The Inhumans’ Future Lies on the Moon

Back on Earth, breathing fresh air again, the sky and sea instantly seemed vast and open. It felt much better.

"Elektra, fly us back to New York."

The Quinjet took off and headed for New York.

Old Wang found his phone and turned it on. A string of notification chimes immediately rang out.

On closer inspection, there were over three hundred missed calls, along with even more text messages.

Most were from Egghead and Skye, while some came from Fitz, Simmons, Tony, and others.

Old Wang went through them one by one.

Egghead’s messages were mostly about S.H.I.E.L.D. More than a dozen asked Old Wang to provide additional Resurrection Serum, along with a complete set of Brain Mapping and Memory Upload equipment, saying the price was negotiable… Old Wang could not be bothered to keep reading and deleted them all.

Skye’s messages were mostly things like "When are you coming back?" "I miss you," and "I’m so lonely and bored by myself." The last few were more useful: her mother had awakened and had her memories altered. The family of three was now getting along harmoniously, and Jia Ying often mentioned Old Wang, leaving an excellent impression of him.

Fitz and Simmons’s messages were generally progress reports on their projects, along with several complaints that there were too many projects and too few people. They indirectly asked when the top scientists would arrive.

As for Tony, the guy was simply bored out of his mind. Every single text was him showing off.

Things like, "The Mark 8 blueprints are finished, and its overall performance has improved by 30%," "I wiped out another terrorist base and saved hundreds of people," and "The girl running the burger shop looks pretty good, and feels pretty good too." Completely pointless.

The Framework was not finished yet, Veronica was not dealt with yet, Stark Tower had not been completed yet, and what about the Sky Carrier and the Cosmic Cube? Were they done? Why the hell did you have so much free time?

Closing his eyes to rest, Old Wang shut out all distractions and entered a state of unity between man and nature.

Who knew how much time passed before the fuselage trembled slightly.

Old Wang opened his eyes.

They had arrived at The Laboratory.

The first thing he saw after getting off the plane was neither Skye nor Simmons, but the Crimson Magic Belt.

The thing flew over and rubbed itself against Old Wang’s face. It was somehow still wet, with some unidentified liquid that carried a faint perfume scent. Chanel or Lancôme?

It had better not be cologne.

"Get lost."

Old Wang casually brushed it aside. The Crimson Magic Belt hurriedly gave itself a shake, flinging away every last drop of liquid. It became silky smooth again before wrapping around Old Wang’s waist and turning into a gleaming calfskin belt.

"Wang."

With a tremor in the air, Skye descended from above and landed before Old Wang.

"You’ve improved." Old Wang stroked Skye’s face and sent a thread of True Qi into her body. He found that her body had become sturdier, while her vibration frequencies had gradually begun to integrate and unify. Her control had improved considerably.

She could actually use vibrations to leap from the Virtual Laboratory to a spot over a hundred meters away without hurting herself. Not bad at all.

With strength like that, she should be able to win people over.

A man and a woman walked behind them hand in hand. It was Carl and Jia Ying.

One monster and one Inhuman, a pair of pitiable people who had suffered countless hardships. Their faces were now full of happiness. Some memories truly should be forgotten; keeping them would only bring pain.

"Wang, Gordon came several more times, but the Crimson Magic Belt drove him away."

Holding Old Wang’s arm, Skye said, "Also… Mom wants Dad and me to go to Afterlife with her. She’s used to living there, and she’s the leader of the Inhumans. She can’t just ignore matters over there."

Old Wang moved his arm slightly, sensing the unconscious vibrations in the outside world, and smiled. "As she should… Tomorrow, I’ll go to Afterlife with you."

There were too many matters to handle. Old Wang decided to resolve the issue of Afterlife first.

Then he would consider everything else.

Skye was somewhat surprised that Old Wang had agreed. After hesitating, she asked, "Wang, you definitely won’t live in Afterlife, right?"

Old Wang nodded.

The universe was so vast. I want to see it.

Skye fell silent for two seconds before saying, "The Framework isn’t finished yet, and I can’t leave either."

"Then let them have some time alone. With Gordon around, they can come see you anytime."

With a wave of his hand, Old Wang removed the teleportation blockade barrier and looked at Carl and Jia Ying. "Mr. Johnson, Ms. Jia Ying, I’d like to talk to you about Afterlife and the Inhumans. There are some things I think you need to know… things concerning the future of the Inhumans."

The two exchanged a glance, and Jia Ying nodded.

The conference room.

