The ability to manipulate time might be the most versatile power in the world, far beyond just freezing time or phasing through chests.

Ethan, from a distance, did not interrupt Cynthia as she walked step by step towards the old fisherman. The old man raised his eyes to see the young girl approaching him, initially in disbelief, but his murky eyes gleamed with a fiery light so intense that even spectators like Ethan and Vivian could feel it.

Vivian, inexperienced in worldly matters, covered her eyes, yet left a gap between her fingers, akin to the self-deception of covering one's ears.

The Wind Element Girl mimicked her, bending down to cover her eyes as wide as saucers on the little yellow potato.

This time there was no gap.

Ethan felt as if the head of the little yellow potato suddenly swelled up, glowing red, emitting smoke, as if about to explode.

This wasn't his first time experiencing a change in the timeline. Long ago in Ximu Town, he witnessed Mary transform from the twisted Bloody Priestess back to a human. Looking back, Lindong's power had made a debut back then.

Cynthia decided to stay in the past because, to her, the millennium that followed seemed to hold little worth remembering.

"Let's go."

Crossing that time gate, his vision restored, he found himself in the plaza of Siwalantine Capital, absent of strange residents, and the fleet of the Golden Kingdom no longer loomed overhead.

An impromptu play was being performed in the plaza, evidently a love tragedy—this was Siwalantine, or rather, Gallog Kingdom's most popular art style. The poignant love background had a profound cultural impact on the surrounding kingdoms, and was a much-discussed topic among the empire's upper-class ladies.

Vivian also grew up in such an environment, and became an enthusiast of love tragedies through what she saw and heard. However, now her life's compass had changed.

Witnessing Cynthia walk step by step towards the old fisherman beside the pond shook her more than any love tragedy play she had ever watched.

As a princess of the Gallog Kingdom, Vivian suddenly conceived a bold idea.

She wanted to promote love comedies.

"Princess! We've finally found you!"

The relieved cries of the guards interrupted Vivian's thoughts. Their weapons were no longer the long knives of 407 but equipped with firearms and such, evidencing the hefty investments the nobles of the Gallog Dynasty had made in armaments, with the Chief of Imperial Guard even carrying the latest 'Electromagnetic Crossbow β' from Old Sen Magic Technology Store.

Now, all their heavy firepower was aimed at Ethan.

The romantic atmosphere dissipated, replaced by tension and suspense.

The reason for the suspense was obvious: not only had Ethan and Vivian returned from 407, but so had the great King of the Gallog Kingdom.

The King was lying on the ground.

A bump the size of a fist was on the back of his head, and he was unconscious.

The Wind Element and the little yellow potato, two kids not fearing the drama, had run off, eliminating two false suspects for the guards.

Thus, the "crime scene" was clear.

Between Princess Vivian and Ethan, whom they had never seen before, the guards logically designated Ethan as the suspect, which also explained Princess Vivian's sudden disappearance.

The guards were in high alert, unable to fathom anyone daring to kidnap the princess and assault the King on the streets.

The culprit was Cynthia, who caused a car accident!

Ethan wanted to say that, but Cynthia was busy dating Dean McCarthy - Derlin and didn't come back with them, which raised a serious problem—even the great detective Sherlock Holmes couldn't time travel over a thousand years to act as a time police officer and arrest Cynthia.

Yet, before Ethan could speak, the chivalrous Vivian stood out again, "I advise you not to act rashly!"

The little girl shouted vehemently, "Do not anger him, for he is a one-man city-destroying maniac. Do you want to be strangled by the limbs sprouting from his body?"

Upon hearing this, the guards suddenly understood.

—A cross-country terrorist!

Ethan's identity was immediately clear, presumably one who roamed different nations, stealing major powers' war weapons, ultimately merging them to launch a world-sweeping war!

"Vivian, I believe I warned you?"

Ethan's eyelids fluttered rapidly, "If you can't speak well, better to stay silent."

Each of Vivian's introductions sank Ethan into contemplation—what kind of image did he have in the kids' minds?

Why is it that someone as empathetic, communicative, and law-abiding as he is always associated with the identity of a "perverted killer" or "cross-country terrorist" that warrants extreme measures?

"You should all be grateful to him!"

Vivian earnestly defended Ethan.

To her, Ethan was indeed a city-destroying killer, but even killers have a tender side, especially when they turn the tide as the Gallog Dynasty was nearing collapse. In her opinion, adding up all the kings of the Gallog Dynasty, perhaps none could match Ethan's achievements.

If anything had to be compared, history's Great Guardian Merlin might stand shoulder to shoulder with Ethan.

"You can still stay here today and call yourselves residents of the Gallog Kingdom all thanks to Ethan's capability!"