【Lunk】About the incident of time travelling into the arms of male ghost (1-7)

【伦克】关于穿越到男鬼1怀里这件事

【Lunk】About the incident of traveling through time and space into the arms of male ghost

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Summary: Zhou Mingrui traveled through time.

When the time traveler, who was awakened by the pain, opened his eyes, what he saw was not the ceiling, but an extremely beautiful face with a pair of wolf ears on his head.

The good news is that there is a lap pillow service as soon as you cross over; the bad news is that the person providing the service is a man, and a man who has the words "I am expensive and I am not easy to mess with" written all over him no matter how you look at him.

Can anyone tell me if this time travel is wrong? Did I travel to Love and XX? ? If it is a time travel, should you have a heroine? ? ?

——by: Zhou Mingrui, a time traveler who tries to regain his straight male identity.

Instructions: 1. Lunke only, the rest are all CBs, a story where Klein is hugged by the male demon wolf Zhenshenlun as soon as he lands. HE is guaranteed.

2. It is full of OOC and blind eating of fish. Crows will eat your brains (whisper). The plot is partly private. I haven't read the ring. It is a semi-original world view. The non-original part is a special setting related to the world line.

3. It is not a dream literature, nor is it a prank by the God of Heaven.

4. There is a lethal dose of PTSD male ghost, it's really weird, don't enter if you don't like it. I opened this article just to give out XP, read with me, male ghost 1 is good!

Chapter 1

Zhou Mingrui woke up in pain.

The pain came suddenly, as if the devil's claws were poking into his temple, stirring it vigorously, and then pulling out his brain bit by bit. Zhou Mingrui subconsciously wanted to curl up, but his body was like being possessed by a ghost and couldn't move at all. Zhou Mingrui struggled for a few times and had to try to move only his hands. This time he was not blocked. Zhou Mingrui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to raise his hand to cover his temple to resist the severe pain - and he really did so.

But just when Zhou Mingrui tried his best and stretched out his hand to press his cheek, the pain suddenly disappeared. The programmer was stunned, and the severe pain was gone suddenly. Only a gentle coolness slowly seeped down Zhou Mingrui's skin, soothing his nerves that were about to spasm.

In this sudden transition from extreme pain to pleasure, the programmer's hands lost strength and he almost groaned. The hand that was originally intended to press on his temple fell straight down, but did not hit his cheek.

——Zhou Mingrui's hand fell on the back of another person's hand. That person's skin had a comfortable coolness that made people want to close their eyes and take a nap.

Almost instinctively, crave for that coolness, Zhou Mingrui's fingers groped up and down, he soon felt that it was not just one hand, but a pair of hands. The hands were also wider than he imagined. The back half of the palm covered his temples on both sides, and the front half was enough to cover Zhou Mingrui's eyes. The remaining ten fingers had to be interlaced along the curve of his nose before they could be put down.

I thought it was just a simple nightmare, but I was treated like this. Zhou Mingrui thought vaguely, his fingers stayed on his right eye, and he pressed his palm down to let his brain be better soaked in the coolness. The hands were pressed down obediently, pressing Zhou Mingrui's eyebrows even tighter.

That is, aren't these hands a little too big? Although I can tell from the touch that the skin and contours are very good, I am not interested in Mrs. Hachisha. That is clearly the XP of the colleague next door...

Zhou Mingrui continued to complain in his heart, letting his thoughts run wild. The gentle coolness soaked into his brain, and the programmer, who had been having troubles recently, sighed comfortably. Thinking of tomorrow's work, he prayed that this good dream could continue for a while, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

Before Zhou Mingrui was completely captured by sleep and dreams, he heard a cluster of sounds, the sound of fabric rubbing, something approaching him, something cooler than skin hung on his neck, and soon slid down like a silk thread - Zhou Mingrui knew what was hanging down, it was hair! - The owner of the hair, no, it should be said that the owner of the hands bowed his head and gently sniffed Zhou Mingrui.

Zhou Mingrui was so frightened that he almost woke up instantly after thinking about countless horror movie titles. Even though he knew that what he would see when he opened his eyes was either Sadako or something similar, his desire to survive still made him open his eyes immediately. The hand covering his eyes also moved away in time, creating a perfect view for him.

——Zhou Mingrui opened his eyes in a new world, and what he saw was an overly perfect face pressing towards him.

The programmer realized belatedly that he was lying on someone else's thighs in a knee-pillow position that only appeared in the second dimension. The owner of the thigh lowered his head to look at him, and his long black hair hung straight down to Zhou Mingrui's body. If someone could take a picture from another angle, this would definitely be a perfect composition that would get 100,000 likes on Weibo.

But for an ordinary programmer, a rare straight man in Sichuan, Zhou Mingrui only felt creepy.

——Because the man who provided him with a lap pillow, although he had a face so handsome that even his peers could only sigh and say that heaven had not given him such a handsome face, could not hide one fact.

That is, he is a man.

Men really can't do that, no matter how good-looking they are.

Zhou Mingrui's extremely delicate straight male nerves, which had been honed in Sichuan, immediately started to work. He almost forgot why he was in a man's arms and who this man was. His first reaction was to do a carp jump to break free from the knee pillow position. He tried to stand up twice, but found that his body did not move at all.

Still unwilling to give up, Mr. Zhou Mingrui had to find another way out. He looked around in panic. Zhou Mingrui soon found that he was not in his bedroom, but in a completely unfamiliar, overly simple room with Western classical furnishings. The man who provided him with lap pillow service was the most out of place in the whole room. He looked very expensive at first glance, and he was more than enough to be an SSR in an otome game.

If this kind of person wanted to kidnap an ordinary straight male programmer like me, he wouldn't take me to such a place. Zhou Mingrui tried to use his brain: And when I just looked out, was the moon hanging in the sky red? Oh no, I didn't travel through time, did I? Then this man is my initial card? So why is he a man? !

Perhaps because he had not escaped from the embrace of this initial male SSR, the familiar coolness came over him again, and Zhou Mingrui calmed down a little uncontrollably. Fragments of his memories began to surface, revealing another life for him. That was the life of Klein Moretti.

——It seems that I really traveled through time. Zhou Mingrui thought desperately, even the novice gift pack was distributed, but why was it me?

The immobile traverser could only look at the man who seemed to have the most information in the room, and he didn't know if he was his initial SSR. He soon met the man's eyes, and the man had a pair of green eyes that matched his face and were equally beautiful.

Those green eyes looked like glass that had been covered with cracks and dust for many years, and were so dull that they looked like inferior stones inlaid on a marble sculpture-like face. But the moment he saw him, the moment Zhou Mingrui looked at him, light flashed in those eyes, and soon, in just a few seconds, the man's eyes lit up.

If the man's movements were gentle before, but his dull glass eyes and his expression as cold as a doll made him look like a high and mighty statue, then now that his eyes had brightened, his expression softened, losing that sharp coldness, and he instantly showed a completely different style.

A kind of affectionate and excessive style that can make Zhou Mingrui's little 0 colleague clamp her legs together and make a straight man like Zhou Mingrui's hair stand on end.

It's over, Zhou Mingrui thought, it's all over.

What the hell did I end up on a film set? What the hell is this plot that gives me a strong sense of déjà vu? If it's not fucking, who are you, buddy? Don't look at me like that, you're so gay—

The time traveler who was unwilling to succumb to the otome plot struggled desperately for his chastity and sexual orientation this time, but just like before, he was still unable to move on the man's legs, and something firmly grasped his waist. The force was just right, ensuring that Zhou Mingrui would not hurt himself when struggling, and also ensuring that he would definitely not struggle out.

Zhou Mingrui had to raise his neck to look down at his waist, and as expected, he saw the man's hand. The man's hand in a pair of red gloves was holding his waist.

...Wait. Zhou Mingrui suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned his head and saw the man's other hands. The hands that had just covered his temples and eyes were used as ice by Klein. Bright red blood was flowing down the back of the man's hands, forming a sharp contrast with his extremely white skin.

Zhou Mingrui blinked blankly, and then he looked at the man's bleeding hand again, and recalled his half-awake memory to make sure that the back of the hand he touched at that time definitely did not have the texture of a glove. He couldn't help but raise his neck again, and saw the pair of red gloves that were almost welded to his waist and the arm connected to it.

Theoretically, the man's hands were covering his head, so what were the hands on his waist? If the hands with red gloves on his waist that prevented Zhou Mingrui from escaping were real, then what were the hands on the side of his face that were still bleeding? ?

With a bit of despair, the time traveler thought: What on earth is this guy? How many hands does he have? What kind of a world have I traveled to? ? ?

Just when Zhou Mingrui was still brainstorming, this man who he didn't know what he was or whether he came from the set of some otome game suddenly hugged him.

In his hands (I don't know how many hands there are), Zhou Mingrui doesn't look like a man weighing more than 100 pounds, but more like a large plush toy. The man easily bent Zhou Mingrui into a position that fits perfectly in his arms. The man held Zhou Mingrui's waist with one hand, his calves and ankles with another hand, and there were so many hands that could hold down the back of Zhou Mingrui's head, pressing him tightly against the man's neck.

The man's breathing was disordered, and his heartbeat was chaotic, as if he had been immersed in boundless fear for a long time. He could only find a little sense of security by putting their skin against each other, their chest against their chest, and their lips kissing the pulse on the side of their neck.

...It's okay, at least there's no male sweat smell.

The straight man who couldn't struggle could only think this way to make the best of a bad situation.

It was not enough to put himself and Zhou Mingrui together in a puzzle-like posture. The man's hand that was holding Zhou Mingrui's back of the head quickly supported Zhou Mingrui's side face, and he let Zhou Mingrui go a little. Zhou Mingrui finally saw a little hope. He was about to confess his identity as a time traveler to the man, when he saw the man's big head rubbing over.

Not knowing why the man's bones and ligaments were so good, or whether this was an advantage of being non-human, Zhou Mingrui looked desperately at the man who began to rub his face in a very awkward position. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to pull the man's hair to make him let go.

Zhou Mingrui had already used all his strength. If it was a normal person, he would have been holding his head and howling or had been bald. However, the man was not only motionless as if he had no sense of pain, but also focused on rubbing him. He couldn't even pull out a single hair of Zhou Mingrui. This was very insulting. After realizing that the attack of pulling hair was ineffective, Zhou Mingrui had to touch the man's back. He just scratched his hand twice randomly, and was rubbed by the man.

Subconsciously, in order to stabilize his center of gravity, Zhou Mingrui grabbed the most convenient object he could grab. Then, when he realized that the touch in his hand was not right, he used his vision to confirm what he had grabbed and the time traveler was stunned.

——Those were a pair of animal ears that should only appear in the second dimension. To be more precise, they were a pair of large black wolf ears. The hair was shiny and the ear bones stood upright.

The man with wolf ears, which should be a weakness in any work, was caught, but he was still like a painless rubbing machine. He rubbed and opened his mouth vaguely.

"Klein, Klein."

The vague, hot and humid breath repeatedly swept across Zhou Mingrui's face as the man's lips opened and closed and the tip of his nose rubbed. He called out the name of the life that the time traveler got from the memory fragments.

"You're finally here. I've finally waited for you... Klein, I've finally waited for you."

"No, buddy!"

Zhou Mingrui couldn't think any more, he desperately grabbed the ears of the animal-eared man who had at least three pairs of hands and pulled him back. It's not that I haven't thought about traveling through time, but I never thought it would be such a shocking plot in Jinjiang. The straight man said in self-abandonment.

"Is it possible? I am not the Klein you mentioned! Don't lick me! I am not the Klein you mentioned!!"

When saying this, Zhou Mingrui was prepared to be killed by an enraged gay man with animal ears, who knows what species, as a bad guy who had resurrected from the dead - time travelers in peacetime did not have a clear understanding of death, he was just frightened by the development of this nuclear emergency. If Zhou Mingrui could really calm down and make a choice, he might feel that compared with life, chastity is not something that cannot be lost.

But obviously, fate did not give Zhou Mingrui time to think calmly. With a little despair and a little relief, Zhou Mingrui could feel the man's rubbing against him stopped abruptly. The man finally stood up as Zhou Mingrui wanted, but the light in his green eyes did not cool down, but boiled even more fiercely. His three hands were still firmly stuck on Zhou Mingrui, making him unable to move at all.

He seemed to be a little calmer, at least he was no longer rubbing against Zhou Mingrui like a big dog, but for some reason, Zhou Mingrui had a feeling that the man had not calmed down at all: the evidence was that the man's hands on Zhou Mingrui not only showed no sign of loosening, but tightened even more as if he was afraid that Zhou Mingrui would run away.

Just when Zhou Mingrui was desperately thinking that what he encountered was not only the beginning of an otome game, but also that the male protagonist was a lunatic who didn't listen to anyone, the man suddenly seemed to remember something and opened his mouth.

"Oh, I forgot."

The man spoke slowly and softly. His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. His tone was as light as if he was in a dream, but every word he uttered hit Zhou Mingrui's heart heavily.

"I shouldn't call you Klein yet. I should call you Zhou Mingrui...right? Zhou, Ming, Rui."

Zhou Mingrui was stunned. It was not until this moment that he realized that the man was not speaking Chinese, but a language he had never heard of. He just understood it inexplicably, until this moment when the man switched to Chinese and read his name with a very standard accent, Zhou Mingrui vaguely realized that he had a foreign language skill.

"But..." Zhou Mingrui's tone was also dazed. He struggled hard: "But I really don't know you."

The desperate, motionless traverser said in a nearly murmured voice. The man clearly did not rub him again, but Zhou Mingrui felt that his danger was increasing. He felt like a good bait in those green eyes, like a fragrant roast suckling pig, and even his existence itself was attracting the man's appetite.

—— Zhou Mingrui swore that he could see the man's Adam's apple slowly rolling up and down, but the man didn't seem to be affected at all. He didn't even look rejected at all. Instead, he touched Klein's back with understanding. The man's movements were unfamiliar, but very gentle, as gentle as if he was stroking the fur of a frightened cat.

"I know. I know."

He said softly. His green eyes were filled with Zhou Mingrui, only Zhou Mingrui.

"It's okay, now you know me - I'm Leonard, Leonard Mitchell."

"Mitchell, sir?"

"Call me Leonard."

The man said, no doubt about it, Zhou Mingrui nodded, and in the man's expectant eyes, he called Leonard vaguely. In response to Zhou Mingrui's call, the man came closer, like a promise, like an oath, he was like a statue of a god walking down from the altar, swearing to the newcomer:

"Zhou Mingrui, Klein - this time, I will protect you and stay with you until the end."

When he said this, he stared into Zhou Mingrui's eyes. Those green eyes, which were almost glued to Zhou Mingrui's face and far beyond the safe social distance, were full of joy, closeness, and trust and confidence that were known at a glance.

What do you mean this time? Is there a last time? Is this still a TV series? Did I really lose my memory? Zhou Mingrui's mind was full of question marks, but he had learned to give up the useless struggle: Even if my name is Natsuki Subaru, what can I do with multiple rounds? It should be this guy who loses his memory, not me! What kind of plot have I mistakenly entered!

While the poor time traveler was still confused by the plot that went the wrong way, the man who made a vow and thought he was not rejected by Zhou Mingrui smiled. He seemed to be very satisfied with this start and changed his position while holding Zhou Mingrui.

This time Zhou Mingrui was manipulated by him to kneel in his arms. One of the man's legs was folded behind Zhou Mingrui's back, allowing the time traveler to finally find a little support besides his three hands that violated human common sense. As he moved, the black veil on the man's head fluttered in the air, slowly falling down, covering him and his head, and enveloping him and his body.

In silence, in the crimson moonlight, this man with unknown way of thinking and what kind of species he was asked Zhou Mingrui, who had just traveled through time, for a promise.

"Don't leave me this time, okay?"

He spoke to Zhou Mingrui softly, more like coaxing than acting coquettish, his tone a little softer.

"I can do this. I can stay with you until the end. I can protect you, so don't push me away anymore, okay?"

The non-human species who called himself Leonard Mitchell spoke very affectionately. With his face and good voice, he could teach 80-year-old aunts, 5-year-old girls, and even homosexuals to nod their heads like rattles. But as a rare straight man in Sichuan, Zhou Mingrui happened to be the exception.

Leonard Mitchell's affectionate gaze and confession, along with his peacock-like tail, were invalidated. Zhou Mingrui thought to himself that if there was any history between the two of us, I would definitely run away very fast, and the reason I didn't run away was because I didn't have the ability. But he had already understood from his previous struggle that he really couldn't physically cause any harm to men, so Zhou Mingrui could only nod vaguely.

Fortunately, this non-human gay man with animal ears didn't ask for much, and Zhou Mingrui was satisfied with just a nod. The supernatural canine creature that got the promise - I don't know if it's a special species in this other world - continued to rub Zhou Mingrui's face.

The time traveler who had been rubbed by him for so long had begun to feel a little numb. The good news was that the man with two wolf ears was just rubbing and had no intention of taking any other steps. The bad news was that the canine creature was not only ridiculously enthusiastic about rubbing, but also kept repeating that name.

"Klein, Klein..."

"I've already told you that I'm not Klein."

"Well, okay." The man's green eyes curved up, and he continued to repeat Zhou Mingrui's name in Chinese, which God knows where he learned from: "Zhou Mingrui, Zhou...Mingrui..."

The man's focus quickly moved down, he used his side face to feel the pulse on Zhou Mingrui's neck, his breath made Zhou Mingrui's skin hot. But this was not enough, Leonard Mitchell quickly changed his lips, and then his teeth, his overly sharp canines repeatedly scratched Zhou Mingrui's pulse, carefully and repeatedly tapping it gently.

This behavior was a bit too ambiguous, not to mention that the person doing this was a man with animal ears, even if it was just a big dog. Just when Zhou Mingrui was about to explode with this gay, Zhou Mingrui heard the movement on the other side of the wall first.

The time traveler was a little confused at first, but soon, the memory fragments told him that the person living in the next room was his sister, Melissa Moretti. Zhou Mingrui was really panicked now. The time traveler who didn't want to die even forgot that he couldn't shake the man's arm. While trying to get up, he began to pull Leonard Mitchell's hand off.

Zhou Mingrui's resistance was doomed to be in vain. This overly affectionate beast-eared man was not only indifferent to the movement on the other side of the wall, but was not even taken off by Klein. After realizing that Zhou Mingrui might run away, he subconsciously stuffed Zhou Mingrui into his arms tighter. The traverser, who was struggling halfway, slapped his face on the man's chest, and his nose was hurt by the hard and frightening muscles after exerting force.

"Let me go!"

Gnashing his teeth and with tears in his eyes, Zhou Mingrui tried hard to free his head from the man's arms. He tried to lower his voice.

"I won't let go!" Almost without thinking, the man answered: "If I let go, I won't be able to find you!"

This time, he really put a lot of strength into his arms. Zhou Mingrui was almost choked by him. He could feel the man trembling slightly. The time traveler thought, what is the story between you and the original owner or the me from last week? Am I the wind or the sand? You can't find me once you let go? He didn't have time to smear these complaints on the man's face. Zhou Mingrui gritted his teeth.

"—If you don't let go, Melissa will open the door!"

Before he finished speaking, the man's hands loosened in an instant. Zhou Mingrui, who was finally free, had no time to move his waist and ankles, which were definitely pinched with handprints. He casually pulled the hem of his clothes, found a rag according to Klein's memory, and began to fight with the bloodstains in the room that looked like a murder scene. Zhou Mingrui didn't have time to explain to his sister that there was a man in his house who had a deep asset and class barrier with the Moretti family. It was better for his sister to find out that he was having a night out with a rich wild man than to find out that a murder had just happened in this house.

