"Let’s stop for a while."
Pausing the training session, Nash stepped back to take the call.
Not wanting to pry into Nash’s private matter, William stepped aside, focusing on processing the sparring match they had just had.
"What is it, Camilla?"
"What? Can’t I call you without needing sothing?"
"You can call anyti you want. I’m just curious why you’re calling now."
"Whatever. et in the virtual world. I’m at Velvet Café. I’ll send you the coordinates."
"Alright, I’ll co as soon as I can," Nash sighed.
Camilla was as bossy as ever. But thinking about the tier 1 sniper rifle and perfect armor she’d given him, Nash couldn’t bring himself to complain.
Ending the call, he walked over to William.
"Shall we continue sparring, boss?" William asked excitedly.
Just a little more, and he might finally defeat Nash’s simulation of the Silver King Wolf.
By then, he could finally start conquering the battle zones around Lantern Shelter.
"No, let’s stop for now. I’ve got sothing to do."
"Was it that call? Are you eting your girlfriend, boss?" William asked curiously.
He hadn’t heard their conversation, but based on the voice, he knew it was a girl.
"No, just a friend."
"A friend?" William said sarcastically, not believing a word of it.
From what he knew about Nash, unless sothing was important or against his principles, he wouldn’t turn down free void crystals.
With still an hour on the clock, Nash would be losing 10,000 of them.
"It’s just a friend. No need to overthink it," Nash said with a frown, noticing William’s sarcasm.
"Oh~, then good luck, boss! I hope you and this friend succeed! I’ll definitely show up to your wedding!" William said excitedly, thinking he was being clever.
When Nash and this supposed girl ’friend’ got married, the food would definitely not be simple.
Thinking about all the dishes his boss still hadn’t cooked for him, William nearly drooled.
"Alright, alright. I’m going. Focus on your training, not on gossip. In a week, I need you at Black Willow Shelter. Make sure you get there in ti."
"No problem! I’ll conquer Lantern Shelter in just a few days!"
"Good. I’m looking forward to it..."
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Virtual World – Velvet Café
Arriving at the coordinates Camilla sent, Nash scanned the area until he saw her.
"Here~" Camilla called, sitting beside a flowered fountain.
Seeing her in a white dress, playing with the water and fish as she waved him over, Nash couldn’t help but freeze.
Normally, she looked like an evil queen ready to burn him at the stake. But now, dressed like an angel, Nash felt like he was in an illusion.
"How’s my outfit?" Camilla stood up, twirling around as she showed it off.
"It’s good."
"Just good? Are you blind?" Camilla snapped, rolling her eyes.
"Ahem... I an beautiful," Nash corrected himself.
"Hmph. So, you do have so aesthetic sense in you. Co on, let’s go in. I already ordered our food."
"Hmm."
Snapping out of his daze, Nash followed her inside.
Once they had their drinks, Camilla started talking about life at the academy, her training, friends, the Dark Plane, and more.
She also ntioned her grandfather, who was too busy with his research, hoping to be certified as soon as possible to be a Tier 1 scientist.
Camilla also brought up Charlotte and Elijah. Because of their age, they were in a separate class, learning basic combat skills and solidifying their understanding of the world.
Listening to her speak, Nash couldn’t help but fall into a daze.
From his transmigration to the present, it seed like Camilla was constantly present in his life.
Although their first encounter was rough, everything now seed to have happened for a reason.
Nash even started to believe he hadn’t just transmigrated into a dead body, but had rely regained his mories.
The trigger for this change, he suspected, was his body being so starved that it activated a self-preservation chanism.
Outrageous as the idea sounded, it felt more believable than being transmigrated into a new world.
With the power and authority he now held, Nash had tracked down every piece of information he could about his predecessor—but found nothing.
Aside from an orphanage that was later destroyed, his supposed past self had no record, no trail, like he had just popped into existence.
This is what made him question whether he was truly a transmigrator or a reincarnated one.
And then there was Camilla, who seed like a puppet of fate.
From awakening his mories to guiding him until he could stand on his own, she had been there at every crucial mont.
Even Arthur, their grandfather, felt like divine intervention. The man had given him a legal identity solid enough to stand up to any scrutiny on Earth.
Everything seed too coincidental that Nash even began to doubt his own existence.
Even his mories of his previous life were starting to blur.
Aside from the skills and knowledge he acquired, the familiar faces of his family, friends, and lovers all turned blank.
"Just who am I?" Nash wondered, dazed.
Was his past life even real? Had he actually lived it?
Closing his senses to the outside world, Nash began to analyze everything.
As he’d always said, his greatest strength wasn’t his runic space or mories—it was his ability to see patterns, make connections, and break down information to the smallest and biggest entry.
As mory after mory flashed through his mind, from birth to every life event. He began sorting through them, splicing each pattern, and connecting every clue.
Eventually, one truth beca clear: His "past life" was fake, a fabricated set of mories designed solely to develop his skills.
That ant his earlier theory was partly right.
He had always existed in this reality. The so-called transmigration was just a trigger that reactivated the false mories.
As for who or what orchestrated this?
Nash narrowed it down to three possibilities:
An unknown power in the dark,
The will of the universe,
And... his parents.
Yes, his parents. Despite the rest of his mories feeling artificial, the mories of them were the clearest.
Although their faces were blurred, the love, the warmth, and the happiness he felt were too real to be a re illusion.
Although they had vanished from this dream once he began pursuing his path, the emotions they left behind were engraved deep in his soul.
"Mom... Dad... Who are you really? Why did you put here?"
While Nash couldn’t prove any of it, deep down, sothing in his heart told him he was right.
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