I Am Unstoppable

Jonathan had an excellent memory.

After all, only someone exceptionally smart could cultivate himself to achieve the level of Nascent Soul.

Soon after Jonathan woke up, Lailah woke up as well.

“What did you dream of?” she asked him first.

“I heard a lot of prayers. I don't understand them, but I memorized all of them.”

“I heard them too and also committed them to memory. Come, let's go and see Professor Horowitz.”

Jonathan nodded.

With that, both of them left the Crying Wall.

Just like before, it was already five in the morning.

Driving hard through the night, both of them arrived at Peace River Hospital an hour later, right at the break of dawn.

They met Ranen again inside the ward.

“Professor Horowitz, hold back your questions first. We need your assistance to translate a few sentences,” Jonathan requested.

Despite his curiosity, Ranen cast it aside for the time being. “Go on.”

Jonathan regurgitated everything he had memorized.

Ranen's expression turned slightly grim. “Where did you hear it from?”

“In my dream! Lailah and I went to the Crying Wall where we had a dream. In my dream, these words kept echoing in my head, so I remembered them. What do they say?”

“It's the lament of an old Yartranian called Frank. He tells of the injustice he had suffered at the hands of the Anglandurns.”

“What did he say in verbatim?”

“Dear God, I'm your humble worshipper, Frank. That d*mn Anglandurn stole my money pouch and accused me of stealing his. I reported it to the police, but they took his side and told me to leave their country. Oh God, it's not our desire to stay in someone else's country. But since our homeland is no more, tell me what I should do.”

Jonathan proceeded to recite another segment.

Ranen translated, “Dear God, I'm your faithful servant, Helenia, and have come from Ustrana. Those wretched Ustranasions stopped us from buying land, while those evil Jupiterians hate us to the core. We, your homeless children, can only constantly dream of returning to your side.”

After that, Jonathan repeated another verse.

It was a prayer from excited Yartranians who were heading to Pandera. Their people had been fleeing persecution for two thousand years.

After Jonathan finished, Lailah did the same with hers.

Among the prayers that they shared was one that belonged to a terrorist.

“Dear God, our plans to blow ourselves up together with the train are ready. With many Zaeworans and Ustranasions on it, the blood on our hands will flow like rivers. Nonetheless, we have no fear, for our goal is to rebuild our homeland. Dear God, please forgive me for what I'm going to do,” Ranen translated for Jonathan and Lailah.

Most of the translated verses consisted of prayers belonging to the Yartranian diaspora. They were either repenting in front of God or had something to ask of Him.

Despite coming from different periods in history, their prayers left an imprint on the magnetic field of the Crying Wall.

That was the reason Jonathan and Lailah could remember them too.

In their dreams, their empty minds had acted like a video camera that captured the records in the magnetic field.

In truth, Yartranians had gone through a very tough time.

Two thousand years ago, they had lost their homeland and had been forced to wander the earth, for they could not adapt themselves to the Jupiterians.

That aside, Jonathan and Lailah were still perplexed over their inability to locate the Sinai Bible.

The Crying Wall, as a lead, yielded no further information.

Thus, their only option left was to focus their efforts on the Third Sacred Temple.

However, both of them had no clue as to where to start.

Ranen, as a Yartranian, felt emotional about it. He said, “Yartranians cannot be described as tragic or pitiful. Do you know what the appropriate adjective should be?”

Jonathan and Lailah were slightly taken aback. Jonathan then guessed, “How about resilient? The Yartranians are indeed resilient people.”

Ranen replied, “You can say that. Despite being discriminated against, persecuted, and even massacred, we are willing to go to extreme ends to rebuild our homeland. Everything that we do, we do it for our faith. Based on the Yartranian religion, all of us—no matter where we are in the world—will swarm back to our homeland to rebuild it. That is the Yartranian spirit for you!”

At that moment, Jonathan had a new understanding of the Yartranians. All this while, he was well aware of how intelligent they were since the people have historically won more than twenty internationally prestigious awards for groundbreaking research.

Despite all that, Jonathan and Lailah were still wrecking their brains on where to look for the Sinai Bible.

We have not only checked the Crying Wall and the Holy Boulder but also confirmed the existence of the Sinai Bible through our dreams. But now, what should we do next? Where do we find the Sinai Bible? And where is the Third Sacred Temple located? We still have no leads on them yet.

Even Ranen could not provide any further clues.

After leaving another Spirit Gathering Pill with Ranen, Jonathan and Lailah left the hospital.

By the time they stepped out, the sky was already bright.

With the morning sun shining on the hospital grounds, its rays pierced through the tree foliage, throwing tattered shadows on the ground.

Lailah was dispirited.

Previously, when both of them still had high hopes for their search, they could enjoy themselves and have a good night's sleep.

Unfortunately, they had now run into a dead end with their search.

As for Jonathan, he was relatively more ambivalent about the situation.

After having breakfast outside the hospital, Jonathan drove both of them back to the hotel.

No sooner had they driven out than Lailah suggested, “I suddenly feel like going for a walk instead of going back. Why don't you head back without me?”