The more anxious a person is, the more messy he becomes. The half-dried bloodstains are indeed not easy to wipe off. Just when Zhou Mingrui was getting anxious, the man came over. He also looked nervous. The man pulled up the black gauze on his head that was about to cover him and started to wipe it together.

The black gauze on his head was much more useful than the rag in Zhou Mingrui's hand that was so musty that you couldn't tell its true color. The tabletop and floor that had been wiped by the black gauze were as clean as new. It was not normal to be so clean, but, as I said, it was better than having blood stains all over the house.

Zhou Mingrui made up his mind. The black veil on the man's head was centered on his head, reaching the man's lower abdomen in front and almost reaching the man's calves in the back, just covering his black hair. The whole black veil was tied to the man's left wolf ear with a silver ring. The time traveler grabbed the black veil on the man's back and began to wipe it. The man whose half of the black veil he had pulled away turned his face to the side. Zhou Mingrui did not have time to sigh at the texture of the black veil that could definitely be sold at the price of luxury goods in the 21st century. He grabbed the other half of the black veil and started to wipe it. The black veil that was floating lightly in the air before became obedient under his fingertips and was no different from a rag.

"Hurry up!" Zhou Mingrui urged, "Melissa will open the door soon!"

"......oh."

Under the pressure of Zhou Mingrui, who was about to die, the two of them worked together in a panic, and finally cleaned up the blood and the mess in the room before Melissa pushed open the door. The sound of the door lock was heard from the other side. Zhou Mingrui grabbed the brass pistol on the table, stuffed it into the man's arms, and pointed to the wide open window.

Leonard Mitchell was stunned for a moment, and he quickly understood what Zhou Mingrui meant. The man did not climb out the window, but pulled down the black gauze that he had used as a rag before, and the whole person disappeared like a wiped-off two-dimensional character.

"......？"

On the first day of the time travel, not only did she experience a virginity crisis, but she also actually witnessed Zhou Mingrui, who had super powers, slowly typing a question mark.

——What the hell? It turns out that he is not a human being... Oh, right, humans don't have three pairs of arms and a pair of wolf ears.

There was no time to think about it anymore, Melissa had already opened the door, and the girl looked at her brother standing in the room in confusion.

"Klein, what happened? Why are you standing here?"

"nothing."

Zhou Mingrui tried his best to give his sister a natural smile, but in his heart he said something completely different from what he said: "It's nothing."

——Sister, if I told you that your brother was almost taken away by a man just now, would you believe it...

Feng Ya has something to say: This chapter is 7700+, here comes the promised male ghost, the real god Lun! I don't know if it's written well enough to be a male ghost or not (mumbling) Well, actually I feel that the male ghost flavor of Lun in the first chapter needs to be strengthened. This is the first chapter, I will definitely work hard to strengthen it later, let Xiao Zhou take a breath first...

Cook, cook, look how good I am to you, you are a party of all tastes, I will let you taste everything!!! (Being beaten by tentacles)

And continue to ask for your support and comments - please! For the sake of Crow's hard work -

Please talk to me more——Hold on to your thighs. The serialization of the novella really needs a lot of support woo woo woo——

Chapter 2

Zhou Mingrui took a lot of effort to deal with his sister's suspicion.

Melissa shared a pot of hot tea and rye bread with him before leaving the house. Before leaving, she did not forget to ask Zhou Mingrui to buy peas and lamb. Zhou Mingrui finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching his sister, who reminded him three times how much bread to buy, leave the house with concern.

The time travelers of the 21st century were all only children like most of their peers. Although he had Klein's memories as a basis, Zhou Mingrui still felt a little embarrassed when he suddenly accepted that he had a younger sister who was so young that her daily worries on Earth should not be more than studying. She was already used to being the master of the house and taking care of him, a useless brother.

The time traveler slumped back in his chair, the coarse grains of rye bread that he had barely swallowed with hot tea seemed to still be stuck in his throat. Zhou Mingrui touched his throat, and his thumb trembled when it touched the side of his neck. The place where the man had pinched it before still had a strange coolness. Now Zhou Mingrui could not continue his action at all. The embarrassed time traveler could only do something else, trying to pull his mind away from the first experience of nuclear shock when he just traveled through time.

Zhou Mingrui stood up with the help of the table. He didn't know if it was because the original owner died of suicide, but he could feel that this body was still very weak. The time traveler took a long breath when he straightened up. He slowly walked to the mirror next to the cabinet. Through the cracked mirror and the gradually brightening skylight, Zhou Mingrui was able to see the appearance of "Klein Moretti" clearly.

"Medium build, black hair and brown eyes... Hehe, it's better than having weird hair and eye colors..."

The time traveler muttered. Without a suitable reference, he took two steps back, compared the cabinet with the floor height, and tried to estimate Klein's height. Sad news, even after traveling through time, Zhou Mingrui still didn't have the 180cm tall that all men dream of. But there was also good news: at least Klein's appearance and temperament were just above average among normal people. His only feature was his obvious bookish air. There was absolutely no place for him to attract the beast-eared man in front of him who looked beyond the human range.

——Considering that Klein Moretti committed suicide, and the man who had called out "Zhou Mingrui" with a northern accent, could it be that he was really looking for me? But how did he do it? How could he have predicted that I could travel through time and that I would definitely occupy Klein Moretti's body after traveling through time?

Zhou Mingrui couldn't think of an answer for a moment, so he had to put the question in his heart and try to recall whether there was anything unusual before he traveled through time.

But it is obvious that as an ordinary social animal and keyboard warrior, Zhou Mingrui's life before the time travel was no different from before: he did not suddenly receive a letter from his grandfather; nor did he win five million; nor did he get lucky on the road; he did not even have any ancestral beads or jade items, the only thing he wore all year round was his work ID card; and he did not recently cut his hand or shave his face, with blood falling on anything strange.

The only thing that was special was that he performed a ritual to change his luck that he had learned from an old book before dinner because of his recent bad luck. If the ritual was really effective, why did he not travel through time when he performed it before dinner, nor after dinner, but instead traveled through time in the middle of the night? Did the gods not only make mistakes in judging prayers, but also have signal delays?

Zhou Mingrui just thought it was a little funny - normally, as a sudden time traveler, after traveling through time, he arrived at a strange gay film set, and then realized that his fate with Long Aotian who traveled through time and space to enjoy happiness was really not blessed, Zhou Mingrui should have a lot of negative emotions. But the fear and anxiety that should have existed were all suppressed by the coolness that still remained on his skin.

That man with animal ears is pretty effective.

Zhou Mingrui thought, and then he heard the bells in the distance. The church bells rang seven times, and Zhou Mingrui knew he couldn't delay any longer. He changed out of Klein's only formal suit and put on a coat that was so old that it was a little faded. He looked in the mirror again to confirm that his wrists, waist, abdomen, ankles, and neck, which still had the feeling of being pinched, were free of any marks, and Zhou Mingrui breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was about to take out Benson's savings, go out to complete the shopping task assigned by Melissa, and bring enough materials to perform another luck-changing ritual, Zhou Mingrui suddenly stopped. With a little uneasiness, Zhou Mingrui tried to call out that name.

"Mr. Mitchell? ... Leonard Mitchell?"

When he uttered the word Leonard, the world changed. The figure that was erased like a pencil drawing was "erased" in reverse. The man, whose height was so tall that the standard floor height of the apartment seemed a bit cramped, appeared behind Zhou Mingrui again. He was almost standing next to Zhou Mingrui. He was wearing an overly gorgeous shawl with a strong religious flavor and a red embroidered edge. The shawl was long and wide, and Zhou Mingrui could not see the outline of the man's shoulders at all.

He looked at him in the mirror. The man's green eyes were dark and deep, with only Klein's shadow in them. Zhou Mingrui didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see himself in it, the one wearing a plaid shirt. Leonard leaned over slightly, pressing his upper body on Zhou Mingrui, like a giant moth wrapping around the candle he had chosen.

"Klein."

He spoke softly, his tone filled with supreme joy and extreme caution.

"—You called my name."

Zhou Mingrui didn't know how to answer him - but until this time, Zhou Mingrui had the opportunity to see Leonard's appearance clearly.

The first thing that caught his eyes was not the man's overly impressive face, but a strange and weird, pure "black" impression. Zhou Mingrui could clearly see his hair and the dark patterns on the corners of his clothes, but he still had the illusion that he was immersed in darkness. The illusion of darkness made Zhou Mingrui feel a little dizzy. He subconsciously wanted to press his forehead, but Leonard's hand took over first.

The familiar cool feeling quickly reached his brain, and the dizziness was suppressed. Zhou Mingrui tried to save his eyelids from closing as he felt sleepy, but the sleepiness was too strong. Before he fell asleep standing up, the time traveler subconsciously used the simplest method. He pinched his right hand with his left hand.

Zhou Mingrui lost his judgment of strength due to his sleepiness and his struggle to save himself. If he had been pinched, even though Klein's nails were well trimmed as a college student, two crescent-shaped blood marks would have been left. He had reacted immediately, and his moves were fast, accurate and ruthless, but Zhou Mingrui still missed.

His fingers didn't even touch his skin before they were held by another hand. Leonard's other hand stretched out from his cloak. He was the first to move, and controlled Zhou Mingrui's left hand with a leisurely pace, and then his right hand. He held Zhou Mingrui's wrists, and put his ten fingers through the fingers of the time traveler, controlling Zhou Mingrui's fingers in a position where he couldn't even scratch his palm. Still feeling uneasy, Leonard pressed Zhou Mingrui forward, and Zhou Mingrui was almost pressed against the mirror by him.

Zhou Mingrui was covered with goose bumps at the thought of exposing his entire life force to a strange and dangerous being - but he was not even allowed to do this. The irresistible peace and sleepiness soothed his nerves. Zhou Mingrui wanted to retreat, but his best efforts were like hitting a mountain with a rock, not even causing a wave. Slowly, Zhou Mingrui almost felt that he heard whispers, and those whispers were telling him that it was okay, don't be vigilant, give up everything you have, and welcome the supreme peace...

"......Can't."

No, the man was really whispering! He lowered his head and pressed against Zhou Mingrui's face. His other hand also reached out. His fingers went straight into Zhou Mingrui's lips, first touching the throat that would make people want to vomit, and then the tongue. Leonard's two fingers turned Klein's tongue up and down, and then began to rub his teeth. The action was obviously extremely ambiguous, but Zhou Mingrui did not detect any desire in it.

"Only you...only Klein, can't get hurt."

——He was just searching Zhou Mingrui's mouth, as if he could hide some poison or a razor blade in there to take the opportunity to commit suicide. After confirming that there was nothing in Zhou Mingrui's mouth that shouldn't be there, the man was still worried, so he directly put his finger horizontally between Zhou Mingrui's teeth, making sure he didn't bite his tongue to commit suicide.

"...I'm not going to commit suicide!"

The fear that had been suppressed to the point of being only a tiny bit still lingered in Zhou Mingrui's heart. He tried hard to push the two fingers out with his tongue. Leonard cast a dark look at him. Without time to think too much, Zhou Mingrui spoke vaguely.

"I just don't want to fall asleep! I have stuff to do!"

"Really?"

"real."

Leonard's green eyes stared at the brown pair, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of Zhou Mingrui's mouth. Then he forcibly clasped his two hands from the back of Zhou Mingrui's hand. The freed traverser gasped violently and quickly forced himself to calm his breathing.

"Well, I believe you."

The huge animal-eared man took a step back, but the black veil that had just followed his movement and wrapped Zhou Mingrui up showed no intention of leaving. The black veil completely wrapped Zhou Mingrui inside, and the traverser finally got the opportunity to stand up with his own strength, but was still shrouded by the black veil and the darkness behind him.

It was like a small fish caught by a jellyfish. Zhou Mingrui thought: It would be much easier for him to kill me than for a jellyfish to catch a small fish.

Unparalleled strength, forced peace and sleep, and a large enough body, any one of which is a skill only possessed by top predators, and the man simply gathered them all for them. In the earth's ecosystem, it is not an exaggeration to call him a killer at the top of the food chain.

"...I thought you would ask me to swear an oath or sign some kind of contract before you could feel at ease."

"Just tell me." Leonard said, and after a pause, he added: "But I won't do this to you, Ke, Zhou Mingrui, I won't do this to you, you are different."

"I am different?"

The time traveler repeated this sentence with a hint of sarcasm, but Leonard seemed to not feel his hostility at all, and even smiled a little. His dead expression was so good that it was unusual. After smiling, his face became more vivid like a painting with the finishing touch, which could dazzle people's eyes at a glance.

"Yes, you are the only one who is different. Zhou Mingrui, you are the whole reason why I am standing here."

Leonard's words were so firm, like an oath. His tone was so affectionate that it made people feel like they had a past life relationship with him, and wanted to find out whether this guy was reincarnated or traveled through time, and what kind of story they had before. But Zhou Mingrui was different. The traveler only strengthened his confidence that he had to travel back. He didn't want to stay with such a large and dangerous creature, and he didn't want to lose his straight identity. Zhou Mingrui directly brought the topic to what he wanted to ask when the man first appeared.

"So, you were actually watching the whole time, right?" Zhou Mingrui said. "You just disappeared from Melissa and I's sight through the black veil, you didn't really leave."

"yes."

Leonard answered, and he answered very calmly, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with his perverted behavior that could be directly sent to the police station:

"I will always be by your side. This is what we agreed on."

"When did I tell you?"

Zhou Mingrui blurted out the words, and Leonard just smiled. His attitude had gone beyond being gentle and reached the level of tenderness. The man raised his hand, and the black gauze seemed to be invisible and flowed like a spirit snake, reaching under the mattress above the bunk bed, and soon returned with a roll of banknotes.

"In the future." He said, "In the future, I will still remember what you promised me."

Well, it seems that this person is really a reborn person. What kind of plot is this of a time traveler meeting a reborn person... Zhou Mingrui has seen a lot of cheat-based brawls on Qidian.com, but he has never seen this kind of gay brawl among gays!

"Don't you have anything you want to do?"

Without hope, the time traveler made his final struggle. Leonard hid the roll of banknotes and coins in the safest corner of his home. Theoretically, no one except the three Morettis should know about it. He put it in Zhou Mingrui's hand and answered softly.

"I want to look at you." After a pause, he asked again: "Can't I?"

In the face of the absolute gap in strength, Zhou Mingrui knew that no matter how he fought, it would be useless, but perhaps the special tranquility of men had not completely faded. Zhou Mingrui was not so cautious and asked directly.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I will choose to please you." Leonard answered almost without thinking: "I can please you, I can pay the price and make you agree to me. You like equal transactions, don't you?"

There was no hint of rhetorical question in his last sentence, as if he was very sure about what type of person Zhou Mingrui was - but Zhou Mingrui had no way to refute it, because he was indeed a person who liked equal transactions and equal treatment.

——Could it be that this animal-eared man really didn't have his memory cleared from last week, and that he was my asset for this week? Last time, I remembered to tell him that I like equal transactions, but I didn't remember to tell him that I like equal treatment?

"You tell me the price." Zhou Mingrui chose to continue the topic: "What price can you pay me?"

Although Zhou Mingrui asked this, he was just asking. Sichuan's rare straight man boasted that this extremely dangerous animal-eared man had nothing that could impress him - what could make a straight man turn gay? Money? Power? Or strength? At least Zhou Mingrui felt that he was not interested in any of these - unless the other party said he could take him home.

Go home. Zhou Mingrui repeated the word silently again, and thought of the luck-changing ritual that might bring him to another world, and some hope rose in his heart.

"Gold pound, sweet ice tea, lemon cake, Tingen cake, a sweet dream..."

Leonard counted a few, and Zhou Mingrui seemed to understand. Klein's memory fragments allowed him to match some of the words with real objects. Of course, he liked these, but that kind of liking was still very empty and insignificant. Leonard's eyes were still on Zhou Mingrui. Perhaps he realized that he was not interested in these, and the man's ears on his head slightly tilted. His little action really made him look like a big dog facing the rejection of his owner, but he had the temperament and eyes of a wolf.

The dog's loss will be rewarded with a hug and a kiss, but the wolf will only get more vigilance from humans. Mr. Wolf asked him tentatively, unwilling to give up.

"What do you want? Zhou Mingrui, tell me. As long as you want it, I can get it for you."

"What if you can't get what I want?"

"This is easy."

The man spoke briskly, as if he had caught a glimpse of hope from Zhou Mingrui's question, and his ears stood up again. Zhou Mingrui swore that he could see something behind the other person sweeping under the veil - it couldn't really be a tail, could it? That would be too comprehensive - just when Zhou Mingrui thought that the other person would tell him his identity, show him his power and strength, or give him some information, he heard Leonard's answer.

"——Then go and win it."

"What?"

"Zhou Mingrui, I won't lose anymore." Leonard said, "I've learned how to win. Now I'm pretty good at fighting. I won't hold you back - I can even protect you - so, tell me what you want, and I'll help you win it back."

Win, how to win? Win by fighting? Is the culture of the other world a duel ritual? Klein didn't remember this either! Zhou Mingrui wanted to complain. But before he complained, he had a feeling that he'd better not let Leonard win anything, as it would cause very bad consequences.

The time traveler took a deep breath helplessly, and he chose to avoid the increasingly dangerous topic again. After all, there are many things a man can win back, and who knows what excessive demands this dangerous person will make. Zhou Mingrui really didn't intend to make this deal with him. He spread out his hands and showed Leonard the crumpled banknotes and coins that he had already grasped, and the latter tilted his head in confusion.

"Melissa said she would make me lamb and pea stew tonight. She asked me to buy the ingredients and bread. Um, eight pounds of bread."

Zhou Mingrui said dryly.

"If you must follow me, as you say, and there is nothing else you can do, will you go to the market with me? Of course, it would be better if you can use your skill to make others invisible."

After all, with Klein Moretti's identity, it was hard to explain how he suddenly had such an outstanding friend. Zhou Mingrui wanted to go home, but he didn't want to leave any trouble for the Moretti family other than Klein who committed suicide.

"Yeah." The man smiled again, and he comforted Zhou Mingrui: "Don't worry, you are the only one in Tingen who can see me."

What kind of comfort was this? Zhou Mingrui, who had given up the dream of seeking help from the Church of Darkness that the Moretti family believed in, was still unwilling to give up. He silently recited the name of the God of Darkness, one of the most common beliefs in Loen, and prayed silently without any hope.

——Well, uh, the Emperor of Misfortune, the God of Darkness! If my time travel has anything to do with you, can you please let me go? Or you can replace this guy with a heroine who can appreciate his charm like a peacock spreading its tail! I am such a straight man, I don't buy this!

"No, Zhou Mingrui."

As if he could hear his heartbeat, Zhou Mingrui, this dangerous man who had no privacy in front of him, emphasized to him seriously.

"——Only you can do this. I am only waiting for you."

So, there was no reason to struggle anymore. The time traveler, who had landed less than twelve hours ago, set out for the market with the reborn who had no idea what he had been through. Zhou Mingrui held a two-sol note in his hand, thinking of the brass pistol whose value he didn't know, but which the reborn definitely had no intention of returning to him.

To be fair, Leonard was not a bad companion. On the contrary, this man who seemed to be out of tune with the secular world and who should be deified when not looking at Zhou Mingrui, and who was written as "I am very expensive" from all angles, was actually quite down-to-earth. At least Zhou Mingrui paid attention to everything, and before he had time to match those nouns with what Klein remembered, Leonard had already given him the answer.

