

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