Looking at the mother and son embracing in front of him, Charles felt a faint hint of envy.
West didn't know which timeline 010 had sent him to, nor what he had actually experienced. Judging by his current appearance, however, one thing was certain: over these hundreds or even thousands of years, he must have endured countless unimaginable hardships.
But no matter what he went through, at this moment, everything he had given was repaid—he was finally home.
Charles walked over to the statue that the bandaged mother had knelt before. He stared coldly at its three mysterious Evil Eyes. "What's the use of worshipping garbage like you? You disgusting wastes!"
CRACK. Charles crushed the statue's head to powder in his hand.
Just then, he heard two light footsteps behind him—it was West's younger brother and sister, home from school.
"Bro! You're finally back!"
"This is great! We've been thinking about you every single day!"
"Mom and all of us have been so worried about you!"