But the problem was that Leonard was too enthusiastic in giving him the answer. The man gave Zhou Mingrui not only the answer, but also portions of food, knitwear, goods, and vegetables that appeared in his hands without knowing why - he handed them all to Zhou Mingrui.

"... Don't you want it?"

"I'm just looking around."

"But you look hungry." Leonard said softly. He held the paper box of fried meat and fish in one hand and took out a silver fork from somewhere in the other hand. He handed the fork to Zhou Mingrui, as if asking him to eat from his hand: "You only had rye bread and tea in the morning. You don't like them."

"no thanks."

The aroma of meat and oil wafted towards him. Zhou Mingrui swallowed his saliva and decisively rejected Leonard's kindness: not to mention that he had no idea that the other party had paid or not; his sense of shame as a straight man made it impossible for him to eat from another man's hand in the street, even though it was obvious that his and Leonard's actions could not be observed by others.

Leonard, who was rejected by him, tilted his ear on the top of his head, as if he was listening to something, and soon brought more food - lemon pudding, sparkling sweet water, pancakes with oysters - all of which were rejected by Zhou Mingrui. After trying all the food that can be eaten directly in this market without success, Leonard asked Zhou Mingrui with a little loss.

"【——】Tell me, I should raise you, am I not doing a good enough job?"

According to the sentence structure, Leonard did say a certain name, but that name did not reach Zhou Mingrui's ears at all. Compared with that weird one, there was no way to hear it normally, and Zhou Mingrui could not even infer the name through Leonard's lip shape in his memory. This weird development once again made the time traveler living in a world without supernatural powers shudder.

"Don't be afraid."

"？"

"You are afraid of me, I feel it." Leonard said, bending down slightly to make himself not so much taller than Zhou Mingrui, like a large beast that curled up to make others think he was relatively harmless. Almost pleading, he said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of me."

"I will never hurt you. I swear to you. I am the only one who will never hurt you."

"I tried my best! Don't use your power!" Before the familiar coolness and tranquility came, Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but take a step back. He couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I can't do anything! I don't know what to do, Leonard. What's the point of you swearing to me? How can I restrain you?"

"--ah."

The man paused in his approach, and he let out a sigh of unknown emotion, then he laughed softly.

"You are worried about this. As expected of you, Klein. You have always been the more thoughtful one among us."

"I understand. I know what you are afraid of. This is very simple, Zhou Mingrui."

Leonard held Zhou Mingrui's hand as he spoke. He leaned forward slightly so that Zhou Mingrui's right hand could touch his collar. The buttoned-up man's shawl was buttoned all the way to his neck. He pulled Klein and gently unbuttoned the silver buttons on his black clothes, one, two, three... until most of his chest was exposed. The skin covered by the black clothes was exposed again, but it was not the same pale skin as his hands, feet, face, and neck, but a huge crack.

The skin around the crack had grown scales that shouldn't exist on the human body and were very different from a man's wolf ears. The brass-colored sternum was exposed to the air because of the crack. The crack was like the scar left by Longinus who crucified Christ on the cross, and it was also like Leonard's internal organs were clamoring to escape from the inside, tearing open his chest. The edges of the vertical crack were black and red, and the outline was like two overlapping heartbeat lines. Under the crack was a dark patch. Zhou Mingrui could hardly see the internal organs that should be there at a glance. There was only endless deep black, with a faint crimson glow in it.

Carrying such a wound that was absolutely fatal, or even extremely painful, Leonard not only looked normal, he didn't even bandage the wound. It was as if he was supposed to have such a crack. His other hand covered Zhou Mingrui's eyes as he did when he first traveled through time. The hand holding Zhou Mingrui's right hand led him to touch the greasy scales and metal bones. Finally, he took Zhou Mingrui's hand and reached into his chest.

He led Zhou Mingrui past the cold ball embedded in his flesh and blood and touched another slowly beating organ. In contrast to Leonard's usual coolness, the beating organ was scalding hot, so hot that Zhou Mingrui wanted to withdraw his hand immediately, but he couldn't move because of the man's movements.

——Zhou Mingrui knew what he had touched, and what he had touched was Leonard's heart. When Leonard said he would give him a guarantee, it was not just some sweet talk to deceive him emotionally - he directly took out a more valuable guarantee.

He asked him, with anticipation and joy.

"...Do you want my heart?"

Feng Ya has something to say: This chapter is 7500+ words, I wish you a happy reading!

I don't know if the male ghost flavor of this chapter has been improved, I hope there is some progress. Crow is really working hard. It is so difficult to write a pure love type male ghost!!!

Sad news, this article is probably going to be a long one. I can't control the word count and plot when I start writing a serious drama. I can only say please support me. Writing a serious drama is a little more tiring than I thought.

Next, answer some questions:

Q: Why did you write about the True God Lun instead of the Dark Night Lun?

A: See the end of this chapter. Leonard has already eaten the remaining Dusk and Death Sequences, and almost merged into the Great Eternal Darkness. The reason why it was not merged and why it was on the verge of being merged was because of some other needs. This is the subsequent plot.

Q: What about Amanisis?

A: He is alive and well, and is enjoying his retirement as the Pale Emperor. Leonard was pushed to the top by her, which involves the core of the plot and world view of the first round, as well as some of their plans for the second round. Leonard's relationship with the gods is quite bad, but the goddess has an okay relationship with Leonard. It's the kind of dog that she chose herself, so what can she do about it?

Q: What's the plot afterwards?

A: On the surface, it seems that the changes are not that big, but in fact, it has been completely changed. There are reasons for the apparent small changes. This involves spoilers, which I will explain later.

Chapter 3

Even though Leonard repeatedly promised him that no one would see them, and even though no one had any objection to two grown men undressing and touching breasts in public, Zhou Mingrui's shame level was still exceeded in the shortest possible time.

A strong sense of danger tightly wrapped around every nerve, and the feeling of being controlled made his heart beat out of order. Zhou Mingrui had an inexplicable feeling: there was something hidden in the man's chest that he could not touch. The time traveler tried hard to retract his hand. He didn't care whether his wrist would be twisted and broken between the man's fingers. Leonard was stunned for a moment. He had been away from normal emotions and the experience of considering other people's feelings for too long. It was so long that only when Klein made extreme actions could he barely tell that Klein was unhappy. It was like a deaf and blind dog that could not realize that he was unhappy until the owner slapped him in the face.

He immediately stopped pulling Klein's hand to explore deeper and asked in a low voice.

"You don't like it?"

"Why should I like it!"

Zhou Mingrui asked back, even if Leonard asked him about his "heart" in terms of emotions, the rare straight man in Sichuan might not want to accept it, let alone this kind of "heartfelt" in the physical sense. Once again, the traverser who had traveled to what kind of hell world he had traveled to once again reaffirmed his belief in going home. He had already given up on himself and no longer cared about the fact that the person in front of him was a dangerous person.

"——If you are willing to give it to me, do I have to want it?"

"No, it isn't."

As soon as Zhou Mingrui gave up on himself and became tough, Leonard, who had just fully demonstrated his dangerousness and inhumanity, immediately panicked. He first apologized to him, and then explained to Zhou Mingrui as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, Klein, I meant to - I didn't expect you wouldn't like it, I just wanted to give you the best and most important thing I have right now - I'm not saying it's more important than you!"

The beast-eared man who was so strong just now was in a state of panic. He didn't dare to hold Zhou Mingrui's hand anymore, and instead held Zhou Mingrui in his arms. He muttered some words that Zhou Mingrui couldn't understand at all, and soon turned into a repetitive scale.

"It's really important and useful... I didn't know you didn't want it. It's my fault and my problem."

He looked so pitiful when he apologized, and the pair of black wolf ears on his head that were always standing high also drooped down, really like a big dog with PTSD who was afraid of being abandoned. But Zhou Mingrui would not forget that Leonard was not a dog, he was a wolf. He forced himself to calm down, and he used the man's seemingly constant peace to calm himself down. Zhou Mingrui stuffed all those messy thoughts back into the corner, and he let the reborn absorb his heartbeat and breath from him like a wall pillar. After a long time, he whispered.

"I have things to do. Melissa asked me to buy bread, and lamb and peas."

"......oh."

The man's low and hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and Leonard answered slowly.

"Okay, I mean, okay."

Although he said so, he had no intention of loosening his arms or straightening his body. Zhou Mingrui had to raise his arms and squeeze through the gap between the six arms to get behind Leonard. According to Leonard's physical strength and his six arms that tightly wrapped Zhou Mingrui, this should have been a very difficult task, but the man's arms, which seemed to be made of metal, did not resist at all when Zhou Mingrui made this action that was more like a reverse hug, and even made way for a gap almost expectantly. Zhou Mingrui stretched out his hand in annoyance and patted Leonard on the back.

"So, can you let me go now?"

The six-armed dangerous creature whimpered softly, and behind him, the hem of the black-and-silver-striped shawl swept fiercely a few times. Zhou Mingrui waited for him to let go, but what he got was Leonard's cautious plea.

"Can you touch me again?"

"......"

Zhou Mingrui wanted to say, "Brother, your XP is weird." He also wanted to complain that the last time he heard this kind of conversation was in some movies. However, the situation was stronger than the person. Zhou Mingrui turned his head to look at the people who were walking normally and continuing to sell outside the black veil. The thin black veil was as hard as stone and isolated the world. When the flow of people passed by them, it was like water flowing over a reef, and they separated from both sides - they didn't even realize that they were separated. This supernatural scene left Zhou Mingrui with no way out. He could only rely on his experience of petting cats and dogs to touch the man's back twice.

Leonard had a good physique that Zhou Mingrui had just witnessed. His frame was large, and the muscles and skin covering it were not bad at all. His body lines with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs were better looking than those modeled in games. Even through several layers of clothing, the outline of his back was clearly transmitted to Zhou Mingrui's palm. The places he touched heated up rapidly, and the muscles were as tight as stones. In order to prevent some plots in the book from happening, Zhou Mingrui quickly stroked Leonard's back twice, and then patted him.

"Is it ready?"

"......oh."

The big tail under the veil was sweeping the ground. If it weren't for the special effect of the true god's detachment from the world, Leonard would probably have shaken off half a pound of sand from the tail after returning to the house. Leonard said slowly. It seemed that he took some time to react, and it was like an old computer storing the previous clip. The arm that was tightly holding Zhou Mingrui's waist was the first to be retracted, followed by the arm that was pressing on the back of his head and the arm that was covering his thigh.

The six drooping arms were completely covered by the large and gorgeous shrine. The man straightened his back and regained his temperament like a statue on the altar. He looked at Zhou Mingrui with his eyes lowered, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

"Ke, Zhou Mingrui, let's go."

He really wanted to quickly complete the task assigned by his sister. The main thing was to bring some food back and try the luck-changing ritual so that he could travel back in time. The time traveler thought to himself, I didn't say I would take you with me... But the history student and 21st century office worker keyboard warrior who had no strength to resist could only swallow his anger. He turned around and tried to determine the direction he had long forgotten - where was Mrs. Slin's bakery?

Before Zhou Mingrui could find the corresponding fragment from Klein's memory, the man's hand had already been on his shoulder. He turned Zhou Mingrui in another direction as gently as possible.

"This way."

"Do you know where I'm going?"

"Mrs. Slim's bakery." Leonard said, and after a pause, he tried again: "Would you like sweet iced tea? You like the sweet iced tea made by Mrs. Slim very much."

...What kind of spoiler is this from the reborn? The time traveler lamented silently, swallowing his almost dried saliva. Perhaps because he was too nervous just now, Zhou Mingrui could feel a thin layer of sweat on his body. The thirsty time traveler decided not to be polite and take back some things.

He just nodded, and the man's eyes lit up. Almost in the next second, a cup of ice-cold drink with the same color as iced black tea was "wiped" out of thin air. Before Leonard put the cup to his lips, the experienced time traveler quickly took the cup, and his good upbringing made him add a word.

"Thanks."

"......！"

The green eyes brightened a little, and Leonard couldn't help but ask.

"Can you say that again?"

"Can't!"

Although the animal-eared man with six arms looks very different from humans at first glance, he still has some human nature at times.

After finally completing his sister's shopping mission, he pretended that he had no ghost and greeted his acquaintances. Zhou Mingrui, holding rye bread in one hand and a paper bag of lamb and peas in the other, stood at the door of his house. Before he could free one hand to look for the key in his pocket, another hand reached into his pocket, took out the key from the pocket that Zhou Mingrui had forgotten about, and opened the door.

Leonard's movements were so natural and harmonious that it seemed as if he was emptying his own pocket or opening his own door.

Oh, I almost forgot, there is a Leonard following behind. Zhou Mingrui just remembered. Strangely enough, whether it is temperament, height, face or behavior, Leonard is not an existence that can be easily ignored. On the contrary, his presence should be extremely strong. But as long as he is silent, even if Zhou Mingrui is still on guard against this dangerous creature doing something that will lead to his social death, he will soon forget about him.

Is this also one of his abilities? Zhou Mingrui guessed, turning around and looking up to meet Leonard's eyes.

"I need some time alone."

"Um."

The reborn person said this, but he had no intention of leaving. Zhou Mingrui could only add some explanation.

"I mean, you can't go in there."

"But I have to be by your side." Leonard said, "If I don't watch you, you are still...what if you are in danger?"

What words did he swallow? Was it my cheat in the previous life? Zhou Mingrui had a little expectation. But at the same time, he felt it was a little ridiculous, the time traveler reiterated.

"I'm going home, not to some dangerous place - do you understand?"

Leonard opened his mouth. He wanted to give many examples to explain to Klein how dangerous it was to be alone at home, and how many things Klein would encounter without his protection. But just as Leonard was considering which words Klein could listen to, the time traveler who had not yet acknowledged his new name and life had already taken the opportunity to shut him out.

The worn door almost hit Leonard in the face. The Demon Wolf stared at the door: If he had just taken a step forward, the door would have broken when it hit him in the face. Then he would have a reason to follow Klein into the house...

Zhou Mingrui, who had finally gained the rare freedom since his time travel, breathed a long sigh of relief. He peered through the crack in the door to make sure Leonard was still standing at the door, and only then did he feel relieved.

As for the huge thing at the door, what if it was seen by the apartment manager or neighbors? Zhou Mingrui no longer had the energy to think about it. He just hoped that what Leonard said about him being the only one who could see him in Tingen was true. Zhou Mingrui went to the bathroom, took care of his physiological problems, and poured himself half a pot of cold tea. The time traveler, who had finally recovered, took the lamb and peas to the kitchen and put them in a cool cupboard. He returned to the bedroom with only the rye bread and placed four loaves of bread in the four corners.

Before he began to chant the spell for the luck-changing ritual, Zhou Mingrui apologized in his heart to Melissa, Benson, Mrs. Slin whom he had just met today, and the warm faces in Klein's memory. For some reason, the face of the reborn beast-eared man flashed through his mind...

But, I am just a time traveler, I have my home, I have my life - I don't want to be the protagonist of a story about a dragon, nor do I expect a legendary life in another world. I don't want extraordinary power, nor do I want superior power and wealth. Zhou Mingrui closed his eyes: I just want to go home.

Putting aside the complicated emotions and thoughts, Zhou Mingrui took the first step, muttering the title in a low voice.

"——Fusheng Xuan Huang Immortal Venerable, Fusheng Xuan Huang Heavenly Lord, Fusheng Xuan Huang Supreme Emperor... Fusheng Xuan Huang Heavenly Venerable!"

After walking in a square pattern, Zhou Mingrui returned to the center of the room. He closed his eyes, expectantly and anxiously waiting for the moment when the lights of the 21st century would shine into his eyes. But the next moment, he felt dizzy, and there were chaotic whispers out of nowhere, followed by a severe headache. Just when Zhou Mingrui thought that he would not be going home but would die, and he would rather confront the guy outside the door, he felt a pulling force.

It was like someone grabbed him, not Zhou Mingrui's hand or arm, but more like holding his soul. The pain in Zhou Mingrui's body suddenly eased, and just when he was about to try to open his eyes again, the firm and gentle pulling force disappeared instantly.

However, the pain of his head splitting apart disappeared, and Zhou Mingrui was finally able to open his eyes. He felt that he had become light and airy. When the time traveler opened his eyes, he saw not his bedroom, nor the tall buildings on Earth, but an endless gray fog.

He stood in the gray fog, as if standing on the starry sky, with crimson stars all around him.

"...Leonard?"

The tall figure did not respond this time. Zhou Mingrui didn't know whether he should be relieved or worried. He closed his eyes and looked at the crimson stars.

Just as Zhou Mingrui tried to find clues from the crimson stars, but accidentally pulled others into the gray fog and was forced to play the role of a mysterious existence, a dark skirt swept across the mottled wooden floor.

The lady with dark black hair was wearing an elegant long dress. Her high heels made crisp sounds as they tapped on the wooden floor. Her six arms, which were identical to Leonard's, were not covered by a cloak, but were neatly folded over her abdomen. The yellowish, oily wings on her back were slowly being withdrawn from Leonard's raised, empty hands. Leonard's green eyes slowly turned in her direction. Klein's shadow disappeared from his eyes, and they became dim and deep, like a bottomless lake.

"......goddess."

He said softly. The lady who was called by a true God in the way a believer chanted the name of God had a smile on her lips. She did not respond, but corrected.

"You are wrong. You should not call me goddess. You should call me Amanesis. Now you are the Night, not the 'Servant of Secrets' before the reset, and I am just an ordinary Sequence One. Thousands of years have passed, Leonard, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

In the past, Amanisis had corrected her countless times, but she was always answered with silence. This young man who had emerged in the last restart a few years before the end of the world was more like a dead man, a statue than these old guys. After the unexpected restart, he held supreme power and glory, but it was as if he had never come back to life.

Amanesis had long understood that Leonard did not care about the status of a true god, honor and power, and he was not even interested in leaving his name in history, a common human hobby. As time went by, the gods who seemed to have never lived were getting further and further away from the world and life, but they never stopped to maintain the progress.

With such a new companion, Amanisis and her allies were once only worried about when Leonard would lose control or completely become a god. But Leonard's stability exceeded their imagination. Although the latter has too low initiative, in a sense, he is even as ignorant of human nature as the God of Steam and Machinery next door, but considering that he is only one source away from his old position, this does not seem to be a bad thing.

Grisha once quoted a sentence from an ancient country that was also buried in the dust of history to Amanesis, to evaluate the new God of Night who took over Amanesis's mission.

"He has no desires, which is a good thing. Without desires, you won't be moved and you won't make mistakes."

Amanisis thought there was nothing wrong with this - although she would still correct Leonard's wording, Leonard didn't even care about the prayers in the church, let alone talking to other people. Amanisis couldn't stand it and gave him a homework to copy, so that he could barely keep going.

Because of this, Amanesis only said it, and she did not expect Leonard to give any reply. Just when she was about to move on to the next topic, the God of Night, who was always like a stone statue, spoke.

"It's not important."

He said softly. A look of surprise flashed in Amanisis's eyes, but this was also a good thing, and her wings folded behind her.

"I understand. It's not that you're not used to it. You just don't want to waste your energy on unimportant things."

The status and honorific name of a god, recognition and title, these things that would definitely bring divine punishment or even divine war on other gods, are all "unimportant things" to Leonard. And what is important to him - Amanesis already knew it.

"I thought he would make you feel better."

"...I'm much better now."

Leonard said, the man's fingers clenched as if he couldn't bear it anymore. His hands had turned into the claws of a demon wolf, but the spirit that had separated from his hands had gone to a place where he couldn't find it. The God of Night, who had already stepped on the edge of the old days, tried hard to control his violent emotions and uncontrollable desires. There was only one reason why he could still control himself - because Klein's home was just across the wall, and because he could still hear the steady heartbeat of the body without a soul - he asked.

