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[What's going on, Mordremoth's sneak attack?]

This was Vincent's last thought before he lost consciousness.

He was so dark, and I don't know how long it took for him to wake up and turn around.

What greeted him was a familiar interface, nothing else, the login screen for the game's plane journey.

The scene in front of him made Vincent's heart feel as if he had completely sunk into an endless dark abyss, and he clicked, selected, cut off the energy, opened the game cabin door, got up, and exited the cabin.

One last step towards the small bathroom, Vincent walked around with glazed eyes.

All of this was exactly the same as his own residence ten years ago in his memory, with many traces of dilapidation, and it felt as if he had stepped back in time.

But the more this happened, the more Vincent felt that he had no love, as if he didn't even know where his soul was going.

Soon, Vincent, who was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his forehead was constantly cold and sweaty, stood trembling in front of the bathroom bust mirror.

His hands snapped, and he slapped on the mirror motionless, and at the same time leaned forward slightly, bringing his face closer to the mirror again.

The man in the mirror looked peerless and young, but his bloodshot eyes and pale face added a bit of horror to him out of thin air.

"Haha...... Woo."

Finally, when I saw my own Vincent ten years ago, I collapsed.

He cried and laughed, like a madman.

"Ten years?!Are you trying to tell me that my memories of those ten years are just an unrealistic dream?"

Vincent gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, his eyes staring fiercely at himself in the mirror, like a fierce beast that chooses people to devour, his expression hideous and exaggerated.

However, on Vincent's seemingly vicious face, crystal tears fell one after another.

He didn't believe it was true, and he remembered very well that he had entered the new world of Mordremoth through the dream of the Pale Mother Tree.

"It's just an illusion, Mordremoth, you wait for me. ”

Vincent hinted at himself, further strengthening his resolve, as he raised his right hand and wiped away his tears.

Vincent, who no longer shed tears, turned on the faucet, bent over and lowered his head, and then held the cold water in both hands and covered his face, intending to wash everything away and sober himself.

But for some reason, while he kept admonishing himself, he had a terrible and unbelievable thought, which was growing slowly but stubbornly.

[If I let Mordremoth not kill, wait and regain the Abyss, will I be able to know why I came to Tria?]

The more Vincent thought about it, the more he felt that this was a very ideal idea, and since there was a considerable time difference between dreams and reality, so why should he spend a little more time.

In particular, when he recalled all kinds of regrets in the past, he had the idea of making amends.

Even if it's all just a dream.

Determined, Vincent no longer wonders if it was a dream, or if the ten years he had lived through were all illusory.

Everything only needs to wait until he obtains the abyss again, and at that time, everything will inevitably be revealed.

However, Vincent, who had just prepared for a protracted war, suddenly remembered a rather real problem.

Whether he had to go to the job he had to go to or not, after all, that was the most important job for his future.

As a result, Vincent thought about it and finally chose to give up, and with ten years of gaming memory, he didn't need to work for that meager salary.

Just by buying and selling for the game market, he can easily earn carefree credits for the rest of his life.

Thinking about it this way, Vincent felt much more comfortable in his heart, and with the presence of the target as a guiding light, he was no longer confused.

Vincent turned off the faucet, grabbed a towel from the mirror, and held it up with both hands to dry his wet face. But just as he was halfway there, a sudden doorbell rang.

Vincent, who heard the noise, was stunned for a moment, then quickly threw the soaked towel back into the distance, walked to the door in three or two steps, and checked through the screen next to the door to see who it was.

It's just that as soon as he saw the person, his whole face instantly became gloomy, as if he was approaching the eve of a storm, and he recalled the other party's past determination and his own weakness, and suddenly his heart throbbed.

[Do you want to taste that taste again?]

The doorbell rang non-stop, and Vincent's left hand rested on the doorknob, hesitant and a little overwhelmed.

Perhaps the visitor saw that Vincent had not come to open the door for a long time, so he stopped ringing the doorbell, and instead put his cheek to the observation port, and his eyes were wide open, and he was full of incomprehension.

What she was puzzled about was that usually Wen Xin at this time would run over to help her open the door as soon as she heard the doorbell, but today she didn't know what was going on, and she didn't respond for a long time, could it be......

Thinking that some accident might happen, the girl immediately panicked, but instead of shouting anxiously like a normal woman, she took out the contact device from her backpack with extra calmness, preparing to contact the supervisor in charge of the security of this area.

Vincent, who saw all this clearly from one end of the screen, had to let out a long sigh, then pressed down with his left hand, choosing to open the door.

With a "click", the door slowly opened, revealing a gap, and the girl who heard the sound subconsciously looked up, and the pressing action in her hand also stopped at the same time.

When the door was half-opened, Vincent's figure appeared in a dark corner of the public hallway where the light could not shine.

When the girl saw that the person who opened the door was Vincent, she instantly pursed her pink cherry lips, and her petite body squeezed in between Vincent and the door.

She stood by the shoe cabinet by the door, took off her shoes and put on slippers, and said in a somewhat reproachful and coquettish tone: "Brother Wen, what are you doing? ”

However, when she had bent down to change her shoes and set them up, and straightened up, she saw Vincent still standing in that corner, with the door not closed, not even the light in the room.

"Brother Wen, what's wrong with you. ”

Seeing Vincent's unusual behavior, the girl was afraid that something would happen to him, so she hurriedly closed the door and pressed the switch of the living room light.

After doing all this, she hurried up to Vincent again, slightly raised her little head, and stared at him with big black eyes, her eyes full of worry about him.

Vincent lowered his head slightly, looking down at the girl, his nose sniffing the smell that belonged to her, and a sense of distance as if he was in a different world spontaneously.

Vincent had been trying to get her out of his mind ever since they were separated, but who could have done it completely, without a trace.

For the girl's choice at that time, Vincent blamed himself in addition to self-blame.