The sensation was fleeting yet sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where my past should have been. A beautiful face I once loved... now just grains of sand slipping through my fingers.

All I had left was my name: Clark.
This oblivion was nothing like sleep; it was drowning. I had just broken the surface, gasping for air. My head throbbed with a dull ache. I wore rusty armor, heavy and cold. I forced my eyes open to a small campsite—and the first thing I saw was him. A man. Something deep in my gut twisted with unease.

He sat beside a faint fire, staring at the stars. A cold breeze rustled through the trees, but it couldn't mask the pungent smell hanging in the air: blood. Beside me lay a corpse—mutilated, unrecognizable. Friend or foe? I didn't know.

The man glanced toward me. His voice was disturbingly calm:
"Don't bother reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him. Found him like this with an empty bottle."

Ignoring the dizziness, I pushed myself up, my hand still gripping the sword's hilt. My voice came out as a harsh rasp:
"Who are you? What is this place?"

He didn't even flinch:
"Name's Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only other thing still breathing. So I dragged you here."
He paused, his cool demeanor cracking for a moment:
"I was hoping you'd have answers. About me. About any of this."

His words froze me:
"What do you mean, 'about you'?"

He looked down, weighed down by the words:
"I don't know. I've lost... everything. All I have left is instinct. The need to survive. That's it."

I hesitated, then slowly sat near the fire, keeping my distance:
"I don't trust you. But... I'm in the same damned situation. I don't know who I am either."

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Clark turned with a murderous gaze. The great door was twenty meters away, and from it entered a man with a familiar face.


• "I didn't expect you to have the guts to steal like this!"


Clark looked at him coldly, pretending not to know him. After all, there was no information in Johan's real memories about Jin. Naturally, he would also pretend not to know him.


• "Who are you, young man? And how dare you accuse me of stealing?"


• "Forgive me, Lord Johan, if I unintentionally insulted you, but I entered my private storage and found nothing."


•"This is completely illogical for whoever entered. I request your help."


• "This fool has changed! Previously, if someone acted arrogantly towards him, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them."


•"After all, that's his hobby: killing."


•"I'm not saying this as an observer, but maturing like this makes him more dangerous."


Chapter 77 - Working Under His Hand!!!