"Why did you stop me?"

——If the goddess hadn't suddenly intervened, the demon wolf, whose most sensitive and only remaining nerve had been touched again, would definitely have pulled Klein's spirit back and hidden him and his body in the place he thought was the safest in the world, and then would have refused to leave and guarded it until the end of time——Leonard now has this ability.

He was seeking an answer from his former faith. For the first time, the oppressive power of the God of Night was manifested on Amanisis. If he did not give a satisfactory answer, Amanisis had no doubt that this seemingly loyal and obedient wolf would bite her throat in one bite and then tear her into countless pieces out of anger.

After all, Klein, the soul that came from the old days and from the cocoon above Sefirah Castle like her, was all that was left of Leonard as an individual.

Amanisis sighed silently. She was not panicked, but there was a bit of pity in her eyes. The pale emperor of Sequence One said softly.

"Because this is a necessary change." She slowly told Leonard: "In other words, we need a protagonist of the era."

Leonard did not respond. This midnight poet who once compared himself to the protagonist of the times seemed to have not heard these words. Amanesis saw the reason for his lack of response at a glance, and she sighed again.

"You even forgot this. Do you still remember Roselle?"

"The Black Emperor is dead." Leonard replied, spouting the correct answer like an answering machine: "According to the plan, it is not yet time for him to revive."

"......"

This is the absolutely correct answer, and it is also the answer that Leonard should not utter. Amanesis still remembers the Night Watcher who loved to compare himself to the protagonist, and the later Red Gloves and Archbishop. The goddess has always been watching her people. But those who really went through that period of life seem to have never experienced it.

Your past, your life, your preferences...are all these unimportant to you? Amanisis wanted to ask, but she and Leonard were not in a relationship that could ask this question, and they were even happy to see the latter in this state. On the other hand, Amanisis also knew very well what the power of time was. And she also knew that Leonard also knew this, and that becoming like this was his own choice.

What is the most terrifying force in the world? Is it the extraordinary power or the bullet of gunpowder? Is it the advent of life or the death without saying goodbye? Everyone has their own answer. Leonard once thought that the greatest things in the world were love and trust, justice and hope. Klein's death changed him into another person. After that, Leonard began to believe that the most powerful forces in the world were death and hatred. They recast him into something that the original Midnight Poet could never have imagined. But after the revenge was over and Pales left, the Night Watchman who climbed the path of promotion alone reached Sequence 2. Leonard slowly understood that the most terrifying thing was actually called time.

He gradually began to forget what Klein looked like. He needed some time to imitate his voice and expression. He gradually began to feel unfamiliar with everything in Tingen... Under the erosion of time, there was only one thing Leonard could do: he began to hide everything about Klein in the deepest part of himself.

If the replacement of the old with the new is the iron law of life, then reject the new; if the flow of time is unstoppable, then don't stop it. Leonard began to reduce his attention to the outside world. Apart from the mission, he spent most of his time in his dreams staring at the profile of his old friends. He wrapped up everything left in his life, those memories, preferences, other emotions and his self as disposable paint, and let time take them away.

Leonard used the dumbest method, not relying on extraordinary strength or power, but he was the rare one among angels and true gods who completely preserved what he wanted. Even though the price was huge, even though Leonard had to piece together what he looked like with the fragments of Klein's memory, he still succeeded.

He preserved a complete Klein, even if it was just an illusion in memory. He preserved an overly complete love that had become as hard as bones over time, even if it was all he had.

——Klein is all that Leonard has left.

The absence of other things may also be a manifestation of having no distractions. Leonard skipped the topic about the Black Emperor, which was considered "unimportant things", and he turned the subject back again.

"What is your purpose, him or you?"

"Don't worry, Leonard," Amanis said. "We just learned from our previous mistakes, and now it's time to make changes."

"I don't care." Leonard said, "Regarding these, you can just tell me what I need to do - I just want to know, what do you want to do to Klein?"

Klein, Klein, Klein, Leonard. All his problems, needs, and desires revolve around that name. Amanis paused, and inappropriately, she once again thought of Huang Tao's warning - but, as she just said, this is the change of fate.

For this change, they have sacrificed countless things and countless lives... There is a term in economics called sunk cost. It means that if you invest a lot of money in a project, the cost you have already lost will pull you to continue investing in it like crazy. The previous sacrifices will blind you and teach you not to care about sacrificing more things until death ends everything.

——But this world has become such that even death cannot put an end to everything.

"We don't want to hurt him. We never thought about it." Amanesis said softly, "On the contrary, we want to give him enough strength to resist fate and make it to the end."

"......"

For the first time, Leonard looked straight at the god he once believed in. He was silent for a long time before answering in a low voice.

"Only regarding Klein's matter. I can't completely trust you."

The usually obedient and unlikeable quasi-Old God said so, he was ready for a fight, but Amanesis just laughed.

"It's okay, it's okay, Leonard." Amanesis said with a smile, "You can just follow your wishes and stay by his side and go on with him. This is what we hope for. I can help you deal with the church's affairs, just like before."

"What's the price?"

"It's very simple."

Amanisis raised a hand and she held up a finger.

"First, don't stop Klein Moretti from going to that place. His body is still here. You just need to be patient for a while. I guarantee that he can't stay there forever, and that place can be said to be relatively safe for him."

Leonard's green eyes turned to Amanisis's hand, and the latter, knowing that this was a temporary acquiescence, raised a second finger.

"The second thing, Leonard, give up your plan to make him drink the blood of God. This time, let him choose his own future."

Feng Ya has something to say: This chapter has 7400+ words, I wish you a happy reading!

Although this chapter lacks some male ghost flavor, woo woo woo, please don't scold me, because I have to finish this plot. Although it lacks male ghost flavor, I tried my best to write the world view! How can I highlight the male ghost flavor without comparison! ! ! (Being beaten)

Don't be scared by the goddess, the goddess and the others just wanted to send a secret to try. After all, they can try to see if a secret and the eternal darkness can pull each other physically and mentally. But Leonard's PTSD condition would definitely not agree, so I simply didn't tell him... (eyes shifted)

Don't be afraid that this article doesn't have any villains other than those in the original novel, and since the cheats are so advanced, the original villains are not a big problem. Please believe that the most dangerous thing for Xiao Ke is the male ghost Zhen Shenlun!

Chapter 4

It's hard to say how Zhou Mingrui felt when he found out that what he had was an online dating platform rather than a pass to go home.

God has mercy on him. Zhou Mingrui is a time traveler who really wants to go home. If he is given a choice, he will definitely choose to return to his own world and be an ordinary social animal, rather than some cheating Long Aotian - especially when this alien world is even more terrifying than his hometown Chengdu.

Landing on a ghostly reborn Nantong beast-eared man, this kind of radical opening method, I don't know who the audience is, but Zhou Mingrui is definitely not paying. Unfortunately, reality is not a game, and Zhou Mingrui can't choose to restart if he is not satisfied with this opening. As his connection with this mysterious space gradually began to waver, the traverser who had no way to stay here covered his forehead, not knowing whether it was part of the price of landing here, and his headache became more and more severe.

Knowing that he could not delay any longer, Zhou Mingrui slowly severed the connection with the gray fog and the crimson stars. It was as if his soul was put back into his body, and as if an invisible object was restrained by physics again. Zhou Mingrui felt himself falling rapidly, and the wonderful feeling of lightness completely disappeared. The darkness enveloped him again, and then, before he fell into the abyss of reality, Zhou Mingrui was supported by a force.

Someone held up his back and legs to prevent him from falling to the ground. The force was gentle and firm. Zhou Mingrui tried to raise his hand to touch it, but he grabbed a piece of cool silk. At this time, the vision of the time traveler slowly recovered, and Zhou Mingrui finally saw what he had grabbed.

He grabbed Leonard's hair. The man appeared in his room at some point. When Zhou Mingrui's consciousness went to the strange space covered by gray fog, his body fell into the man's arms, and Leonard made him sit sideways on his thighs. The reborn person was like a statue, maintaining a motionless posture with his head down and wrapped around him. His black hair and black veil covered Zhou Mingrui in his shadow.

Even though Zhou Mingrui pulled his hair hard, Leonard didn't move at all. He didn't even shrink his pupils. His green eyes were fixed on Zhou Mingrui. It was not until Zhou Mingrui looked over that a flickering light slowly appeared in his eyes.

"......"

Zhou Mingrui wanted to ask, "Didn't you agree to wait outside? How short is the time you understand?" But his headache made him too exhausted to argue with Leonard. He didn't even have the energy to worry about whether someone had violently dismantled his door. Zhou Mingrui used his last bit of strength to pull Leonard.

"What time is it?"

Leonard gave him a time without hesitation. Zhou Mingrui compared it with the time when he started the luck-changing ritual before, and added the approximate time he felt in that space. After roughly determining that the time on both sides was 1:1, the traverser didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief. His headache had not yet healed, and this period of thinking seemed to have overdrawn his remaining energy. Zhou Mingrui's eyes soon went dark.

Zhou Mingrui did not bury his head in Leonard's arms, seeking the overly useful peace and calmness. Perhaps his previous attitude gave this guy who seemed to have no sense of distance a little shock and warning. This time, Leonard did not immediately come up to cover the forehead and eyes of the time traveler like a mind reader. He just kept the posture of holding Zhou Mingrui's body and looked at him steadily.

It is not easy to maintain balance when sitting on someone's thighs, but Zhou Mingrui obviously does not need to worry about falling: none of Leonard's six hands are idle. He puts one hand around Zhou Mingrui's waist, one hand on his thigh, and the other hand on his calf. He also has an extra pair of hands around Zhou Mingrui's back and holds his arms.

It was also because of this posture that Zhou Mingrui regained consciousness and looked up to see the man's beautiful jawline. He blinked in exhaustion, and Leonard spoke softly as if he had been given permission by his action.

"...You are finally back." He said with great joy: "I have been waiting for you."

It sounds as if I can choose not to come back. Zhou Mingrui wanted to say: I do want to not come back, but do I have a choice?

But perhaps the headache and fatigue, coupled with the disappointment of discovering that there was no quick way home, still had some impact on him. Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but clench the strand of hair in his hand, and with the last expectation, the time traveler asked in a low voice.

"If what I think is true, you came back from the future... did the Zhou Mingrui you knew go home in the end?"

The man who had acted like he wouldn't miss any of his words didn't answer this time. Zhou Mingrui no longer had the energy to guess the story behind this. Out of concern for his sister and the unknown of the other world, Zhou Mingrui used his last bit of strength to give instructions to Leonard.

"I'll sleep for a while, just a little while." Zhou Mingrui said, "If someone comes, can you wake me up?"

His voice was already very low, almost whispering. The traverser who had lost hope of returning home and had to stay in another world closed his eyes before waiting for the promise. Before he sank into that dream, Zhou Mingrui seemed to hear Leonard's voice. It was a level of clarity that was too clear compared to the dream.

"Zhou Mingrui." He heard Leonard's voice, who asked him softly, "What do you want?"

"I want some sleep...I want a dream."

The time traveler tried to open his mouth. He was so exhausted that he didn't know if his vocal cords and tongue were working properly to speak out his heart. He wanted to say: Let him sleep for a while, let him have another dream that belongs to Zhou Mingrui. When he wakes up again, he will be Klein.

Fatigue and disappointment pulled him down, but this time, it was not the Simmons mattress that supported his back, but a pair of strong arms. The man hugged him a little tighter, their chests pressed together, and before losing consciousness, the traverser heard a low hum from another chest.

"--good."

Perhaps he expected that this would have some influence on the subconscious world, and Klein had a good dream.

The time traveler didn't dream of going home, he didn't even dream of his own little room or his parents, but in his dream there was warm afternoon sunshine, a table of exotic food, probably from another world, and a delicious iced sweet tea drink that was similar in color to iced black tea. This dream was not bad.

But soon, Klein woke up from hunger. He struggled to wake up from Leonard's arms - strangely enough, Klein never liked sleeping while sitting, so much so that riding in public transportation was a torture for him, but sleeping in Leonard's arms was quite comfortable.

Chengdu's rare straight man quickly suppressed this strange thought, attributing it to the overly gorgeous, layered clothing on the latter. Klein stood up hastily, and this time, Leonard did not stop him, but instead served as a half-fulcrum for him. Klein walked out, and he followed behind Klein step by step.

"Didn't you like the dream you just had?"

He asked in an almost cautious manner. Klein thought to himself that I really said it at that time. He was so hungry that he was too lazy to talk about this kind of issue.

"I'm hungry."

"Oh." The man seemed to understand, as if he didn't need to eat at all. He paused and made a sound that was more like sudden realization: "...Oh."

Klein considered himself to be very normal, and he could not understand this inhuman heart at all. He walked straight to the living room. The Moretti family's cupboards were as poor as their financial situation. It didn't take Klein long to find all the inventory in the house: apart from the peas and mutton he had just bought, there was only the rye bread that he really didn't have the courage to eat, and the potatoes he brought back in the morning.

The time travelers, who had long been accustomed to the abundance of modern supplies and 24-hour takeout, and even if they didn't have these, they would at least have some dried noodles and instant noodles at home, were speechless for a moment. The tender peas and lamb meat must not be touched. Klein looked at the rye bread. He had wiped off the dust on the staple food used for the transfer ceremony and stuffed it back into the bag. Klein was silent for a while, but still chose to get the potatoes.

Due to the Moretti family's tragic family situation, Klein didn't buy many potatoes. This high-yield tuber crop is a staple food and is very cheap even in another world, but even so, it is not something that can be easily produced in the Moretti family. Klein only took two potatoes in the end. Just as he was about to take the potatoes to the public bathroom, Klein hesitated.

"Do you want to eat?"

He asked Leonard, who was studying the potato with a cautious attitude, as if Crane could be murdered by a potato. Hearing his question, Leonard shook his head.

"I don't need to eat."

"oh."

Klein stuffed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach. He took the two potatoes and went to the public bathroom. Soon, he put the washed potatoes into the kettle and boiled them with water. After boiling them for a while longer and adding a little bit of salt, which was obviously full of impurities, they were ready to eat. In view of the statement that non-humans don't need to eat, Klein put the two potatoes into a plate and only poured Leonard a cup of salted potato water, which he didn't know if it could be called soup.

He had just peeled the skin of a potato with a fork to expose the sandy inner soil to the air to cool it down when Leonard, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly spoke up.

"I could have given you a better choice."

He looked quite frustrated when he said this, and the pair of overly honest wolf ears on his head drooped. The man looked at his forearm unhappily, with a look of looking at material, and frowned slightly. Klein shuddered inexplicably. He had a feeling that the "better choice" Leonard mentioned was definitely not something that people would like to hear or accept calmly.

"This is enough for me."

The time traveler made a sound of strong desire to survive. Klein picked up half a potato and showed it to Leonard. To be honest, if the latter had to feed him something, Klein thought the sweet iced tea he had before was good, preferably the kind that was paid for. The reborn's eyes quickly shifted from the potato he picked up to Klein's face. As always, when he met those brown eyes, Leonard calmed down as if he was comforted. The big ears on his head slowly stood up, and he regained his previous spirit.

...I said that animal ears are inconvenient. People can see through their emotions at a glance. Klein thought, and then he thought: There is no such race as orcs in Klein's memory, but there are elves and so on... What kind of ecology do animal-eared men belong to in this world? Do they cherish and protect animals?

Klein had no idea whether the beast-eared man was a protected species in another world. Leonard's existence told him that Klein Moretti, a history student, knew very little about this world. At least in Klein's memory, there were no species such as orcs or monsters in the world.

Since Klein's memory was still in a fragmented narrative state, after he had finally filled his stomach with potatoes, Klein took a break. He soaked the rye bread in the water used to boil the potatoes, intending to eat it when it softened. During this break, Klein returned to his bedroom and took out the original owner's notebook and diary.

At this point, it was hard for Klein to expect that the complete memories of a history college student would be of any help on his journey home. But considering that he would be Klein next, it would be great if the diary could supplement him with some of the original owner's memories instead of waiting for specific things to trigger it.

When he returned to the table with the diary, Klein paused for a moment. He didn't know whether to say he was disappointed or expected. Klein could see that Leonard had no interest in the diary in his hand.

Could it be that he was really waiting for me, a time traveler? Was it really the reincarnated Long Aotian? But Qidian Long Aotian would not hold on to his brothers, right? What film set did this animal-eared man come back from?

Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart. Since Leonard wasn't interested, he was happy to sit on a chair instead of on the man's lap and read slowly. The original owner had more than one diary, but this one was the one he had been using recently and was spread out on the table before committing suicide, so Klein thought it was more useful and needed to be read first. He had only flipped through a few pages and had just taken a few bites of rye bread when he heard a voice from the other side of the table.

"Zhou Mingrui."

Leonard said, his green eyes moving with difficulty from Klein's fingers turning the pages of the book to his face.

"I need to leave for a while."

"！"

There is such a good thing? Klein almost blurted out. He struggled to hold back his emotion, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the time traveler heard the second half of Leonard's words.

"Can I ask you for a promise?"

"...You can speak first."

Promises are very important. Even if it is to someone he just met and who obviously has problems, Klein doesn't want to make promises casually. He put the spoon back into the bowl and put on an attitude of getting down to business. Leonard doesn't need to sit upright like Klein. Just sitting there is enough for him to look like a statue of god. Of course, if he doesn't look at Klein, the effect will probably be better.

At this moment, the expensive-looking statue showed a hesitant look. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke to Klein.

"Don't put yourself in danger."

"..." Klein really wanted to type a question mark: "Well, I don't think I have the final say on this matter."

Not to mention that everyone has a different definition of danger - is danger a polite guest who knocks on the door before coming? If so, who would open the door for such a guest? A time traveler can be a coward, but he cannot guarantee that he will not be involved in any danger, because such things are not decided by him at all.

Klein's words were very tactful, but the animal-eared man, who had previously shown that he not only had some language barriers when talking to people but also clearly did not understand people's hearts, understood what he meant immediately. Leonard immediately changed his request.

"If anything happens, can you call me first?"

This was also a very strange request, but considering that there were extraordinary powers and beast-eared men in this world, Klein didn't find it that difficult to understand. Not only was it not difficult for him to understand, it was even like a tip-off to him - so names are really very important in this world. What level of existence is Leonard to be able to hear my call? Or is this just a bond between the gold finger and the time traveler? Can I call out his name to find out what Pokémon he is? I don't control Gardevoir. If I have to say, I prefer pure beast-shaped Pokémon, such as Eevee and Ninetails...

Countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the time traveler, but in reality he nodded under the gaze of those green eyes. As always, Leonard seemed to be relieved immediately after receiving this permission that was hardly a promise. He stood up from the chair, walked a few steps, and turned back.

"I'm leaving now."

He said, his green eyes still staring straight at Klein, as if waiting for him to stay. Klein thought, "Go quickly." Facing the man's expectation, he just smiled politely.

"I wish you all the best."

"Um."

Leonard still answered the polite words seriously, and he showed a very faint smile.

"This time, everything will go well."

As he spoke, he took a step forward in this posture. Klein then realized that something was wrong—the man was not walking towards the door of the Moretti family's apartment, but the window. Before Klein could call Leonard, the latter disappeared as if he had been erased by an eraser. The whole process was so fast and the changes were so abnormal that Klein almost blurted out Leonard's name.

The time traveler managed to control his impulse, and he was the only one left in the room. Klein turned his attention back to the diary in his hand. He read it quickly and quickly caught the incident that the original owner mentioned most recently, which was the incident of interpreting the Antigonus family notes with Welch and Naya. The time traveler stuffed a mouthful of the soaked rye bread into his mouth with a bit of tastelessness, and as expected, he tasted the slightly cool temperature.

