The Purpose of Life

In a hidden space, two figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The two figures were Snow and his look-alike. Snow's body was frail, barely able to move, while the other figure had half of his body missing, exposing his internal organs and bones, and was on his last breaths.

This was the consequence of his treachery. Snow's twin had planned to take over Snow's body to replace his own dying one, but now he had only a few breaths left. He looked at Snow with a mocking gaze, "Hey, come closer."

Snow didn't understand the deep look his twin gave him. He dragged his body with difficulty and approached him. "You're interesting, despite the fact that I was like a devil hovering in front of you just now, you approach me without a trace of fear," he said, evaluating him with his remaining breaths.

"Let me be honest," he paused, wanting to see Snow's reaction. But the cold expression on Snow's face did not change. "You're really an interesting fellow. Ha ha ha... Well, I'm not atoning for my sins, but this place cannot be discovered by anyone in this world."

"All the refinement techniques, all my notes, and the storehouse full of food are here. But the food will run out soon. At best, you can live here for another five years," he grasped Snow's hand with his remaining one, and many lights began to form out of nowhere. "This is my gift to you."

At that moment, his body stopped moving. It was a miracle he had stayed alive this long with his body split in half. Snow felt no pity for him. He buried his body far away in the corners of the hidden space by the rocks.

Snow evaluated the place around him. Numerous shelves were present, with a room on the left side and many strange pills on the right.

It seemed like a cave somewhere. Snow had no means to get out of here, but knowing the means the other left behind before dying, he realized there was still a way out.

After searching around, he found the food storage. There were huge barrels inside filled with many round grains. Some barrels were entirely consumed, while others were half-consumed. Snow didn't know what these grains were. He took one and chewed it hurriedly.

The grain's taste spread inside his mouth; it was disgusting. He wanted to spit it out but wasn't the type to waste food. Moreover, he knew that if he didn't adapt to this type of food, he wouldn't survive and would die because of his pickiness.

He finally inhaled the air after swallowing it with difficulty. Surviving in this place would be a challenge. After freeing himself, Snow finally realized that he shouldn't give up on his life.

Now he sneered coldly, thinking, "I will take revenge on this world." He had already decided that the world was his enemy, but this wasn't a life goal; it was merely a grudge driving one to seek revenge.

Snow fell to his knees from exhaustion, sat cross-legged, and thought as he had never thought before. Now he had time for himself, time when no one would bother him, allowing him to think until he was tired.

He felt a little refreshed when he rested. The effect of the pill he took began to show. His body started shedding like a snake, and a black substance oozed from his body. The stench of impurities emitted from his body as he rose with strength.

His body was now full of energy as if he had become young again. Snow was in his sixties, no longer a young man, but his body now behaved like one. He filled the jug with water, steam rising before he jumped in.

He submerged his head in the water, bubbles forming around him. He lifted his head, pushing his long hair back, and looked at his reflection in the clear water, shocked.

He looked to be in his twenties... his face when he first arrived. Was this the gift that person had given? The wrinkles that had filled his face were gone, and his thin body had become robust as before.

Thinking about it, that person also seemed to be in his twenties despite being supposed to be in his sixties like Snow... there were many mysteries in the world.

Snow thought quietly before the water turned black from impurities. He got out of the large jug, his body now full of muscles. This enormous change in the body was not something the human mind could easily accept.

From being skinny and on the verge of death, he had become a healthy young man with a muscular body. What kind of gift could create miracles like this? Snow felt euphoric thinking about the miracles he could explore in this world.

He discarded all these thoughts and wore a long robe from among the clothes present. After tidying himself, his appearance became apparent. His slender face with a black beard, his black hair extending to his waist while tied, he wasn't tall, but not short either, and his new muscular physique stood out from the contours of the robe.

He needed a purpose in life. This question was never something easily posed. A purpose in life is the drive that keeps one living. As a human, there are many things to do, many responsibilities, many events that seem sequential.

At the same time, Snow was not someone who had lived a life to talk about such deep matters. He lived twenty years before coming to this strange world and forty years of persecution and torture. It was impossible for such principles to exist in someone who had never lived a day.

Forty years were enough for one to forget everything. His real name wasn't Snow but something else that he had forgotten over time. His only identity reminding him of himself was lost in the pages of history in this unjust world.

He developed patience and wisdom over time. He had watched humans for a long time from behind the iron bars of the cage. What could he do besides this? In the end, he became as calm as the depths of the ocean. Dangerous beings might exist inside, but darkness and tranquility were what others thought of when mentioning the ocean's depths.

He suddenly remembered something he had wanted to do before when he was on Earth. He wanted to try everything, but the concept of everything was not that simple. Everything could be a plate of food, and at the same time, it could be the world.

The thirsty see water as everything, while the hungry see food as everything. An artist sees colors as everything. But what about someone who doesn't have feelings like others? Hunger and thirst were always with him, as were fatigue and exhaustion, but he had lost his passion for food and drink. Even if the finest foods and drinks were before him, they wouldn't change his expressions one bit.

What could everything be? He couldn't recall all his memories, so he stopped at this step. Setting a life goal would be postponed a little.

He now decided to seek to regain his memories as a start and to seek power like those lords. He didn't understand anything about power in this world, even the extraordinary things, like flying and emitting dazzling lights that seemed like energy balls from the hand.

He closed his tired eyes silently, letting the memories flow quietly.