The Strongest War God-Chapter 1892: Observing the Trajectory

Chapter 1892: Observing the Trajectory

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

For the rest of his life, he had no parents, no older brother to look after him, and no younger sister to rely on.

At twelve years old, the tribe, unable to disobey the lord’s orders, sent him to work as a laborer.

That night, as he was being sent off, he received more attention than ever before and ate more than he had in a long time.

He arrived without any connections or money, sent to the harshest quarry.

Every day, people were crushed by falling rocks or died from exhaustion.

Despite being young and having been there for less than half a month, he was already covered in scars from whips.

The guards were extremely harsh, treating the young laborers as slaves, beating and scolding them at the slightest provocation.

Braydon Neal stood on the surface of the river with his hands behind his back and entered it in an instant.

They had also come to the quarry.

Braydon, now a mortal, was reduced to the lowest level of existence, just like the youth.

From the very beginning, Braydon watched him and smiled. "Slayde."

"Braydon, you’re not allowed to speak here, or you’ll be whipped!" The young man had learned Braydon’s name from others, as he had been there for a few days.

Braydon simply smiled and moved the stone cart to a different spot.

So, the two of them often chatted while working from sunrise to sunset, continuing like this for a year.

Slayde Luft became dark and strong.

A powerful explosion occurred in the eastern part of the quarry, with sword lights flashing.

All 3,000 people in the eastern section had been decapitated.

It was a frightening sight!

The quarry’s management suspected it might be the work of an immortal.

However, Braydon knew that there was an expert’s mansion buried there, containing cultivation inheritances.

He also realized this could be Slayde’s opportunity.

A person capable of making waves in the River of Time was no ordinary individual.

That night, everyone in the quarry was in a panic.

Slayde gathered his courage and dragged Braydon to the scene of the accident.

There were headless corpses everywhere, dried blood, a foul stench, and mosquitoes swarming in the sky.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a cave entrance glowing with five-colored light.

"Braydon, wait for me here. I’m going to check it out. If I find any treasures in the immortal’s ruins, we can escape and sell them in a big city. With the money, I’ll buy you a house. We can get married and have a bunch of kids together!" Slayde said softly.

After a moment of hesitation, he added, "Wait for me for two hours. If I don’t come out, it means I’ve died inside. Don’t bother with my body. Find a way to get out and don’t come back. Live well, and remember me. Pour a cup of wine on the ground every night for me. It would be even better if you could roast a chicken!"

His lengthy farewell made it seem like Braydon was the most important thing to him for the rest of his life.

He was one of the few true friends he had in the quarry.

"I’ll wait for you to come back!" Braydon said softly, looking at him.

"Alright, stay hidden and don’t get discovered," Slayde replied cautiously.

Having spent half a year in the quarry, he was very skilled at climbing.

He made his way up to the mountainside and reached the cave entrance where the colorful light was scattered.

There was a sword at the entrance, radiating with the multicolored light.

Slayde, being bold, seized the sword, thinking it would be a valuable immortal treasure.

As soon as he grabbed the sword, a special suction force enveloped him, pulling him into a small world.

Braydon watched with his hands behind his back and chuckled. "This is his chance. I’ll wait for you for ten thousand years. I look forward to fighting you, Slayde!"

With that, Braydon vanished in an instant, as if he had never been there.

He returned to the River of Time, where the black-robed guardian stood silently beside him, serving as his protector.

Braydon took a big step forward with his right foot.

Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

The surface of the river surged with a one-meter-long wave.

It was Slayde, who had seized his opportunity and transformed into a white-robed youth.

In his world, he had struggled fiercely from weakness to becoming a powerful expert.

For ten thousand years, he had been searching for one person: Braydon.

But there was no news, as if Braydon had never existed.

Despite this, he never gave up.

Braydon was his only brother in this world, and regardless of whether he was dead or alive, he had to find him.

Slayde had never harmed anyone in the quarry.

Instead, he made sure they stayed together properly, even helping some of them begin their path in cultivation.

He hoped that, when these people remembered where Braydon had gone that night, they would tell him directly.

Even though some had hurt him, he had never retaliated.

He had always believed that Braydon had escaped the quarry that night, and among those who knew, there must have been someone who had the information but was too afraid to reveal it.

Or perhaps Braydon had already been killed by them.

Slayde just wanted to know where Braydon’s body was buried.

He wanted to bring a bottle of wine and a roast chicken to honor his only brother on his death anniversary.

It was a pity that there had been no news for the past ten thousand years.

However, during this time, he had become an expert and the strongest person in his world.

He had spent ten thousand years relying on himself to enter the immortal realm, with the potential to reach the peak due to his immortal foundation.

Braydon took a step forward and entered the small world in an instant.

He arrived at the door of the tallest palace in the core region of the world, where guards patrolled, keeping outsiders out.

With a smile and his hands behind his back, Braydon addressed the door, "Slayde, an old friend has come to visit. May I meet you?"

His voice thundered throughout Luft City, awakening countless people and shocking them.

They wondered who dared to challenge the number one expert in this world—Immortal Slayde Luft, a being who had already become an immortal.

The entire city was in upheaval.

The wind stirred from the ground, and rain fell from the horizon.

A white-robed young man flashed across the night sky, releasing an oppressive aura.

For many years, no one had dared to provoke him.

He stood guard over the capital alone.

When he appeared, he swiftly entered the city.

Slayde looked down, stunned as if struck by lightning.

After a long moment of shock, he cried out, "Braydon!"

"Long time no see!" Braydon greeted his old friend with a smile.

To Braydon, he was only one step away from the River of Time, though he didn’t realize that this step had spanned ten thousand years.

Slayde had been searching for him all this time, and just as he was about to give up, Braydon appeared.

They reminisced about their first meeting in that quarry in the purgatory of the human world.

"Where have you been all these years? Do you know I’ve been searching for you for ten thousand years?" Slayde asked.

"I know," Braydon replied, acknowledging his friend’s efforts. "I heard you’ve become the strongest person in this world. I want to challenge you."

"Why?" Slayde was surprised.

Was his old friend really asking for a fight right after their reunion?

"You’ve walked the path of cultivation," Braydon said, "I’ll learn whatever you have to teach!"