"Is it getting colder so quickly? It's already the end of June."

Klein muttered to himself. He quickened his pace and cleaned up the last bit of food, even the water used to boil the potatoes, which was not really soup. The time traveler put away the bowl and fork, and then the cup in front of Leonard, which was more of a filler than the others. He picked up the cup, but to his surprise, it was already empty at some point.

"...Have you finished drinking?"

Klein found it a little funny. He didn't doubt Leonard's words that he didn't need to eat. Even if Leonard needed food, this simple potato soup didn't seem like the kind of food that ridiculously expensive guy would choose. The time traveler shook his head and put the cup in the bowl. He stood up and prepared to wash the dishes first. Just as he was about to open the door, Klein heard a knock on the door.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Klein paused, calmed himself, and pulled his thoughts back. The rapid knocking on the door had not stopped yet, so Klein waited for a moment and raised his voice to ask.

"Who is it?"

"Mountbatten, Beach Mountbatten." The man outside the door said in a slightly shrill voice: "Police!" (1)

Klein's iconic voice quickly confirmed his identity based on his memory (1). Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and when he thought of the brass pistol that Leonard had taken away somewhere, the time traveler breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had no idea about the police coming to his house, if there was a search, without the brass pistol, Klein could at least ensure that he would not be taken to the police station in the first wave for possessing controlled weapons.

There was nothing else to hide from others. Klein closed his notebook, temporarily stored the dishes he had just used in the cupboard, and went to open the door. The time traveler did not need to hide his lack of energy. He opened the door, and outside was a black and white checkered pattern that made people dizzy at first sight.

In Loen, black and white checkered patterns are the uniforms of the police, his memory reminded him. Klein turned his gaze upwards, and just as he was about to confirm the ranks of the police officers through their shoulder badges according to the information in his memory, so as to have some guesses about why he was called and the size of the matter, Klein paused.

Because standing behind the two policemen was a tall figure. The magical black veil had been removed, leaving only the silver ring on the left ear like a hoop. The clothes with a strong religious connotation were also replaced with the same police uniform as the others. Even the long black hair that was previously unrestrained was tied behind the back with an old green ribbon. From this angle, the six arms that were as recognizable as the face were reduced to two arms that humans should have. If Leonard's face was not too recognizable, it would be hard to imagine that the Nuwa in another world could mass-produce this level of beauty. Klein would probably suspect that the person outside the door was Leonard's twin brother.

However, considering the huge difference between six arms and two arms, it seems that we cannot say that it is definitely not the case.

Klein looked away with difficulty, and then his body. A line of four policemen entered Moretti's house one after another. This time, without the shawl covering them, the long wolf tail behind the man swayed briskly when he saw him. When passing by Klein, the tip of the big black tail even swept directly onto Klein's ankle. The time traveler managed to resist the urge to jump back. He subconsciously looked at the remaining three police officers. The other three seemed to have not seen what their companion's tail had done.

Is this something that only I can see? Klein felt a little absurd. The gray-eyed policeman glanced at him and started asking questions. Klein had to put aside his previous confusion. He began to answer the police officer's questions based on his limited memory: Considering that both the time traveler and the original owner know almost the same thing about this part, and have never done anything harmful to society, it is not a test of the acting skills of a keyboard master.

The time traveler soon learned about the death of the original owner's two friends. Klein showed surprise without pretending. As for other problems, he attributed them all to amnesia. I don't know if it's because this world does have some extraordinary power that can interfere with people's memories, but the gray-eyed police officer who seemed to be the leader of the four-man group did not show any surprise. He accepted Klein's excuse with an attitude that was almost sympathetic - of course, he did not forget to let his companions do a simple search. (1)

Considering that he didn't have anything to hide, and the bloodstains left by the original owner's suicide had been cleaned up a long time ago, Klein only symbolically stopped them and sat back down obediently. To Klein's surprise, the guy who was not sure if he was Leonard also started searching with another colleague.

Klein could swear that when the man stood up, Leonard's colleagues really looked at him with shock and curiosity. It was unknown whether it was because the latter did not often conduct searches, or because the latter was not the type of person who could understand the expressions of his superiors. Leonard quickly made a circle and returned to Klein's side. He stood beside Klein and picked up the notebook that he had no interest in before and quickly flipped through it.

"——Everyone will die, including me?" (1)

"I'm sorry, I can't remember."

Klein frankly stated the reasons he had given before, and he tried to keep a straight face. Because the diary was placed on the dining table, the man had to walk over to him if he wanted to read it. The two of them on the table looked normal, except that they were a little close, which was completely consistent with a policeman and a confused ordinary citizen - if the policeman's wolf tail didn't sweep back and forth on Klein's calves.

"Well." The policeman whispered, "Don't be afraid, you won't die."

What he said was very reassuring, but - thanks to the table, Klein thought, and thanks to the tail, the case was solved, this guy must be Leonard. God knows how the other party lost his remaining four arms. Klein had touched them before, and he was very sure that the other party's arms were real limbs, not some cyber prosthetic limbs that did not exist in this era and world.

Fortunately, Leonard's tail was the same as the wolf ears on his head. It was probably a special item that only Klein could see. This scene, which I don't know if it can be considered as police harassing a suspect, did not lead to the social death of the two. After the interrogation, the gray-eyed police officer told Klein that his colleagues would come to help Klein recover his memory, and the police left Moretti's house. Leonard simply didn't move this time. His ears twitched, and the familiar black veil appeared again. The three police officers didn't notice that there was one less person in their team until they closed the door and the footsteps gradually disappeared in the corridor.

Leonard returned to Klein's side and lowered his eyes. He whispered softly.

"...Zhou Mingrui."

In the entire Loenese conversation just now, he was the only one who used these three words in Chinese. The time traveler thought that he, Leonard, and the time traveler's senior fellow countryman were probably the only ones in the world who knew this language. Klein originally wanted to complain about Leonard's ridiculous concept of time - you said you would leave for a while, is your "a while" a number? ! - but now he felt a little bit unable to say it.

"Call me Klein."

After a pause, the time traveler spoke softly. He was silent for a while and then spoke again.

"After all, you're more used to this name, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Leonard said, as if he was afraid that the time traveler would misunderstand him, he added: "I got used to it very quickly, really."

He said it with such certainty that if there was a character panel, he would have shown Klein the label "getting used to it quickly" on his panel, but unfortunately there was no such thing. Klein found it funny on the one hand, as he prided himself on not being so fragile that he needed someone to pay attention to his mood swings all the time, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel happy about this kind of attention.

How could anyone dislike others being nice to them? Especially when it was such a unique attention that belonged to you alone. At least Klein felt that he was an ordinary person. Even though he silently said to himself countless times that Leonard was dangerous, it was difficult for him to stop being touched and feeling Leonard's kindness in this regard.

However, Klein found it hard to believe Leonard's words. This had nothing to do with whether Leonard was lying or not. It was simply a rational judgment.

——If Leonard really got used to it quickly as he said, then this reborn person who came back from an unknown future should have continued his life with his memories long ago, instead of standing in front of Klein with such a cautious look, trying to hook Klein's ankle with his tail again and again.

A wolf's tail is not a cat's tail, and it does not have the function of hooking people, but Leonard has no intention of giving up. He repeats this again and again, and tries to hook people again and again.

Notes: (1) From the original book, Volume 1, Chapter 10

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I took a short break. I felt a little dizzy and dizzy. Today I am back again! Put your hands on your hips! Did you miss me? !

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Chapter 5

When Dunn returned to 36 Zouteland Street, Roxanne was sitting behind the reception desk yawning. The young girl started at the sound of footsteps.

"Welcome - Ah, Captain, you're back."

She swallowed the half-spoken reception speech, straightened up, and greeted Dunn.

"Good afternoon, Captain, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Same as before, thank you." Dunn said, "Bring it to my office...Roxanne? What are you looking for?"

"Didn't Leonard come back with you?" Luo Shan asked. She muttered, "Strange. I said it was rare to see Leonard go on a mission...but he left early again."

"Leonard?"

Dunn was stunned. It was only then that he realized that he had gotten on the carriage alone after separating from two police colleagues from different departments. Leonard, who was supposed to go on the mission with him and come back with him, had disappeared at some point. The last time he remembered Leonard was when he visited Klein Moretti's home. Leonard did seem a little too proactive in the mission this time. Did he know Mr. Moretti? With Mr. Moretti's family and life experience, it seemed impossible that he would be related to a mysterious big shot like Leonard...

Enough. Dunn interrupted his thoughts. Don't explore, don't ask, don't look directly, Dunn silently repeated the warning he had received when Leonard joined the company. Mr. Nightmare didn't dare to think about it anymore, he smiled at Luo Shan.

"He has other things to do."

"How could he be in trouble?" Luo Shan, who only had a relatively shallow understanding of Leonard's specialness limited to his ordinary identity, complained: "It's rare. He always looks like nothing is a problem in the world."

What Luo Shan said was of course true, but Dunn didn't know how to answer, he just smiled vaguely.

"I have to go write a report for a while, Roxanne, and I'm probably going to be out again tonight. If it's convenient, could you tell Fry to come to my office?"

Luo Shan, who was entrusted with an important task, no longer dared to neglect it. She immediately put aside the gossip:

"I'll go right away."

Leonard Mitchell, an official Night Watcher of the Tingen Night Watcher Squad in Ahowa County, was registered as a Midnight Poet of Sequence 8 of the Insomniac Pathway. His family background was terribly clean, and it was only said that he was an orphan of a loyal believer of the Church of the Night, and grew up in an orphanage. Later, he was quickly selected because of his extraordinary inspiration and became a Night Watcher and a Beyonder.

If we only look at the written records, Leonard is just an ordinary member of the Nighthawks. For his age, the rank of Sequence 8 is not considered a top talent. Even in Dunn's cognition, there is already a role model like Dai Li. His clean family background has nothing to do with the rich and powerful. Even his mission record is mediocre, not much better than other people in Tingen.

Apart from Leonard's face which was too good in the photo, just looking at his file, he was a completely ordinary night watchman, a perfect average among the night watchmen. He had nothing more than others, and nothing less than others.

——If Dunn had not seen him in person, he might have felt so.

But Dunn happened to meet Leonard himself before he saw the file.

It was an afternoon three years ago, and Dunn was writing a report in his office.

Everything was going well in Tingen recently. He hadn't encountered any difficult tasks for a while, and he didn't have to send any colleagues away. But there were always some daily tasks for the Nighthawks that needed to be handled, and of course there were also matching reports that needed to be written. Dunn spent some time picking out words to deal with the work that no Nighthawk liked. He slowly typed the last character, and when he reached for the cup, he found that there was no more coffee in the cup.

"Is it this time already?"

Dunn rubbed his forehead, which was rarely painful, and he was too lazy to call Luo Shan. Mr. Nightmare stood up and walked out with the cup in his hand. He was going to make himself a cup of coffee and smoke his pipe for a while.

The empty footsteps echoed in the corridor. Dunn suddenly remembered that today was New Year's Day. Except for the other companion who rolled the dice to guard the Chanis Gate and would come back at night, only he and Roshan were left in the entire Blackthorn Security Company. The captain of the Nightwatch team held the cup and stared blankly for a while. He seemed to think of someone, but it seemed that no one thought of him. Mr. Nightmare was not in a hurry to go to the tea room. He walked to the front desk and wanted to tell Roshan to go back early. It was still in time to catch the last carriage.

But when Dunn walked to the front hall, the first thing he saw was not Luo Shan who had fallen asleep on the front desk, but the man standing in the front hall.

He was a man who attracted too much attention. The first impression he left was not his overly good-looking face, nor his height that made the three-meter-high ceiling of the Blackthorn Security Company seem insufficient, nor his long black hair tied behind his head with an old and faded ribbon, or his green eyes that looked like the bottom of a wine bottle covered with dust. Instead, it was the endless darkness and tranquility.

Just looking at him, Dunn almost fell asleep in an instant. Mr. Nightmare felt that his eyelids had never been so heavy. He almost couldn't wait to move before falling asleep in the absolute darkness and tranquility - he tried so hard that he almost bit off a piece of flesh from the tip of his tongue, but it was useless.

Before he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming peace, Dunn heard a soft questioning voice.

"She's asleep." This uninvited guest, who was definitely on the same path as Dunn, but whose rank was unknown, said, "...Are you going to fall asleep too?"

His voice was very calm and not loud, but it sounded like a bell to Dunn's ears, and Dunn woke up in an instant. The unusual tranquility before disappeared completely, and the captain of the Nighthawks team no longer dared to look up at the visitor. He lowered his eyes, and his gray eyes only looked at the hem of the visitor's windbreaker and the pair of boots.

Tingen's winter is very cold. It snowed heavily yesterday. When Xijia came to pick up her forgotten handbag in the morning, she was still complaining that the snow and mud on the ground had stained her new boots that she had just received before the New Year. But the visitor's shoes were clean, without snow, mud, moisture or dust, and there were no footprints on the floor of the front hall. It was as if he appeared here out of thin air.

"I haven't received any telegram from the Holy Temple." Dunn said in a deep voice, "Can you show me some proof of your identity?"

"...I'm here to apply for a job."

It seemed that it took the visitor a while to understand what Dunn was saying. He opened his mouth, but what he said was something that Dunn could not understand at all.

"I have to become a night watchman."

"？"

Dunn was stunned. The Sleepless Path was completely taken over by the Church of the Night. Any Beyonder characteristics that were lost due to sacrifice would be taken back by the Red Gloves Squad. This was a well-known fact. Now a high-ranking being from this path stood in front of him and asked him for a basic job. This made Dunn feel very confused. The captain of the Tingen Nighthawks Squad didn't even know whether to report to the Holy Temple or ask for help from the local church.

Theoretically, it was unlikely that the other party was an enemy—but it seemed unlikely that the other party was not an enemy.

Before Dunn could think of a solution, the telegraph machine in the back room rang. Dunn paused for breath, and the visitor spoke before him.

"The identification you've been waiting for has arrived."

He said. Dunn hesitated for a moment, and glanced at Luo Shan who was still sleeping soundly at the front desk. As if reading his concerns, the visitor stepped aside and gestured for invitation. Dunn whispered an apology, walked over and carried Luo Shan into the house before going to receive the telegram. Pages of paper were printed quickly and spit out from the machine, forming a file that should never have been delivered in this way.

——A file belonging to Leonard Mitchell, without any flaws or too much information, written from beginning to end as safe and reliable, but with no similarities with the person standing outside.

"You should ask the temple for confirmation."

The visitor had walked to the door of the room without knowing when. He did not go inside, but kept a distance that gave Dunn a false sense of security. He reminded politely.

"I will." Dunn heard his own voice and swallowed his saliva. "The civilian staff are all on holiday today. I'm afraid I can't process the formalities for you for the time being... Would it be convenient for you to come tomorrow?"

The visitor seemed stunned for a moment, and Dunn then realized that a considerable number of the church's senior leaders were ascetics - it was said that the ascetics did not enjoy any luxurious treatment, and would not celebrate the holidays with anyone - thinking in this way, it was normal for the visitor to forget what day it was today.

"Today is New Year's Day. I mean, everyone is going home to reunite with their families." He added, politely, "Happy New Year to you too. If you have anyone you want to visit, I think today might be the right time."

In short, Dunn hoped to see the big man off first - leaving him some space and time to prepare - and the visitor nodded.

"I'll come tomorrow... By the way, that sentence you said before."

"？"

That sentence? Dunn didn't realize for a moment that he had offended the visitor by that sentence, as the visitor continued to talk.

"He told me that, too."

Who is he? Dunn didn't dare to ask, he just said.

"Then perhaps today is the right day."

"Wait a little longer."

The visitor did not answer yes or no. He just spoke calmly, words that Dunn could not understand at all.

"——Wait a little longer until he comes."

After confirming with the church and the temple overnight, Dunn had to accept the reality that a big shot would be parachuted into his team. The temple did not tell him the identity and name of the person who came, but only told Dunn that he could ask him for help, but not to bother with him. Dunn still had some questions until he saw the final instructions from the temple.

——Don't explore, don't ask, don't look directly. But please have absolute trust in Leonard Mitchell, just like you believe in the monarch of the night.

Mr. Nightmare, who claimed that he would have little room for promotion in his lifetime, shuddered for a moment. He suddenly realized that the person who would nominally become his teammate was someone he could not fathom. He was ready to put the other party on a pedestal and to warn everyone in the team. But on his first day at work, Leonard rolled down the stairs.

"I don't seem to be used to the power of Beyonders yet."

This Sequence 8 on the file, whose actual Sequence was even higher than that of the Goddess Sword Lord, who Dunn could talk to normally, had nothing to do with the matter of 'not adapting to the power of Beyonders', so he explained to his colleagues. His overly handsome face had neither shame nor smile, lacking the most basic emotions, and was as dull as a product carved by a craftsman with only skills but no ingenuity.

When he appeared this time, the aura around him that would make any Beyonder fall down after just one look was much less. Others just felt safe staying next to him - but the Night Watchers also often used these essential oils for incense and rituals - the colleagues who knew nothing about the newcomer's story joked with the new colleague who had rolled down the stairs on his first day at work, trying not to embarrass the latter.

——If Leonard really felt embarrassed, he really rolled down accidentally.

Those who were on duty went to work, and Dunn announced that he would personally lead Leonard, and the two walked down the stairs. Following the usual practice, Dunn would introduce the entire Blackthorn Security Company to his new colleagues, so that the night watchmen could find what they needed as quickly as possible when needed. The most important of these was the Chanis Gate. The voices gradually faded away as they walked, and suddenly, Dunn heard Leonard's voice.

"Did I scare you?"

Dunn answered as calmly and thoughtlessly as possible.

"You gave them a fright."

"Isn't it funny?"

"What?"

Dunn didn't understand at first, but Leonard quickly explained it to him.

"Isn't it funny? The fact that I tumbled down the stairs."

Dunn thought, if you are really just a new night watcher who has just become a Beyonder on your first day at work, it might be quite funny, maybe. But he just smiled politely, regardless of whether the people behind him could see it. Leonard didn't need him to respond.

"He always said this back then, and he couldn't help laughing when he said it. I thought it must be very funny."

Who is he? Dunn heard this pronoun again. He tried to guess, was he this gentleman's former teammate? Or his former relative? Nightmare quickly gathered his thoughts and silently recited the advice again. He only answered with some words that were not profound and did not hurt.

"So you chose to fall down the stairs?"

"yes."

"But why?"——Obviously, the person you are talking about is not here.

"I think," Leonard said quietly, "so that you can tell this story to others later."

Who are they? Dunn wanted to ask, but Leonard had already stopped. He seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation.

"The Chanis Gate no longer needs to be guarded." He said softly, "If there is anything you need me for, you can tell me."

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Dunn as if he had been wiped out.

After that, there was a nominal member in the Tingen Nighthawks. Leonard was not a difficult person to get along with, and he was not as rare as Dunn thought. He just rarely responded to people. It was as if there was a thick barrier between him and the world. It took three or four times longer for other people's voices to reach him.

But Leonard would handle anything well as long as he agreed. During his three years in Tingen, several night watchmen who were almost killed were always saved by him at the last minute and successfully retired. Dunn felt relieved, but he also repeatedly warned himself not to relax in this situation where someone was there to back him up - any relaxation during the mission could cost him his life, and Leonard might not always be there.

