A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 207

Chapter 207: City of Rogalia
The journey was short but exhilarating.

Aksai’s excitement grew as the rover approached the city.

He could feel the bustling city energy even from inside the container.

The rover finally landed in a designated docking area, its hatch opening with a mechanical whirr.

Workers began unloading the containers, and Aksai patiently waited his turn. When his container was finally placed on the ground, he used a moment of distraction to revert to his original form, slipping out unnoticed.

As he emerged from the docking area, Aksai’s eyes widened in amazement. The city was a sprawling metropolis of towering skyscrapers, neon lights, and bustling streets.

Advanced technology was seamlessly integrated into every aspect of life. Hovering vehicles zoomed by above him, and holographic advertisements flickered all around.

“This place is incredible,” Aksai murmured to himself.

He started to explore, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. From the high-tech marketplaces filled with exotic goods to the bustling streets alive with people from all walks of life, everything was worth taking into account.

Aksai marveled at the advanced infrastructure, the innovative technology, and the diverse inhabitants of the city.

He wandered through the bustling marketplaces, observing how people interacted with the technology around them. Holographic displays, automated vendors, and various high-tech gadgets were a common sight.

As Aksai’s clone sifted through the memories of his predecessor, a clearer picture of this new world, Acarnis, began to form. He learned that the city he had stumbled into was named Rogalia, one of the newer metropolises built after a devastating invasion by “aliens” 300 years ago.

The city of Rogalia was always under the watchful eye of a spectral barrier, part of the world government’s extensive defense system against the “outsiders.”

Rogalia was established by the survivors of the first invasion within the region who decided to band together after their respective townships and communities were destroyed. Aksai remembered how his first clone had explored one of the destroyed townships that fell in the first wave of invasion.

“Ah, that makes sense,” Aksai muttered to himself, piecing together why the first clone had been attacked by the armored man and woman so quickly. They must have mistaken him for one of these “outsiders” from the past invasion. “Great, just what I needed – being labeled as an alien invader,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

As the evening approached, Aksai knew he needed to find a place to hide. The city enforced a strict curfew at night, and he didn’t want another run-in with those drones.

Spotting a modest house on the edge of Rogalia, he decided it was the perfect place to take shelter.

With the stealth and precision of a seasoned cultivator, Aksai scaled the side of the house, peering into a second-story window. Seeing no signs of movement, he carefully jimmied the window open and slipped inside. The room was small and cluttered, a typical lived-in space, with clothes strewn about and personal items on the dresser.

“Apologies, whoever lives here,” Aksai whispered, closing the window behind him.

He moved through the house quietly, making sure not to disturb anything. The living room was cozy, with a large, worn sofa and a bookshelf filled with novels and family photos. He noticed the time on a wall clock—curfew would begin in just a few minutes.

Settling into a dark corner of the living room, Aksai stayed vigilant. He had chosen this particular house because the occupants were not home—probably still out working or running errands before the curfew.

He heard the hum of drones patrolling the streets outside, their lights casting eerie shadows through the windows. Aksai knew he couldn’t afford to be detected again. He stayed still, listening to the sounds of the city winding down for the night.

His thoughts wandered back to the invasion and the formation of the world government. What kind of power did these “outsiders” wield? And why had they attacked this world in the first place? More importantly, how could he prevent them from identifying him as one of the invaders?

***

It was very easy for the second clone to hide his presence.

Aksai, now camouflaged as a houseplant, stood silently in the living room, observing the cozy surroundings. The soft hum of drones patrolling the streets outside became background noise as he blended seamlessly into the corner. He had just settled in when the door to the house creaked open.

A couple entered, chatting softly with their young son walking between them.

The boy, no more than 10 years old, was a bundle of energy, his eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.

The parents appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties, dressed in casual clothes but with an air of sophistication that suggested a life immersed in the high-tech culture of Acarnis.

“Did you have fun at school today, Theo?” the mother asked, smiling down at her son.

“Yes, Mama! I’m doing well in my studies,” Theo replied enthusiastically, his small voice carrying through the room.

“And how is your Aether cultivation going?” the father inquired, ruffling the boy’s hair.

Theo’s face lit up with pride. “My teacher did some tests today. She said I’ll be able to awaken my Aether Wisp soon!”

The parents exchanged pleased looks. “That’s wonderful news, Theo,” the mother said, crouching down to hug her son. “You must continue to study hard. Aether cultivation is very important.”

The father nodded in agreement. “Once you awaken your Aether Wisp, you’ll need to focus on your training. It will help you in many ways, both in your studies and in life.”

Aksai listened intently, absorbing every word while maintaining his disguise. This was valuable information. He learned that children in Acarnis were introduced to Aether cultivation from a young age, and the process of awakening their Aether Wisps was a significant milestone.

The family moved to the kitchen, their voices growing fainter but still audible to Aksai.

Over the next few days, he remained hidden in plain sight, continuing to act like a houseplant.

He observed the family’s routines, their conversations, and their interactions, gaining a deeper understanding of the world he found himself in.

From what he gathered, Acarnis was a realm where the path to power lay in the cultivation of the mind and the mysterious essence known as Aether.

This high-tech, advanced society seamlessly blended modern technology with mystical practices, creating a unique environment where cutting-edge devices harnessed Aether to enhance daily life.