As I witnessed the world's jubilant celebration of their victory, I let out a deep sigh. It appeared that my efforts hadn't been in vain, as I watched my son and his companions on the television, proudly displaying their badges of honor for their bravery and guidance. It seemed that I had made the right choice in selecting them to save the world. Or had I? After all, this entire conflict was triggered by my temporal regression. If I hadn't done so, the aliens wouldn't have attacked, and those who had made the ultimate sacrifice would still be alive. Was I wrong to have intervened? But what choice did I have? I had only been trying to save my beloved Emma. Lost in my thoughts, I observed my disciples celebrating and venerating me as their teacher. They likely viewed me as a hero, ignorant of the fact that I was the cause of all their suffering. I remained motionless for a few moments before deciding, "Perhaps I should just leave. They might be better off without me." With those words, I sent a final message to Jamal: "Take care of Emil for me, consider it as my last request as your teacher." Without causing any disturbances, I departed from Earth and delved deeper into the darkness of space, watching as the blue planet grew smaller and eventually disappeared from sight.

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Jamal's heart sank as he heard his teacher's message. "Take care of Emil for me, take it as your teacher's last request." He couldn't believe it. As he understood the meaning behind the message, Steve, the man who had trained him and the other disciples, was leaving them.

Jamal felt a rush of conflicting emotions. He was happy and relieved that they had won the war, but at the same time, he was sad to see his teacher go. He knew that Steve had done more than anyone, giving them a chance to save the world.

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As Jamal looked around at the celebration, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. Without Steve, it all felt meaningless. He knew that he had to be strong for Emil and the rest of the disciples, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of loss.

He spread his spiritual sense, trying to find a trace of his teacher, but all he saw was nothing. "Thank you, Steve," he whispered to himself. "You gave us a chance, and we won't let your teachings be in vain." With those words, Jamal turned around and walked back to his fellow disciples, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Sitting at a table inside a dimly lit tavern, a man with a long hat, which obscured much of his face, drank what appeared to be alcohol. The young waiter, who didn't seem older than fourteen, approached him and asked, "Excuse me, sir, would you like anything else or are you content with your drink?"

"No, thank you, I don't need anything else," replied the man. He then gazed out the window at the sky, where a colossal planet was visible.

"It appears that you are interested in the God-Head," remarked the boy, referring to the massive planet.

"Oh, you know about it?" asked the man.

"Of course, everyone knows about it, at least everyone who lives in an area that it could be seen from. Although the God-Head appears to be near our planet, I've heard that it's actually very far away and is much larger than any galaxy," explained the kid.

"You seem quite knowledgeable," observed the man.

"My older brother attends the Crystal Palace school, so he knows a lot. He even told me that the God-Head is where the emperors reside. Well, I should go finish my work. It was nice talking to you, sir. Have a good day," said the boy as he left.

The man turned back to the window and continued to stare at the massive planet in the sky.