Three years have passed, and Dunn and everyone on the team have gotten used to calling Leonard directly instead of his last name, which no one responds to. Everyone has also gotten used to this colleague who has a weak sense of existence, seems to have nothing to do actively, has no interest in interpersonal communication, and occasionally disappears, but is very reliable.

Leonard's sudden disappearance during the mission and his rare volunteering to go on the mission became a hot topic in the Blackthorn Security Company. As soon as Frye opened the door, a head popped out. Xiga asked.

"I heard Leonard ran off with a man?"

"......"

What the hell is going on? Dunn couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't answer, so he could only correct her.

"It's the victim."

"Oh." Xijia did not give up: "Then Leonard ran away with the victim?"

Dunn wanted to say that it was better not to do so, because with his rank and unknown identity, if he really ran away with someone in Tingen, we would all have a big problem. But the fact that Leonard's true identity was problematic obviously could not be told directly to his colleagues, so the captain of the Nighthawks could only smile.

"I'm going to visit Mr. Moretti again tonight."

He invited.

"Want to come along?"

"Leonard wants to meet you? The Moretti who disappeared after meeting you and didn't come back with you?" Xiga hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, I always feel that Leonard is really scary when he is angry... If you really have any stories, remember to tell us!"

There was a sound of approval from behind the door, and it was clear that more than one person had such expectations. Facing the eager anticipation of the players, Dunn just wanted to say that with Leonard watching over me, it was not easy for me to fall asleep smoothly today...

"Captain, your progress with Ms. Daly is pretty good!"

——Roshan's voice came from behind the door.

Dunn, who remembered the advice of the Holy Temple, did not dare to think or ask whether Leonard had anything to do with Mr. Moretti. As for his story with Daley, it was impossible to reach the ending that the players expected.

But Dunn's plan went more smoothly than he imagined. He only consumed a little spiritual energy to enter Klein's dream. After confirming the latter's relative innocence, Dunn, relieved, took Klein to be examined by the psychic. The carriage with the police badge stopped downstairs of Moretti's house. Klein, who had been relatively cooperative before, had half of his body in the carriage when he got in, but suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?"

Dunn asked. Klein's voice came from the carriage, and he quickly resumed his actions.

"--nothing."

What Dunn didn't know was that the first person Klein saw when he poked his head into the carriage was Leonard. The familiar animal-eared man, with his expensive-looking, religious clothes and long hair, occupied an entire side of the fairly spacious carriage. He stretched out a hand, held down the hem of his clothes and the chasuble, leaving room for Klein to get in. The light in his green eyes was brighter than the stars outside the window.

Mr. Dunn obviously didn't know there was an extra person in his car. Klein was stiffly pulled over by Leonard and sat next to him. Dunn soon got in the car and sat opposite him. Since Dunn's eyes never drifted towards Leonard from beginning to end, Klein had to accept that he was the only one who could see Leonard in this state.

In order to prevent Dunn from thinking that he was going to jump out of the car and run away, Klein had to squeeze towards Leonard. The overly enthusiastic animal-eared man obviously misunderstood Klein's meaning, and Leonard immediately hugged Klein's shoulders. If Klein hadn't glared at him, he would have been picked up by Klein and placed on his lap.

Klein, who barely squeezed in with Leonard to sit down, finally got off the bus. The conversations between him and Dunn, which were meant to be warnings and reminders, should have made him shudder, but Leonard's gesture of holding his hand made it seem less horrifying. Because he didn't know how far Leonard's shielding could be opened, Klein could only silently endure him playing with his fingers.

The carriage almost crossed half of Tingen and finally stopped in front of a single-family house with a garden. At the driver's reminder, the three of them got off the carriage. Klein finally won the right to get off the carriage, and Leonard followed behind him, in front of a spirit behind him that no one except Klein could see.

Unfortunately, Mr. Ling behind him was not very stable either. He followed Klein's gaze and looked at whatever he saw. Then, just like before at the market, Leonard quickly brought back various things and handed them to Klein: he broke off branches of flowers that Klein didn't recognize in the garden and removed the small thorny leaves; he casually scratched the decorative pattern on the stone table in the garden that Klein had glanced at, and placed the stone piece with the pattern in front of Klein - the black veil on his head was even like the tentacles of a jellyfish, rolling up a passing nightingale and stuffing it into Klein's hand.

"......"

Klein tried his best to avoid the man's hand and the black veil. He felt that he had used up all his skills in controlling his movements and expressions. Fortunately, the road to the house was not long, and the time traveler soon reached the end. The real "psychic" lady that Dunn had predicted to him sat on the sofa facing the door and smiled at them.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

"Good evening, ma'am."

The nightingale finally released fluttered away. Klein took off his hat and bowed gently to the lady. Under Captain Dunn's arrangement, Klein sat on a single sofa nearby. He saw Leonard leaning against the window sill from the corner of his eye. The man almost melted in the shadow of the window. Only his green eyes were still shining in the darkness. Like a wolf in the wilderness.

——Am I his food or his companion?

The time traveler couldn't help but think - but he soon didn't have time to pay attention to these things. Daly had taken out two small glass bottles. She opened one of them and poured the liquid into the bright blue candlelight. As she moved, a very light fragrance came. The fragrance was a little familiar, but it was not exactly the same as what Klein remembered?

"...Chamomile?"

A peace that was much weaker than the one Leonard brought came over him again, and Klein tried not to resist the feeling. He murmured. Daly caught his voice and replied with a smile.

"Yes, there are other ingredients - this is a hydrosol extracted from mixed distillation. I call it "Amanda", which means tranquility in the Hermetic language (1). Because the other ingredients have no fragrance, the main scent is chamomile."

As she spoke, the pure dew she spilled had already swayed across the room with the candlelight. Daley opened another bottle and spilled a few drops of it as she did just now. This time the scent was much stronger, closer to the scent of strong liquor. Along with the intoxicating aroma, Klein's vision began to shake. He seemed to be wrapped in gray fog again, but without the feeling of pain and ascension. Just as the traverser was still confused, he heard Daley's voice.

"Let's get to know each other again. I am the Psychic Daly." (1)

As long as you can stay awake, it is not difficult to deal with such questions. Although he does not have much acting skills, Klein still performs exceptionally well. After several attempts to induce him without any results, Daly ended the ceremony. While she was talking to Dunn, Klein pretended to slowly wake up. Daly and the captain's conversation had come to an end. Neither of them was satisfied with the other's attitude, and it was a stalemate.

"Uh." Klein really didn't want to look at the animal-eared man who was about to approach him, so he picked up a random topic: "Madam, you said before that Amandal has other ingredients besides chamomile. Can you tell me what they are?"

"This is not something that can be easily replicated at home." Daly chuckled: "If the dosage is not correct, it can easily cause other accidents."

"I just think it's a little familiar."

Klein explained awkwardly. He really had no intention of prying into other people's secret recipes. He simply felt that the smell that was almost completely covered by the clear fragrance of chamomile was more familiar to him than the smell of chamomile. Daly quickly understood what he meant, and the smile on her lips widened.

"Of course you will find it familiar, because this is the most common plant in the Church of Darkness."

"？"

"Forget-me-not, the symbolic flower of the god of night."

Daly said, her last word, Kleinpu, sounded a little strange to him. The memory of the original owner made him associate this word with the dark purple, spike-shaped flowers. But the traverser immediately realized that something was wrong - Daly was not speaking the Loen language that he had learned through the memory of the original owner, but simply a "Chinese transliteration"!

The psychic didn't notice Klein's abnormality, and she continued.

"Forget-me-not has almost no fragrance, and will be covered by the scent of chamomile in the formula. But as the symbolic flower of the king of night and sleep, it has always been very effective in sleep and tranquility..."

Daly was still talking, and probably to ease the atmosphere, Dunn also cooperated and told a few interesting stories in the church: for example, the legend used the same symbol of the God of Night, and forget-me-nots were easier to attract the attention of the gods than pure silver, and it would be best to pair it with another forget-me-not, and thank God forget-me-nots are basically half-dried branches, which can be hung in the church for a long time at a very low price.

But Klein couldn't listen anymore. The time traveler was stunned as he listened to the familiar three words echoing in his ears repeatedly in an unfamiliar way. He looked towards the window, and Leonard, who was being stared at by him, seemed to come alive. His dark green eyes gradually became brighter as they stared at each other, and finally condensed into the color of emerald under the sun.

He walked over and leaned over Klein. He smoothed the marks on the hem of his shirt and placed a flower in Klein's hand.

——That's a forget-me-not.

Perhaps out of concern and a sense of responsibility after confirming that Klein was indeed just an innocent victim, Dunn had insisted on sending Klein home. After all, it was already late at night, and whether it would be easy to hire a carriage was not an issue. Everyone could see that the Moretti family was poor, and they didn't seem like the type of people who could afford such a consumption.

Leonard knocked on the door at this time. Dunn went to open the door and was obviously stunned when he saw him. The beast-eared man in front of people no longer had four extra arms, and his complicated clothes were changed into the simplest shirt, trousers, long boots and a black windbreaker. He nodded to Dunn.

"I'll take him back."

Dunn thought to himself, so he was waiting here... But since Leonard had spoken, he could only nod. He gave Klein a smile that didn't seem awkward.

"My colleagues will take you back. Also, if possible, Mr. Moretti, for your safety, I suggest you join us. Well, if you are interested in this part, you can come and discuss it with me in detail tomorrow."

He gave Klein an address, and Klein read it silently twice, making sure he remembered it before nodding. Dunn didn't say anything more. He exchanged glances with Daly. The psychic waved, and the blue candlelight disappeared in her palm. She waved to the two young men and followed Dunn out the door.

Soon, the sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the stone slabs was heard again. Klein was left in this haunted house with Leonard. Late at night, in a haunted house, this was originally a very scary thing for a time traveler who was just a fool. But with Leonard here, he didn't feel scared at all.

"Aren't we leaving?"

Klein asked. Leonard had not yet shed his human skin. Upon hearing this, his tail, which had lost its cover, swept the ground fiercely.

"I thought you had some questions for me."

Leonard could no longer remember what he used to look like, but he still remembered Klein's appearance and his preferences very clearly. He knew how much Klein feared the unknown and how much he wanted to find some sense of security. Although he didn't understand why Klein was unwilling to seek security from him, he still took the trouble to ask his useful subordinates to prepare some answers for him.

——For example, this world with extraordinary powers, what exactly are Beyonders, and the truth of this incident. Or how long has Leonard followed him, and why is he still here?

But Klein didn't ask anything, so Leonard had to stuff back the answers that Klein no longer needed. He tried to shake Klein's hand, and this time Klein didn't struggle.

The huge wolf's tail swept the ground even harder. Leonard summoned the Secret, covered Klein's eyes with a black veil, and led him through the spirit world. In just a few breaths, they arrived at the door of the Moretti family's apartment. Leonard untied the black veil on Klein's face - the carrier of the Secret was obviously not such an inconvenient thing, but he insisted on untying it with his hands, as if it was really just an ordinary black veil.

"We're here."

He said softly, carefully rubbing the red at the corner of Klein's eyes with his fingertips.

"What's wrong with you, Klein? Are you sad?"

"I..." Klein took a deep breath and asked, "Forget-me-not, is it because I told you so?"

Leonard was stunned for a moment, not understanding why, and nodded. Almost instantly, he smelled a deeper scent of sadness and nostalgia on Klein.

——That was a familiar smell. He had smelled it before.

In Leonard's memory, this dark purple flower that seemed to be dried up naturally was not called forget-me-not.

At that time, it had another name, a name that Leonard had forgotten. That afternoon, Leonard and Klein went on a mission together. They walked through the street together and happened to pass by the flower shop at the corner of the street. Klein was lost in thought when he saw the deep purple in the window of the flower shop. Leonard walked forward a few steps before realizing that Klein had not caught up.

Tingen's Midnight Poet turned around and followed Klein's gaze, just in time to bump into a patch of purple under the sunlight. Deep and light purples occupied his field of vision. Leonard just found it funny. It was rare for him to see Klein show his love for something so obviously. The Midnight Poet pressed his shoulder.

"Wait me a moment."

Before he finished speaking, Leonard didn't care whether Klein answered or not. He walked into the flower shop with a swagger. After talking to the shop owner's mother-in-law for a few words, he pointed at Klein who was still standing on the street. The shop owner's mother-in-law seemed to smile. Leonard quickly came out with an armful of dark purple bouquets, and he stuffed Klein's arms full of flowers. Klein subconsciously lowered his head, his brown eyes were full of dark purple. He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Leonard again.

"This is for you." Leonard said, "It's rare to see you like something so much."

"...I don't like it."

"What to do, I've already bought them." Leonard smiled: "Do you want to consider liking them now?"

Klein glanced at him unhappily, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise along with Leonard. He lowered his head, buried his nose in the flower branch, and took a deep breath. This flower didn't have much fragrance, but Klein seemed to have drawn some strength from it.

"Leonard," he asked quietly, "Do you know what it's called?"

"——"

Leonard actually knew that in Loen at that time, this flower was used as a subtle expression of love. Leonard could hear his own heartbeat, which was as loud as a drum and almost jumped out of his throat. The Midnight Poet could only close his mouth and shook his head.

Klein laughed again. His tone was brisk and melancholy, with a deep and heavy nostalgia and sadness that Leonard could hear but could not understand. He said to Leonard.

"Where I come from, it's called Forget-Me-Not."

He used a word Leonard had never heard of before, and it was very different from any language Leonard had ever learned. When Leonard tried to repeat it, he felt that his tongue and teeth were not his own.

"Don't forget—me?"

"Yes. Forget-me-not means don't forget me." Klein smiled at Leonard: "Thank you, Leonard, I like it very much."

——He said forget me, he said don't forget me. After that, he was buried in the grave, and Leonard walked alone in the world with a heart full of fire. He killed his enemies, sent his friends away, and because of a story that Crane once told him, he went back to dig his grave and almost died in the grave holding a bunch of dry bones.

But he did not die in the end. The man who survived by eating the lives of others was not finally allowed to lead to the death he had been waiting for for so long.

After that, the end of the world came, and after that, the world collapsed. After that, the world and time began to rotate from the beginning of the creation. Leonard spent thousands of years guarding the authority and the throne that he had never cared about.

Leonard never forgot it, even though the three months he spent with Klein were as short as a moment in his long life, even though he almost forgot what he looked like, he never forgot it.

——He said it, Klein said it, forget me not.

Leonard was eventually locked out by Klein. He said goodnight to Leonard and watched the man's wolf tail sweeping the ground, almost stirring up a gust of wind. After closing the door, the time traveler walked towards the bedroom in the dark. He threw himself on the not-so-soft bed, as if he wanted to extract a deliberate pain from it.

The original owner's nutritional status was obviously not good. When he fell on the bed, his thin muscles could not protect his bones, and the bed board hit Klein so hard that his whole body hurt. But the time traveler seemed to be unaware of it. He turned around and covered his eyes with his forearm, holding the purple flower that Leonard handed to him in his palm.

Leonard knows about forget-me-nots, and he also knows what forget-me-nots mean. Klein thought in the dimness, but he definitely won't know why I call it forget-me-nots.

In Klein's hometown, in the 21st century, the dark purple Limonium entered the mainland market under the name of Forget-Me-Not and soon became a hot seller. For many years after that, when the name Forget-Me-Not was mentioned, everyone could only think of the dark purple one, as if it was born to be a dry Limonium.

But in fact, there has long been a real forget-me-not on this land. The grass flower looks short and unprepossessing, with small blue five-petal flowers. It is the Myosotis in Greek mythology, and it is also the one that gave forget-me-not its name.

In the following years, forget-me-not gradually became a false memory. Zhou Mingrui had a long argument with the merchant after buying the wrong seeds. Finally, when he opened Baidu, the forget-me-nots he could find were all unfamiliar ones, with five light blue petals. He looked through the encyclopedia bit by bit, and it took him a long time to figure out which name belonged to which.

After that, Zhou Mingrui never forgot who was the blood-replenishing grass and who was the forget-me-not. He had not called it that for many years, but as long as he heard the name and saw the purple flower, the time traveler instantly understood what his future self meant.

——An impostor, a blood-replenishing herb living in other people's stories.

——Klein, an imposter living in the love of others.

——This is the only thing I will not tell him, no matter what the relationship between Leonard and I was like in the last life, the last playthrough, or the restart with or without.

In the darkness, in the vague, gradually numbing pain, the time traveler thought calmly.

Notes: (1) From Volume 1, Chapter 14

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The transition is complete at the end of this chapter! I can start writing about the male ghost happily. Without the foreshadowing, Klein will always be wary of Leonard, which is not conducive to the development of their relationship. Boss, please understand.

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Chapter 6

Melissa woke up to the smell of hot tea.

Yesterday's overly rich and delicious dinner was a little difficult for her to digest. Melissa thought she would get up several times, but unexpectedly she had a good night's sleep. The rich fat aroma of mutton seemed to still linger on the tip of her tongue, but when she smelled the aroma of tea, Melissa couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

I have to go see Klein. Spices are very expensive and I can't afford his mess. Melissa found a good excuse for her anxiety. She quickly tidied herself up, opened the door, and saw Klein sitting at the table.

"Good morning, Melissa."

Klein smiled. Contrary to what Melissa had guessed, her second brother didn't even bring out the black bread. There was only a lonely cup of tea in front of him.

"You got up earlier than I thought. Did you sleep well last night?"

"not bad."

Melissa said. She noticed that the stove in the kitchen was still burning, with a teapot on it. The girl, who had long been aware of being the head of the family and taking care of her second brother, was just about to take down the teapot to avoid wasting precious fuel, but Klein walked into the kitchen first. He took the pot of hot tea off the stove, placed it on the mat prepared on the table, and poured a cup for Melissa first. It was not until Klein approached that Melissa noticed the blue under his eyes. After a few seconds of hesitation, Melissa still spoke.

"Klein, you don't look well."

"No."

Klein subconsciously denied it. Then, following Melissa's gaze, he raised his hand and touched his eyes. Caught red-handed by his sister, the brother without dignity silently said, "An elder sister is like a mother." The corners of his mouth curled up.

"——I just didn't sleep well last night, don't worry."

Klein had said so. Originally, Melissa would have chosen to believe him. But when she thought about the fact that Klein was at a critical juncture in his life, Melissa opened her mouth.

"I believe you. I mean, you don't have to put so much pressure on yourself, Klein."

Of course, Klein understood what she meant. Melissa was telling him not to take the application and the exam so seriously. He really wanted to tell Melissa that he probably wouldn't pass, but he didn't have to worry. He heard that Mr. Dunn's night watchman treatment was very good, and he probably had a high chance of getting the job... But what came out of his mouth was something else.

"Melissa, if I don't pass the interview and become a teaching assistant--"

"That's okay." Melissa blurted out. This was a bolt from the blue for the Moretti family, who were already in a difficult situation. It was something they couldn't accept at all, but Melissa's eyes were still bright: "Then find another job. Well, I believe you can always find a better one, Klein. The same goes for Benson."

After she finished speaking, she went to the kitchen to get some rye bread. Unlike Klein, who was currently doing nothing and preparing for the exam at home, Melissa still had to go to class today. She never took the bus to class. In order to save a little money on the bus fare, she always walked. This caused her to get up earlier than other students and waste more time on the road, but she couldn't afford to waste any time.

A loaf of rye bread bought yesterday was taken out and divided fairly into two portions. This was also the rule of the Moretti family. Klein would not take more just because he was the older brother or Benson was an important laborer. Klein took his portion and followed Melissa's example by soaking the hard-to-chew bread in hot tea.

"...Melissa?"

"Um?"

