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Curse of immortality

  From that fateful day on, Glenn had no ties with anyone; he and his sister had cut all ties, and they were strangers from then on.

  In his solitude, Glenn had continued to live as a researcher. He continued to try to decipher the very reason for the existence of these caves: why did they appear? When did they come from? Perhaps even, where did they come from?

  In the years that followed, he would get up early in the morning and stay until late at night to accomplish this task. Strangely enough, he was never really tired, although he did feel a bit tired from time to time.

  The years went by, and he never changed a bit, always looking like a 17-year-old, even though he was four or five times his age.

  After a while, he was even past retirement age, and his energy was still at its peak.

  He wasn't kidding himself any more; it had been years since he'd noticed this drastic change in his body—he wasn't just invincible, he was immortal. He couldn't hurt himself, let alone die.

  At first, he was excited and thrilled at the idea of living his life as he wished without the constraints of time.

  But there were many limits to this immortality. Glenn, to his great dismay, felt all the pain, so he couldn't act unconsciously. So wherever he went, he was called a monster by some and a divine messenger by others, because no matter how much time passed, there was no sign of old age or death.

  Fortunately, however, since their failure the last time, the government had not acted unconsciously; they sometimes tried things like poison or assassination by a sniper.

  They no longer saw Glenn as a subject to be experimented on but rather as a target to be shot, too dangerous to be left alive.

  Of course, none of their actions ever worked. Glenn simply couldn't die.

  As time went by, years and decades passed, and Glenn regretted his initial excitement. He was besieged every day by journalists and members of the public who wanted to see the man, who still looked young after so much time.

  Imagine being alone for decades with no family, no social contacts, and just... nothing.

  Despite the peace, he felt now that he was detached from everything. In reality, it was just an emptiness that was impossible to fill. After a while, he didn't even want to look for the answer to these questions.

  He just wandered aimlessly through the world.

  Over time, people forgot about Glenn; hundreds of years had passed. Occasionally, people recognized him, but that was all. He gradually disappeared under the radar, living a vagabond life.

  The state of the earth had become deplorable, the climate had intensified to a phenomenal degree, and the daily heat had become horrible. As natural selection took its course, large numbers of humans disappeared from the face of the earth.

  Human pollution had become so suffocating that the world itself was plunged into a dirty grey fog.

  It was difficult for ordinary people to breathe; everyone had to wear a mask in the streets, and old people couldn't even leave their homes. To be a little more precise, if someone went outside without a mask, they would quickly burn their lungs and die. Cool, isn't it?

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  In short, the world had become a dangerous place for anyone.

  As a result of this deplorable situation, land resources had practically all disappeared, including fish and animals in general, and no land was fertile. Food was exclusively synthetic.

  Mosquitoes were disappearing; anyone might think that mosquitoes were useless, but in fact, they played a vital role in the ecosystem, although it was now out of kilter. In short, without mosquitoes, there would be no humans.

  Mosquitoes fed animals and pollinated plants, both of which fed human beings. In short, without mosquitoes, there would be no food and therefore no humans.

  Fortunately, or not, given the state of the planet, humans have succeeded in creating synthetic food to keep the human race alive.

  The plants, too, were dying little by little; the trees were dying without interruption, and, as a result, the air was getting poorer and poorer every year.

  Glenn lived in this environment.

  A few hundred more years passed, and a war broke out.

  Glenn, who lived far away from all the turmoil, didn't understand the reasons for the war; he just knew that they were arguing about a method of saving one part of humanity at the cost of another.

  The two sides fought merciless battles, very often at the cost of the deaths of the greatest number. Glenn had been lucky enough to witness these battles on more than one occasion. He had the impression of seeing archaic battles where people fought with swords and shields.

  Instead, they were fighting with knives, iron bars, crowbars, golf clubs, and the like. They looked like barbarians; they had lost everything that made them human.

  Hundreds of years later, with half the human race decimated, they decided to stop fighting and concentrate on the survival of the species.

  Sometime later, hundreds of bunkers were spread around the world, housing the entire population.

  Glenn had the opportunity to approach one of these bunkers and was lucky enough to meet an exploration team on the way, who called him a monster due to the fact that he could survive in the ecosystem while they wore suits and masks.

  Not necessarily wanting to cause more harm to a population that had just recovered from war, Glenn left without causing any problems.

  "Well, I'll have a chance to come another time."

  In the end, he was alone in an environment hostile to all life. He was in pain too, because he could feel every kind of pain without dying, and because his senses were heightened, well, he was in a lot of pain.

  The pollution obscuring his vision, the scorching heat, the toxic air Everything was designed to make a person die.

  But not Glenn. He was still alive in the middle of this desert of death. He could do nothing but walk, and sleep, and That was all; he could do nothing else. Nothing was as exciting as he'd wanted it to be.

  The only thing that changed, though, was the madness that permeated Glenn's heart. He slowly went mad, talking to himself, laughing to himself, and sometimes even talking to the corpses that littered the old battlefields.

  Well, when you've had nothing to do for so long and you're in constant pain, it's quite normal to become like that.

  Occasionally, he would pull himself together and laugh at his own stupidity. Anyone who saw him from a distance would have taken him for a madman, even though there was no one there to see him.

  And so several hundred thousand years passed. Glenn lay on the ground, contemplating the sun that had just reappeared after several thousand years.

  Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, Glenn smiled.

  "Haaa, the air is so clean, the grass is so soft... Isn't this what people used to call happiness?"

  Glenn could almost hear a bird singing to accompany his beautiful morning. Everything was just perfect.

  He was currently located near a bunker; over time, no one came out of the bunkers any more, hiding as much as possible from the ground situation. But now the air was clear again, the waters were no longer polluted, and the heat had dropped considerably. Nature was back in its place. In short, it was the perfect time for humans to return.

  Glenn looked at the bunker in the distance and smiled wildly.

  "This is it!"

  The bunker door opened, revealing a few people.

  Humans were coming back after hundreds or thousands of years.

  Glenn was excited; how would they react to the sight of him? Was he still speaking the same languages?

  Glenn was delighted to see that at least they still looked human.

  Glenn was happy, not knowing that a cataclysm was about to strike the earth with unimaginable force.

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