Anon then started to run on water. He went full sprint as he held his phone in front of his face using his animaxiom to hold it in place and protect it from the wind and water.

150 kilometers an hour! That was his speed.

Anon ran for an entire 80 hours before reaching dragon country. He had reinforced his body the entire time. This massively drained his animaxiom reserves stored in his body.

He had enhanced his body and pushed it to the limit. In combination with 'deification' making his body no longer human and 'concentration'. He was like a perpetual motion machine.

Unfortunately, the decade of energy reserves he had saved up was partially used up.

Originally, before training. He could burn through 100% or 1,000 points in a few minutes. After practicing for some time. He could sustain his expenditure.

But that was without him factoring in protecting his phone and performing precise actions in the middle of running. He had to charge his phone a few times throughout the process. He never stopped however.

With covering his entire body and more in animaxiom. He was burning about 100 points every minute!

That was roughly 6000 points an hour...

He had accumulated 878,000 points in his isolation.

It had dropped by 479,875 points!

His current soul capacity was only 1000 points... His body had a physical location and was able to store many times this amount thanks to his deification.

But now his animaxiom in his body had dropped to 398,125 points. He had lost more then half within 80 hours! This was a decade of 'cultivation' lost in a few days!

Anon didn't care though. The animaxiom stored in his body was only useful for reviving his body after death. It wasn't as flexible as the stuff stored in his soul.

Anon arrived at a fishing port in dragon country. As he saw it in the distance. He finally stopped and stood on the water. He reached his hand out and a blindfold appeared in it. His sunglasses disappeared. He wrapped his eyes with the blindfold. He then took off his clothes and they vanished into his storage space.

He took out his axiom outfit and put it on.

He then walked towards a small fishing boat and leaped onto the deck.

"!?" An old man shouted at him in the dragon language.

Anon frowned. He was used to the language of the eagle country. Anon then got an excellent idea! His body bloated as he exploded from the balance of animaxiom in his body entering disarray.

But he didn't allow himself to 'anima leap'.

Time froze.

"With my small capacity. I can only maintain this frozen time for a few years."

"1 year should be enough..."

Anon focused on his sea of consciousness. Ever since he had destroyed his hourglass. It had been completely empty! He started to use 'true vision'. His comprehension to dig deep into his consciousness.

"Found it!"

Anon found the fragments of memories. Anon's consciousness wasn't consistent. He had consumed many soul fragments in his years in his domain. Those memories were obfuscated.

Anon had only understood a small portion of this information due to the language barriers. This was the same for alien races and advanced technology.

But there are always those who have put in the work. For example, the souls of those who spoke both the main language of the eagle and dragon country.

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Anon soon found fragments from professional translators.

He spent an entire year in frozen time deciphering this language. Soon he could completely understand the dragon language! The frozen time shattered and Anon perfectly used a sliver of animaxiom in his soul to stimulate 'anima leap'.

He went back to right before he jumped on the boat. He redid this action!

"What the fuck!?"

Anon smiled. He understood them perfectly. There was a problem however. There were many different versions of the dragon language. During the year in frozen time. Anon used his overpowered comprehension to study the soul fragments from multiple translators.

"Hello! I am Axiom!"

The old man looked at his bottle.

"I've been drinking too much..." He poured the rest of his wine into the ocean.

"What a shame..." He sighed and felt he was simply too drunk.

"Goddamn. Anime character!!!" The old man shattered the glass. Stood up and walked into his room. He lived on his boat. Anon stood there a bit speechless.

Anon sat down in a meditative posture to recover his animaxiom in his body. But it was a slow process. Only a little over 1% could be recovered an hour. About 10-11 points.

He soon stopped injecting his body with animaxiom however. Because his soul had lost around 7% from his year spent in frozen time. He needed to recover this first.

10 hours later...

The old man walked out from his room and looked at Anon. He rubbed his eyes.

"Fuck! A goddamn weeaboo..." The old man looked at Anon's clothes with disdain.

He then acted as if he wasn't there and went back to work.

Anon's phone was behaving weirdly. His GPS wasn't working at all and it had no signal. He had to improvise and find a guide. He picked this old fisherman.

The fisherman ignored him and took out some nets.

He started to hum a song as he started to fish.

An entire day passed as the old man didn't catch a single thing. Anon watched all of this emotionlessly. Soon the old man turned the boat around and headed back to the port.

Anon tapped the old man on the shoulder and asked various questions about the situation in the country. He couldn't access the secret forum without a signal.

"You aren't worthy of knowing my great name..."

"..."

Anon seemed to have run into a weird character.

Anon snapped his fingers and the boat froze in place despite the wind! The old man's pupils constricted.

"Hmph! Simple tricks!"

The old man waved his hands and Anon felt a resistance form around the boat. But the energy was weaker then animaxiom. It was like throwing a egg at a stone.

Only the egg would shatter.

The old man became even more shocked.

"You!? Who is your teacher?"

"Ayil-"

"Ayil!? She is still alive? Interesting. Has she started cultivating?"

The old man took out a gourd of wine and took a sip. He then handed it to Anon.

"I don't drink."

"Tch!"

"Cultivating?" Anon was curious. Anon had access to the secret forum. But he had spent a decade in seclusion. He was ignorant of the world. You could say he saw top level information. But the common sense of the world was lost on him. Things that were obvious obviously weren't reported to the forum.

"You don't even know such common knowledge? The gateways have appeared all over the country. They leak the energy of heaven and earth. Cultivators use this energy to refine the spirit. Those who have this talent are cultivators..."

"What was your name again?"

"Axiom."

"Axiom huh? You!" The old man started to pinch Anon's muscles.

"Your body... you aren't human, are you?" He circled all around Anon.

Anon laughed.

He pointed his hands up towards the sky.

"I stand above all races! A human? Maybe. Maybe not."

The old man cracked his shoulders.

"It is fated that we've met!"

"Ayil has profound attainments in the arts of royalty. But she is quite old. Without coming back to dragon country where the aura of heaven and earth has revived. She has likely turned to dust due to time..."

Anon spoke:

"I used external energy with her guidance. Her lifespan has been extended!"

"That's great... You must be a genius! Your Qi has a different flavor then those young masters. It is almost as if it isn't Qi at all, but some other type of energy..."

Anon then asked something crucial.

"Aren't the gateways deathtraps? Has anyone come out of them alive?"

The old man's expression froze:

"You want to go in there!? You... You...You... are worthy!"

"My name is Wanmei Tian."

Anon smiled.

"I need a guide! Take me to the nearest gateway!"

"I warn you. Those gateways sap the lifeforce out of anyone who enters. You will age at an insane rate. The country has done many test and even sent in cultivation masters in the last few years."

"Not a single person has returned alive!"

Anon laughed:

"It's just death. A small issue!"

The old man slapped his own thigh.

"It's good to be young! How old are you?"

Anon took out his phone and checked the date:

April 1st, 2078

"I'm 42."

"...Are you serious?" The old man thought Anon was lying. He looked half this age.

"Well... mentally. I'm a couple thousands years old!"

Anon then frowned.

"Well... if you trapped someone in a prison for thousands of years..."

"You are older then I thought..."

"Well I guess cultivators of this new era will look young!"

"I'm no cultivator..."

Anon then slapped his head.

"I guess if you count frozen time. I'm probably around 60 or 70? My identity is nonexistent. So my birthdate doesn't really matter..."

"Frozen time...?"

"If it makes it easier. Just think of me as being a few millennia old. That is far more accurate!"

The old man started to mutter to himself.

"Damn anime characters..."