The girl who was holding the cup and drinking the tea that Klein had poured for her raised her head when she heard this. She looked so thin, with obvious signs of malnutrition. In Zhou Mingrui's hometown, he would only see such children on the Internet, but in Loen, some of Melissa's peers were even married. Klein's voice was light and soft, and he whispered.

"Thank you."

The girl didn't understand what was going on. She chewed the rye bread that was hard for Klein to swallow, without any dissatisfaction or reluctance on her face.

"It doesn't matter?"

The short breakfast time ended quickly, and Melissa went back to the bedroom to change her clothes again. Before going out, she hesitated.

"Klein, don't put so much pressure on yourself. We are a family, we can face problems together. Well, you know, our life is pretty good right now."

After saying this, Melissa put on her worn-out veil and almost ran away. Klein was left smiling at the door. In Klein's memory, Melissa was never good at such straightforward tender scenes. Like most girls from ordinary families, she matured too early and shouldered some of the family burdens that she shouldn't have borne.

Even so, Melissa could hardly be called the unfortunate girl of this era - because she at least had two good brothers, and the Moretti family was doing OK. She could still go to the school she was interested in, instead of being forced to find a heavy job too early and then marry in a hurry when she reached a certain age.

This is also my responsibility. The time traveler said to himself: I am Klein Moretti now, and I have the responsibility and obligation to make his sister live a good life - she is also my sister now.

"That being said..."

Thinking of this, Klein sighed deeply. He actually had no idea what he would do in the future. Anyway, the original owner's memory was so fragmented that he had no hope of becoming an assistant teacher according to Klein's original path.

Although Dunn's words made it seem as if Klein would be welcomed by Tingen's Nightwatchers if he wanted to join them, as a former member of society, the time traveler didn't think it would be that easy. Regardless of whether he could successfully join the company, at least in his previous life, civil servants were divided into different levels, and people like him would probably only be responsible for odd jobs, and their salary might not be enough to support their family.

How come sweeping the floor in a compound is not considered a job in the compound?

Klein thought with a hint of sarcasm. He changed his posture and leaned back on the chair that was actually not comfortable at all and lacked cushions. The time traveler's brain circuit had already fast-forwarded to his past life, thinking about whether there was anything in his little knowledge that he could exchange for money... Then, he was stunned for a moment.

The time traveler's eyes followed the direction of the light and naturally stopped at the window of the Moretti family. The windows of the Moretti family not only looked gray, but also had cracks and traces of repairs. But this did not affect the sunlight's fair illumination of everyone and every room, regardless of whether they were poor or rich. And the moment his eyes moved over, the sunlight stopped.

——Only because a higher being than it came and claimed ownership of this area.

The man who had been there for an unknown amount of time, or perhaps had never left, stood outside the window. The moment Klein saw him, his figure was erased and he reappeared in the room in an instant. Just like every time before, this huge animal-eared man didn't care about the social distance between people. He stood in front of Klein, his long black hair almost hanging down to the back of Klein's hand.

"Klein."

Leonard asked, his green eyes full of a faint light.

"Don't you want to be a night watcher?"

The case is solved. It seems that this guy never left. I just don't know when he entered the house... Klein thought to himself as he moved his chair back and sat down.

"Some things are not a matter of whether I want to or not." Klein said, "Besides, I might not have been able to become a Nighthawk."

He had tried to retreat as gently as possible, but it was obviously useless to Leonard. The man approached him again without hesitation, and Klein had no choice but to move his chair and continue to retreat... He repeated this action several times. After Klein was squeezed into a corner by Leonard, he finally gave up.

What should I do if I don't give up? Should I go through the wall and return to the bedroom? I feel that the room with the bed is much more dangerous than the living room.

"You can do it."

Klein stopped resisting. Leonard's green eyes were obviously brighter. He said with a firm tone. Klein already knew that he also had an identity in the Nighthawks. He did not think that Leonard was just a simple team member. Considering the Forget-Me-Nots, Leonard must have a certain say in the Church of the Night, at least to the extent that he could influence the naming of the symbolic flower of God. But the time traveler obviously had no guess about his true identity - Klein did not intend to guess.

"Is this also experience from the future?" Klein said with a casual smile, "Well, I'll consider it. But then again, if I don't try, what else can I do? I don't have much memory left, so I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the exam."

Klein couldn't even hide his identity as a time traveler and his real name from Leonard, so he didn't plan to hide it anymore. To his surprise, when he said this, the time traveler actually felt a rare sense of relief. Leonard lowered his head and sniffed Klein's scent. After confirming that there was no sadness in it, his tone was rarely raised.

"If you want." Leonard said, "If you want, Klein, do you want to be an assistant coach?"

Originally, Leonard had never thought that Klein would do something else. In his memory, Klein would always be that little Nighthawk. They would become teammates, they would become friends, and they would travel through the streets and alleys of Backlund together... This time, Leonard prepared everything that Klein liked for him. He had the ability to raise Klein well and give him the future and expectations he had once told him. Leonard and Klein would be together forever, until the moment the world collapsed, until the next, and even more cycles.

This is what Leonard asked for, and what Amanesis promised him, as a reward for his acting as the divine authority of Eternal Darkness and the authority of "Reset", just as the Black Emperor hoped that his daughter would be taken care of forever, away from death and despair.

Even if Leonard himself died prematurely, there would be others who were trudging through this cycle to carry out his vision. Whether it was Amanesis or someone else who took his place, they would take good care of Klein and give him a smooth and perfect life until the moment the world was destroyed. Just as he clearly had no need for the course of history and the change of times, but still pruned the branches of the world and history step by step.

——This is the eternal oath of the cycle, the root that closely connects the resetters of the infinite cycle.

It is precisely because of this that Leonard, who replaced Amanesis as the God of Night and Grisha as the core in this cycle, was willing to listen to his companions when he held almost the highest authority and power in this time and this world. He accepted the future that Klein chose for himself, instead of feeding him his own blood and flesh, hiding him in a secret country, and connecting them forever.

The Demon Wolf had always thought that this was all he could endure, but when he heard Klein's confused voice, Leonard silently took a step back.

——If Klein wants to. Leonard said to himself. As long as he wants, it doesn't matter what. Anyway, this time, I won't let go of his hand.

The gods, who had no other wishes, had almost accepted this outcome. Anyway, the world didn't have much time left, and even if Klein was just an ordinary person, they could still walk together to the last second of the end of the world. But to Leonard's surprise, Klein paused after hearing his question. He seemed to think for a long time before he slowly let out a long breath.

"Forget it."

Klein said, with a hint of nostalgia.

"That's his wish, not mine. Actually, I have always been interested in the occult, otherwise I wouldn't have..."

At this point, the time traveler covered his face, took a deep breath, and rubbed his cheeks vigorously to cover the dampness. He tried hard to control his voice from shaking.

"Leonard, is it convenient for me to go to Zouteland Street now?"

"It's always convenient."

Leonard stretched out his hand tentatively. He wanted to pick up Klein and let him lean on his shoulder like he remembered. But Klein had already raised his face before he did, and his tone had returned to normal.

"So, do you want to come with me?"

The time traveler only realized what he had said after the invitation.

Klein was stunned for a few seconds. It was then that he realized that he was actually inviting Leonard... Mr. Straight Man originally thought that he would seize every opportunity to escape from the shadow of the not-so-straight animal-eared man. But Klein didn't feel any regret. For a programmer who was extremely busy and worked a lot of overtime in the office, he really hadn't gone out with friends for a long time.

Yes, my friend, Klein thought. I am willing to treat Leonard as a friend, not just because of the future and the way he tries to get close to me, not just because of the forget-me-not and his knowledge of my identity as a time traveler - why is that? Klein did not have a clear answer. But this time, in his sight, Leonard slowly shook his head.

This was the first time he rejected Klein. Klein felt a sense of loss, but that strange feeling soon faded. There was nothing strange about it. To put it bluntly, there was no need for the two of them to stick together like conjoined twins. The time traveler said to himself. He raised his hand and tapped Leonard's shoulder. The latter obediently stepped back a little, allowing Klein to slip out from under him.

The time traveler, who was preparing to face the interview and his future life, quickly took out his most respectable suit, used a small brush to carefully clean the dust off his hat, and checked the seams and wrinkles of his clothes. Klein carefully adjusted his collar, and just as he was about to leave, Leonard called him again.

"Klein."

"What's wrong?"

The brown eyes turned back, a little dazed, and were illuminated by the sunlight. Looking at the green eyes shrouded in darkness, Leonard smiled. It was different from his previous smile, like a wandering ghost regaining a body to rely on, or like a dying tree soaked in the heavy rain of the past. The man said slowly.

"——Klein, I'll be waiting for you out front."

Under Roshan's leadership, after loading the huge sum of twelve gold pounds, the guns and bullets that Captain Dunn had specifically asked him to practice with, and the badge proving his identity, Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

His entry process was smoother than he expected, and the work benefits were much better than Klein thought. Not only that, the weekly salary was very considerable... Considering that there would be extra money if he became a Beyonder and a regular team member in the future, Klein almost instantly fell in love with this job and the good employee benefits of the Church of Evernight.

If he had a job like this before traveling through time, the time traveler feels that he would never hold that damn luck-changing ceremony. What is a mere bad luck worth compared to money?

Klein touched the gun bag he had buckled with great difficulty under his armpit. He had hardly seen this thing in the original owner's memory. He was able to wear it because of his extensive reading before crossing over. To be honest, although there was nothing inappropriate under the cover of the formal coat, Klein himself did not feel comfortable wearing it. When he was thinking about whether to go to the bathroom to adjust it, a pair of hands pressed his shoulders first.

Klein immediately turned around and saw the familiar jawline. Leonard no longer had four extra hands, but with his great strength, he could easily manipulate Klein with two hands. He took off Klein's formal coat and untied his gun bag. Just as he was about to touch the part of Klein that was restrained by the leather strap of the gun bag, Klein finally held his hand.

"——Wait a minute! I'm fine!"

Leonard was held down by Klein. The strength of an ordinary person was so meager for him, not to mention that Klein was not considered a brute force type among ordinary people. But Leonard did not move after being held down by Klein. The demon wolf coveted the warmth of Klein's fingers and the rare skin contact with him, but was also worried about the red mark on Klein's skin.

He didn't like this kind of thing. If Klein hadn't snatched the gun bag and the gun back from his hand, this mere mortal object would have disappeared in the anger of the hidden monarch in an instant. Leonard himself hadn't been able to leave any mark on Klein, so how could he accept that other things had done this before him?

"I'm just taking a look." Leonard said. Klein struggled even harder. If Leonard hadn't held his waist with one hand and his chest with the other, Klein would have flown up like a fish. The demon wolf immediately changed his words: "...I'm just touching it."

"This is at work! Give me back my coat!"

Klein struggled to suppress his voice. The poor time traveler really didn't expect to encounter such a weird situation in the company just after joining. Just as he was fighting with Leonard, the familiar black veil suddenly covered him.

At the other end of the corridor, Roxanne poked her head out.

"Klein, you haven't left yet. That's great. The captain asked me to tell you—"

Roshan's words got stuck in her throat. Klein felt that his face had burned off, and now he was left with the coldness of social death. But maybe it was the function of the black veil, Roshan didn't notice that Klein's clothes were disheveled and the two arms across his body belonged to his colleagues. She greeted Leonard.

"Good morning, Leonard. It's rare that you come to work today."

This sentence exposed Leonard's idleness, but Klein didn't have time to think about it. He almost held his breath, fearing that if he exhaled too much, the black veil would be blown away, causing Rosanne to see the real situation. He stopped struggling. Leonard rubbed Klein's knuckles with the back of his hand. He quickly unbuttoned a few buttons below Klein's collar, reached in with his broad palm, and rubbed the red mark on Klein's shoulder with his slender fingers bit by bit.

Leonard's body temperature was definitely not low. He was warm and had a faint fragrance, but his fingertips felt a little cold when they touched Klein. Ice and fire are the most likely to make people sensitive. Moreover, Roxanne was still watching. For a moment, Klein didn't know whether his heartbeat should speed up or just stop. He could only feel that the strange coolness quickly covered the discomfort caused by the friction on his body, as if he had used a pen to repaint other marks.

Finally, after informing Klein that she would come back to work next Monday, Luo Shan left. Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps because he was too nervous, he felt like he was going to collapse. For some reason, the new employee felt a little guilty and pushed Leonard's hand away unhappily. This time, the latter was obedient and let him push away.

"You actually joined the company three years ago."

"Well," Leonard shook out his formal coat and helped Klein put it on. He lowered his eyes, not showing any of the force that had been there when he had been pressing down on Klein for a long time. "I knew you were coming."

"？"

Klein slowly typed a question mark. Although he was a little touched, he really didn't understand this operation.

"Then why three years in advance? Don't you have a close relationship with the Church of Darkness? Wouldn't it be better to transfer here at this time?"

At least if it was Klein himself, he thought, he felt that he had done a great job by coming back, so why waste another three years? Three years, more than a thousand days, what else could he do with that time? Even if it was for an old friend, wouldn't it be more valuable to spend more time preparing things that the old friend expected instead of waiting in vain?

The pragmatic time traveler obviously didn't have that much romantic talent - mainly because he wasn't gay and couldn't understand a man's romance with another man, especially when one of the protagonists was himself. But Leonard had already pushed him into his arms again. He turned Klein over so that he could see Klein's eyes, and his long tail wrapped around his back and around Klein's legs.

Low, he said.

"Klein, I'm just a little scared."

Klein wanted to say that your expression didn't show any fear at all. He also wanted to say that shouldn't I, a straight man who is being followed by a man and is definitely no match for you, be the one who's afraid? But the time traveler paused and asked anyway.

"...What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that if it wasn't this road, if it wasn't exactly the same as before, you wouldn't have come here."

Where are we going? Klein almost asked, and he quickly understood what Leonard meant. The time traveler just found it doubly funny - he was not the type who was afraid of socializing and was taciturn, and he still had some friends before he traveled through time. Klein never thought that people could only become friends in one way, nor did he think that his encounters with all his friends followed the same template.

But, then again, if it weren't for Leonard's forceful intrusion into Klein's life, following him from the first second he traveled through time until now, showing excessive toughness and a power that Klein could not resist from beginning to end, Klein would feel it's hard to say. The traveler is very self-aware of his sexual orientation, and he respects different orientations, but if he is gay, he will only make a sharp noise and then run away.

Thinking of this, Klein's ever-vigorous curiosity once again uncontrollably unfolded, and he asked casually.

"What would you do if I really didn't come over?"

In fact, Klein regretted his decision right after he asked. Mr. Straight Man was afraid that he would hear some exaggerated remarks that would lead him to start searching for the location of Kongtong Mountain in another world, but he heard Leonard's apology instead.

"I'm sorry." The man, who had always told him everything he knew and had basically told him everything Klein could know and had asked, spoke with genuine apology in his tone this time: "Klein, no matter how you leave, I will find you."

—That's it? Klein, who had expected to hear some comments that normal websites and normal brothers wouldn't have, rubbed his nose. He didn't dare to ask any more questions anyway. The time traveler awkwardly changed the subject.

"...is this what we agreed on?"

Leonard didn't say yes or no, he just looked at Klein with his green eyes. Klein soon ran out of options, and he led Leonard back. When he was about to enter the door, he remembered that he was going to take Melissa out for dinner when he received the advance salary. Klein had to discuss with Leonard whether he could remain invisible throughout the restaurant.

What the time traveler will never know is what kind of darkness was hidden in Leonard's green eyes when he asked Leonard for some time when he was not around so that he could have a simple dinner with his sister.

Klein should have asked me for more. Leonard, who had been a god for many years, thought: Why doesn't Klein ask me for more, more valuable things?

—If that's the case...if Klein chooses to leave first...I'll have a reason to take him away.

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There is actually nothing good in Lun's mind. Don't overestimate the moral level of a mythical creature who has been a god for so many years. Not to mention that he has long forgotten, mythical creatures and gods don't have such things.

If Klein asks for too much, he will happily jump to the second BE ending in this article - [Raising]. Klein was probably taken to the Dark Heaven, unable to escape, and was forced to accept Leonard. Until they closed their eyes together at the end of the world.

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Chapter 7

The time traveler was not gay, so of course he could not understand why the green-eyed man with animal ears was inexplicably lost. He stared at Leonard until the other nodded and promised not to interfere with Moretti's family dinner, then he quickly withdrew his gaze.

——There was no other way. Although Leonard seemed to not only not need to eat or drink, but also not need to sleep or work, and could be a ghost 24 hours a day, as an ordinary human being followed by him, Klein still had a lot of serious things to do.

The time traveler picked a cane for himself to break the big bills, and after returning home, he negotiated with his sister about the celebration in the evening. Although he was persuaded by Melissa to not go out for a big meal to celebrate, he successfully persuaded Melissa to give him a small reward.

Klein, finally feeling a little relieved, packed all his equipment—the revolver Blackthorn had equipped him with and the cane he had purchased himself—he carefully brushed the dust off his hat, straightened his clothes in front of a broken mirror, and then went to Hoy University to express his apologies and the sudden change in work arrangements to the professors who had always taken good care of the original Klein.

This was not difficult. The people of Loen were a bit like the British people that the time traveler had learned about on the Internet in his previous life. They were not only respectable, but also sensible. After confirming that Klein had made up his mind, Professors Cohen and Azik quickly congratulated Klein, agreed to write to him in the future, and left in a hurry. Klein, who was left behind, was not annoyed. He caught up on the news with the newspaper that Mr. Azik had left in his office. He then walked out of the small building holding his cane.

Because he had no other important plans this afternoon, Klein walked very slowly. On the one hand, the time traveler had already discovered that this weak body, which was lacking in nutrition and studying hard for many years, was really unable to support too much activity. On the other hand, since the time travel to the present, the road near the university was the most familiar to him, and the most similar to the 21st century.

Tingen City is a city with a strong academic atmosphere in the Kingdom of Loen. It has two universities ranked among the best in the Kingdom. Tingen University and Klein's Hoy University are separated by a river, and there are several colleges nearby. Therefore, the environment in the East District is well-known for being good.

The corners of the gray stone houses were revealed under the shade of green trees. There were only a few fallen leaves dotted the stone road. The air was fresh with the scent of grass. It had nothing in common with the neighborhood where Moretti's house was located. However, it was not much different from the foreign universities that Klein had seen on the Internet before he traveled through time.

Mr. Time Traveler, who had finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly along the tree-lined path by the river. He tried to ignore the burning gaze behind him and pretended that he couldn't see Leonard either. But the beast-eared man, who had long since shed his Blackthorn-limited human skin, didn't hold back at all. He followed Klein for a while, and after making sure that Klein had no intention of turning back, he walked straight to Klein's side.

"！"

The time traveler subconsciously dodged to the side and was almost pushed from the stone road to the grass. On the contrary, Leonard, whose outfit took up a lot of space, held him back and prevented Klein from falling. The poor time traveler heard Leonard's voice before he could make sure if there were any innocent passers-by nearby who noticed his sudden madness.

"Klein."

Leonard asked him softly, his hands still fixed on Klein's shoulders, with no intention of letting go after Klein was able to stand firmly on his own. This oversized man with animal ears spoke a sentence that made Klein shudder in a love-talking tone.

"...He's been following you for a long time, and I don't like the way he looks at you—do you know him?"

--who?

The time traveler was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that Klein didn't know many people, and all the friends who followed him died in the incident. The remaining people who could follow him and could be regarded by Leonard as not liking him could only be one type of person.

Considering that the original owner had no ability to attract hatred, and even less anything that could make people jealous... then it could only be the person who had the notes about the Antigonus family!