The door was closed, and no one else was allowed inside.

Skye stood beside Old Wang, while Carl and Jia Ying sat across from them.

"Auntie, how much do you know about the Inhumans? I mean the history of the Inhumans." Old Wang asked.

The history of the Inhumans?

After thinking briefly, Jia Ying said, "Because I’ve lived so long, I’ve read every record in Afterlife, including some relevant accounts. Believe it or not, the Inhumans… are connected to aliens."

"More precisely, the Kree."

Old Wang recounted the Inhuman history he knew before saying, "Inhumans are descendants of Kree and humans. The Obelisks you use to activate your genes were not actually Kree creations… They were made by the Inhumans themselves."

"We call them Diviners."

A look of reminiscence appeared on Jia Ying’s face. "Afterlife has a very ancient piece of parchment. It’s a map, depicting a city that seems impossible to exist. It’s called…"

"Attilan."

Old Wang continued, "That ancient Inhuman city left Earth and flew to the moon amid the conflict between Inhumans and humans. It’s on the dark side of the moon. The Inhumans remaining on Earth, people like you, can only be considered a branch. The Inhumans’ true base is on the moon."

Jia Ying opened her mouth. It took her two minutes before she softly said, "I thought that was only a legend…"

"In the eyes of ordinary people, K’un-Lun is only a legend too."

Old Wang said, "Afterlife only has five Obelisks, which is why an awakened person can only appear every few years. The Terrigen Mist inside the Obelisks actually comes from Terrigen Crystals, and all Terrigen Crystals are in Attilan. That is where the future of the Inhumans lies."

"I need to think this through." Jia Ying was struggling to take in so much information at once.

This concerned the future of the Inhumans. Something so important naturally needed serious consideration, and she needed to discuss it with the elders of Afterlife.

Humans had disputes even among themselves. Three women made a drama, and the lunar Inhumans and Earth’s Inhumans had been separated for so many years. Setting aside how they would even get to the moon, once they got there, how would they make contact?

What was Attilan’s political structure?

Once contact was made, what attitude would Attilan take toward the Inhumans of Earth?

No matter how much Terrigen Mist Attilan had, it was still limited. When the time came, which side would receive priority?

There might be more awakened people on the moon, but Inhumans had intermarried with humans for a long time. There were actually more potential Inhumans on Earth, and the Terrigen Mist definitely would not be enough.

Too many monks, too little porridge. That was a hidden danger.

Besides, once the Inhumans grew stronger, what would they think of the humans who had driven them to the moon?

Every race had its ambitious people.

All of this needed careful consideration.

"Think it over first. Tomorrow, we’ll go to Afterlife together and resolve these matters completely." Old Wang smiled and took his leave.

Skye hurriedly followed.

They had been apart for so long. A brief separation made reunion feel like a honeymoon.

She could not wait any longer.

Early the next morning.

Old Wang opened a door, and the group arrived at Afterlife.

Space immediately rippled. Eyeless Gordon suddenly appeared, grabbed Jia Ying, and ran off, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Skye: "…"

My mom got snatched away?

Carl: "…"

My wife got snatched away by another man right in front of me?

Old Wang quickly held back the impulsive Skye and Carl, smiling. "Let’s look around first. I think Auntie will convince Gordon."

During the period right after Gordon awakened, Jia Ying had been the one to stay with him. In Gordon’s heart, Jia Ying was not only the woman he loved, but also like his mother. Blind Monk had a mother complex.

He would not listen to the elders, but he would definitely listen to Jia Ying.

Sure enough.

Less than two hours later, Gordon appeared with Jia Ying.

Blind Monk clearly held a deep grudge against Old Wang, and his attitude was far from friendly.

"I’m sorry, but I may need some time to convince the Council of Elders… You cannot stay here. There are other people in the council who are hostile toward you. They don’t welcome outsiders."

Jia Ying said apologetically, "Little Wang, the future of the Inhumans can only be decided by Inhumans, so…"

"Don’t worry, I won’t interfere." Old Wang smiled.

Although he wanted to obtain the strength of the Inhumans, he was not especially invested in it.

The Inhumans’ strongest combatant was Black Bolt, one of the most powerful Super Heroes, someone immensely strong. Old Wang had little confidence that he could subdue someone like that. His desire to have Afterlife contact Attilan was merely an idle move—

It did not matter if he gained nothing from it.

"Wang, I want to stay in Afterlife and keep them company."

Skye said quietly, "Just for a few days."

"Alright." Old Wang opened a door and returned to The Laboratory.