After figuring this out, Klein almost jumped up. He struggled to control his desire to run away, and reached for his gun bag with one hand. He maintained a posture that made it easy to draw his gun, and his other hand tightly grasped the handle of his cane. He pursed his lips nervously and looked at Leonard again.

It's strange to say, Leonard is clearly the source of most of Klein's uneasiness since he traveled through time, but when something really happened, Klein still instinctively went to see him.

The animal-eared man he was looking at still maintained a docile, slightly bent posture, with the ear bones on his head standing straight, and his green eyes staring at Klein intently, like a big dog waiting for orders. Klein opened his mouth and closed it again. He spent a while and finally squeezed out only one sentence.

"Can he see you?"

"You are the only one who can see me—who can see me like this."

In other words, when Leonard was active in Blackthorn, could most people see him? Or was he only visible to people related to Blackthorn? Limited to the Church of Darkness? In the face of crisis, the traverser's brain worked rapidly. He put these temporarily unanswered conjectures into a corner and focused on the key point of self-rescue.

"When you held me back before, could he see my abnormality?"

Leonard shook his head and said.

"He didn't notice anything unusual."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief. Although the people who came were most likely enemies, he still didn't want to be considered a psychopath. The time traveler touched the revolver in his arms, which might not be of any use, but did give him a lot of security. He did not ask Leonard for help as he expected, but took a step forward.

He tried to control his pace, trying to keep the same speed and gait as before. It took him more than ten minutes to walk the several hundred meters of tree-lined avenue, and he stopped several times in the middle, as if he was looking at the scenery by the river.

After Leonard's reminder, Klein found that he could actually clearly sense that someone was looking at him. The feeling of uneasiness was actually quite obvious. It seemed that it was completely overwhelmed by the uneasiness brought by Leonard, just like the light crimson was submerged in black and red.

This discovery made Klein feel a little embarrassed and both amused and helpless. The time traveler controlled his expression, found the public carriage station, and soon waited for the bus.

As the carriage moved forward, the feeling of uneasiness quickly disappeared. That's right, I'm the only one coming to the Hoy University platform... Klein thought, and his mood gradually calmed down. Then he noticed that Leonard was still standing next to him.

——When I bought the ticket just now, I only had six pence in change, so I only paid six pence.

Klein suddenly remembered. He looked at Leonard, who immediately looked back when he looked at him, just like every time before. Maybe it was because his clothes were too religious, but the beast-eared man, who looked like he was out of touch with the world, looked at Klein silently.

Klein quickly looked away and turned to look at the gold woven on the corner of Leonard's clothes, which was covered by the black gauze. He decided not to remind Leonard, but he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

——This guy, who looked like he could ride the bus for a year with just a piece of cloth torn off his body, didn't seem to realize that he had just evaded the bus fare.

When Klein took a detour and completed his first worship service after his time travel, and then walked into the tunnel from the secret door of Saint Selina Church and returned to Blackthorn Company, Roxanne was sitting in the reception hall slacking off as before.

It seems that Blackthorn Security Company is really just a disguise. They really have no intention of making any achievements in this industry. Klein thought. He asked Roshan where the captain was, said goodbye to the startled Roshan, and quickly knocked on the captain's door.

"Come in!"

As Klein had observed before, Captain Dunn was not a man who cared about pomp and circumstance. They greeted each other, and Klein quickly explained his encounter with the stalker. Dunn was stunned for a moment after listening, and he subconsciously looked behind Klein.

"......？"

"Ahem, nothing." Dunn coughed and asked, "Isn't Leonard with you?"

"......？？"

Klein's question mark became even bigger. He really wanted to know what Leonard said to the captain, so that the captain would tacitly agree that Leonard would be with him and help him solve such troubles. However, Mr. Straight Man, who was afraid of hearing words he couldn't understand, didn't dare to ask in the end. Fortunately, Dunn just said that, and he picked up the coffee cup to cover up.

"I think you don't need to worry too much. Apart from the people who are after the Antigonus family notes, it could also be a private detective from Windy City hired by Welch's father."

Private detectives are a popular profession in this era. Compared to the Sherlock Holmes in the novels that Klein is familiar with, the private detectives in the other world are more similar to the types in the American West. They are good and bad, full of martial virtues, and even have the job of bounty hunters. It is not unheard of to hear stories of private revenge on behalf of employers.

The original owner's memory was triggered, and Klein quickly learned this part of knowledge. He nodded.

"What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything special," Dunn said soothingly. "Just do what you normally do and what you want to do. Well, the rest, Len—I mean, we'll take care of it."

Of course, Klein would not miss the scale that Dunn uttered before he changed his words. He was a little speechless. He didn't know why the captain seemed to really assume that Leonard would always follow him, and also assumed that Leonard was harmless. Could this be the power of believing in the same religion? - So, that guy was not harmless in any way, no matter his appearance or temperament!

But a traverser would never question Captain Dunn, whether from the perspective of a recruit in the extraordinary world or from the perspective of this job. Klein's fingers clenched around his cane, and he nodded slowly.

"......OK."

Just as he was about to walk out of the office, Dunn called him again.

"Wait, Klein."

Perhaps he could really understand Klein's uneasiness, Dunn suggested.

"Although I hope you can adjust yourself well before considering work. But, if you are willing, would you consider going to the shooting range? Or go to the basement. Old Neil is still in the room. Maybe you can talk to him."

It was difficult for Klein to describe how he felt when he discovered that there was a time traveler in the world.

Perhaps it was because his daily behavior after seeing Chinese was too obvious. Even though he tried very hard, he still couldn't hide it from Old Neil. It was just that most people found it hard to imagine that Klein's abnormal behavior was because he could understand Roselle's ciphertext. Old Neil obviously misjudged the reason for Klein's abnormal behavior and thought that the newcomer in the team had not yet recovered from the uneasiness of encountering an incomprehensible extraordinary event.

This was not uncommon among newcomers who joined the team because of misfortune. Old Neil told Klein about some cases where the Tingen Nighthawks had won great victories, and then unilaterally announced that he wanted to rest early and sent Klein home. Klein found it difficult to explain to him why he was abnormal, so he had to say goodbye to Old Neil based on the old man's kindness.

He walked out along the corridor, with only one soli note left in his pocket. It cost four pence to take a public carriage back to Iron Cross Street where Moretti's house was. Klein was a little undecided whether to buy something to break into large bills or just walk the four kilometers back.

——In the final analysis, it was all due to poverty. The time traveler, who was temporarily undecided, held the cane in one hand and touched the money in his pocket again with the other hand. One soli is definitely not much in this world, but it is a loss that the Moretti family can hardly accept.

Thinking about his own life after traveling through time, when he had to count his potatoes, and thinking about the last time traveler from the same country, Klein felt a little emotional. Although they were both time travelers, his and Rossell's scripts were obviously different.

As early as when he was browsing the original owner's memory fragments, Klein felt that Emperor Roselle, who had contributed many inventions to the world, seemed like a stereotyped Long Aotian, but it turned out to be true.

In fact, he was not dissatisfied with the script he got. Anyway, he had no interest in being a traditional dragon. Mr. Zhou sighed, walked out of the church, and stood on the street. He still hadn't decided whether to spend the four pence. From the moment he left the church, the familiar feeling of being peeped emerged again. His mind was still a little confused, so he simply stopped here.

The weather in Tingen was very good today. Although the air near the church was not as fresh as that near the university, it was definitely much cleaner than the slums where Iron Cross Street was located. Klein quickly squinted under the direct sunlight. Just before he was about to raise his hand to block the sunlight, the black veil came closer.

Through the black veil, the hot sunlight also became soft. It was only now that Klein looked directly at Leonard for the second time today. The latter did not seem to be anxious about being ignored, nor did he realize that he was not very popular. He just followed Klein silently like a bound ghost, and only spoke when Klein needed it.

...Wait, if the reason why the Church of Darkness chose Forget-me-not is the same as I thought, then Leonard must have lived for many years to be able to interfere with the choice of an old church? Then would he know about Roselle? If he really came back from the future as he said, and I told him so many things about my hometown...can he understand Roselle's diary?

Klein's heart moved. He thought about it and asked casually.

"Before, I mean, in your memory, did I mention Roselle's diary to you?"

The animal-eared man who gave Klein the black veil to avoid the light trembled his erect wolf ears slightly. He easily determined that Klein was talking to him, and his green eyes also regained some vitality.

"I did mention it. You told me that you and he were from the same place."

"......"

Klein wanted to complain about his future self, why did he tell this guy everything? But after thinking about it, it was his own decision, and he had nothing to complain about. He was only silent for a short time, and Leonard had already asked Klein in an attitude that could be called understanding.

"Do you want to see him?"

"Why should I see him?"

Let's not talk about how many years ago Roselle was a character, whether he can meet him. When fellow villagers meet, stabbing each other is also a classic plot of Qidian. At least Klein felt that he didn't have much interest in meeting Long Aotian's fellow villager face to face. Klein's tone was puzzled, and Leonard actually thought about it.

"You told me before that it would make you feel better to know that you were not alone."

——That was true, but Klein had an inexplicable feeling that what he said at that time might not be referring to his fellow villager Roselle. The time traveler, who claimed to be a straight man and had no plans to change his sexual orientation in the short term, chose to skip this topic.

"So, you know Roselle?"

The oversized animal-eared man nodded, then shook his head. Klein immediately understood.

"Ah, yes. He is dead."

Leonard didn't answer. He just looked at Klein calmly and gently with his green eyes. He carefully observed Klein's expression for a while before slowly reaching out his hand and pulling the time traveler into his arms.

Unlike the previous hug, Leonard's movements this time were very slow. Rather than being eager to confirm Klein's presence and safety, he was more like waiting to consult Klein. He slowly embraced the stranger who neither resisted nor retreated, and patted his back in an unfamiliar, soothing manner.

"...I'm fine." Klein said softly. He just stood with his hands hanging down. "No need to be like this. I'm not that fragile."

——He was just a fellow time traveler whom he had never met and had only read three of his diaries. Not to mention that Klein didn't know him, even if he did, what would it matter? Roselle had been dead for many years! If Klein had to say that he cared about him, he might just want to ask his fellow villager if he had found a way to go home.

Although he said this, for the first time, Klein did not rush to get out of Leonard's arms. He simply lowered his eyes and took a slow, deep breath.

When he lets out this breath, he will abandon Zhou Mingrui's worries and continue to be Klein. The time traveler thought, and he couldn't help thinking.

——I think I kind of understand why I told Leonard so many stories.

Not only that, Klein even felt that he was a little happy that Leonard could still remember those stories, remembering that he was a stranger, and that he had his hometown, culture, and fellow countrymen. People in this world probably really need other people as anchors to determine their own existence and meaning.

"Thank you," Klein said softly. He paused and asked, "Is he still watching?"

"They won't notice anything unusual."

Leonard answered, and he slowly loosened his hand and stood up. With his movements, he changed the chasuble that Klein was wrapped in back into a religious dress that was so dignified that people dared not even look directly at it. Only the black veil helped Klein block the sunlight. Leonard's eyes were still on Klein, only on Klein.

"...You look a little tired, can I take you back?"

What Klein didn't know was that the time traveler predecessor he thought was dead not only did not return to the earth, but was also existing in another strange way, using a more complex tone to talk about him to others.

"So, our new Dark Night who replaced you has already conscientiously walked into the destiny track you designed?"

The sitting posture of Emperor Roselle, who changed the world, can only be described as a huge horse and a golden sword. He said "Hey".

"When faced with that kind of guy, I couldn't help but start to sympathize with my fellow countryman whom I had never met."

"I will help you convey this condolence."

Amanisis's gaze lingered on the face that had no Chinese flavor at all. He waved his hand, preferring the name "Long Aotian Time Traveler" to Huang Tao rather than Emperor Roselle.

"That's not necessary. We have hundreds of fellow villagers, and I don't have the time to care about each of them."

Amanisis did not refute, she just nodded. Roselle changed his sitting position, he crossed his legs - the emperor's gorgeous clothes were spread out, revealing the pure gold coffin underneath. This guy was actually sitting on his own coffin - the emperor had no sense of being in his own grave, and his tone was complicated.

"You and Grisha, have you really decided to do this?"

"It's just a try." Amanisis said slowly, "What we have the most is the opportunity to try and fail, right?"

"That's true, but that's based on the assumption that the reset core is still in your hands, not in the hands of the guy you're betting on now." Roselle sneered as he spoke, "Use a Quasi-Eternal Darkness and the Lord of Mysteries to pull each other. If they can't be pulled together emotionally, then pull them together physically. If that doesn't work, then try to sacrifice two of the Old Ones to see if the meter can be reversed a little more... I thought I was the only one who would come up with such a gamble."

"I don't think either I or Grisha can be considered conservative."

Amanisis's tone was still calm, which reminded Huang Tao of how long ago - or later - they had told him the truth in the same tone and invited him to join. While Huang Tao was distracted, Amanisis continued.

"Besides, doesn't the so-called gambling game just mean that there is a chance of winning?"

Even if it's 1%, 1/1000, or 1/10,000, it's worth the bet, which means you can win, and you want to win - otherwise why would you bet? Is it because you like to lose? Besides, maybe because there are unlimited reset opportunities, they have tried more gambles before... Huang Tao certainly understood what she meant, and he just reminded her softly.

"You know, although we have tried various methods before, in Grisha's case, God's influence cannot be resolved by resetting it - as His mortal enemy, Tianzun will only cause more trouble. Now you have decided to let our new fellow villager be the unlucky Lord of Mysteries... If he is replaced by Tianzun, I don't think that the Demon Wolf that you all trust now will do as you wish."

Huang Tao may not understand the layout, but he understands emotions. Amanesis and Grisha cannot understand Leonard's obsession, they just think it is something useful, but Huang Tao sees it clearly. It is not an emotion that can be easily passed off with simple obsession and love. On the contrary, that obsession is the core of that guy and makes him persist. If he is deprived of these, his madness, which is no less than Grisha's, will be completely exposed.

At that time, facing a quasi-old, a key figure holding the core, Roselle didn't think he could end it properly. He rarely gave advice instead of ridicule.

"——Be careful, don't let yourself be wiped out by your own people instead of dying at the hands of the Outer Gods."

"It's us."

The thinner shadow wrapped in crimson in the corner whispered. Even though the Maozi fellow who started everything has become a ghost now, he still has a reassuring smile on his face.

"Don't worry, this isn't the first time we've been wiped out by our own infighting... Let's give it a try."

The two decision-makers had realized this, and Huang Tao was too lazy to say anything else - it wasn't the first time he had died, and it was even the dozenth time. He stretched and was about to announce that he was going back to sleep when Amanisis suddenly asked.

"Speaking of which, why don't you call him by his first name."

"who?"

"Leonard Mitchell." Amanesis said, "This is the first time I've seen you so clearly dislike someone. I thought you two got along pretty well in the apocalypse."

"You mean he asked me about the Chinese text written by my fellow villager and I helped him translate it?"

Huang Tao recalled and Amanisis nodded.

During the countless resets, many people were released by Sefirah Castle, including some Chinese, but few could ask Roselle to help translate. Amanesis thought that the other party would not hate Leonard and Klein that much... Although for them, such an emotion of hatred did not make much sense.

"It's not that I hate him, I just find it hard to understand this kind of person, so I don't remember his name."

The other two people in the palace, which was more like a hall than a tomb, all showed their attentiveness, and Roselle didn't mind talking a little more. He changed his sitting position again, and his tone was filled with some inexplicable flavor.

"Maybe I'm being too self-centered—have you two ever played Pokémon? Pokémon?"

"I've heard a little bit about it."

Amanesis nodded, and Roselle assumed that they both understood. He continued.

"The naming method of Pokémon is very interesting. Most of the monsters are named according to their characteristics, and some are named according to their calls. For example, Pikachu calls out 'Pikachu, Pika Pika'."

As he spoke, Roselle made two cute gestures on his head and made a Pikachu Pikachu sound. The two companions did not react to the middle-aged man's malicious cuteness, which made him a little bored, but it did not stop him from continuing to speak.

"If we follow this naming method, that guy should be called, um, let me think - Klein Wolf? - He has actually long forgotten what he looks like. To him, the only meaningful thing in the world is Klein."

——At the moment when Leonard made that decision, and it lasted until today. His original name, self-definition, and the existence of Leonard Mitchell, all of them were no longer important. He tried his best and used up everything to preserve, and the only thing left was Klein and his love for Klein.

From this point of view, even in this group full of monsters and extremists, tormented by infinite resets, Leonard is a monster comparable to Grisha, the starting point: whether it is Roselle or Amanesis, whether they want to protect their daughter or want to win in the end, the core keyword of both of them is still "I want", and the driving force is still "I".

The self-centered Black Emperor, the time traveler who changed this world, asked in a tone that was both matter-of-fact and cruel.

"...Since nothing other than Klein can come out of his mouth, and he has no attachment to that name, it's not surprising that I'm too lazy to remember it, right?"

When the long conversation in the Black Emperor's tomb ended, it was already night in Tingen. The Moretti family had turned on all the wall lamps in the living room. Benson and Melissa sat at the table, swallowing their saliva repeatedly, looking forward to the upcoming feast.

Klein stirred the mashed potatoes for the last time. He cut two pieces of butter and threw them in. Steam and the aroma of melted butter rose together. The time traveler also swallowed his saliva. He struggled to control the urge to add more spices. He imitated Melissa and added a little black pepper sparingly.

The last dish was ready, and the fried fish that Melissa bought was served early. Klein was not in a hurry to put the mashed potatoes on the plate. He looked at Leonard, who was standing next to him and looked out of place in the simple kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"Well, Leonard, would you mind eating in the kitchen?"

Although he knew that Benson and Melissa couldn't hear him, Klein still kept his voice down. Leonard obviously wouldn't miss any of his voice. He looked over with green eyes and nodded slowly. Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the plate that had been prepared long ago, put the remaining fried fish, mashed potatoes, and stew together, and served Leonard a bowl of pea soup.

"I stewed your portion together - as a thank you for bringing me back today."

He placed the plate on the counter in front of Leonard and hurried away with a large plate of mashed potatoes. Klein didn't know that after he left, Leonard didn't follow him immediately for the first time. Instead, he stood there in a daze, staring at the plate of food.

In terms of the standards for offering food before the gods, Klein's cooking skills were crude, and the ingredients were not at all excellent. But Leonard's attitude was as serious as if he was staring at a difficult puzzle, and he was at a loss as to how to deal with the unexpected surprise that fell from the sky.

In the room two walls away, the Moretti family was toasting. Before the room temperature and the food cooled down, Leonard raised his hand hesitantly. He did not pick up the knife, fork and spoon that Klein left for him. He just used his fingers to slowly dip a little mashed potato and put it into his mouth.

The god, who had not consumed food for a long time, had long forgotten what was delicious and what was unpalatable. The only taste he could taste was Klein's taste.

Actually, Klein had never learned any cooking skills, and he followed the Chinese tradition of moderation when cooking, so of course there would be some deviations in the seasoning - but it was just such a coincidence that the mashed potatoes Klein made this time tasted exactly the same as the ones Klein had made in Leonard's memory.

Feng Ya has something to say: This chapter is over 8500 words long, happy reading!

This is a preview of a male ghost who hasn't been updated for a long time. This chapter will not follow the original line completely. Because the original line has been changed strangely by these reset people. This chapter released a lot of new information. The known participants of the reset round table group are Xi Jiaer, A Zao who is currently the starting point, the goddess, Huang Tao, and Lun who accidentally joined in the previous round.

There are some very interesting developments planned later, and I hope everyone will continue to support me.

In addition, the occult novice Klein has not yet realized that the world's most dangerous STK has been following him since he landed.