Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 99 Huang Tao, You've Never Left Home

Chapter 99 Huang Tao, You've Never Left Home

After thinking about this for a while, Russell wrote in his diary: "Let's be honest, Mr. Rosen, what do you want me to do, and what can I get from you?"

"How do you plan to reply?" Zhou Mingrui looked at the contents of the diary and couldn't help but ask Rosen:

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Is there anything you want Rosell to do?

Rosen stroked his chin, pondered seriously for a few seconds, and then wrote: "Proclaim my faith in your time."

"As for what I can give you, it's very simple: some knowledge you want, and the ability to take care of your parents in the old days."

Rosell's heart skipped a beat. He didn't care about knowledge, but he couldn't ignore the other condition proposed by the other party.

He hadn't seen his parents for far too long. Even though Rosell tried to comfort himself by saying that his parents would be fine with the inheritance he left behind, he still couldn't stop missing them.

If, if he could see his parents again, even if it was just the old him seeing them—Russel thought of this and couldn't help but purse his lips. He knew he was being manipulated.

The offer from the other party was too tempting; he simply couldn't refuse.

only----

Russell's gaze returned to the replies, and after seeing a certain word, he frowned, finally unable to resist writing in his diary: "What does 'the old days' mean?"

"Do you think we should tell him the truth?" This time, Rosen didn't rush to answer, but looked up at Zhou Mingrui beside him and asked.

Zhou Mingrui fell silent upon hearing this. He thought of himself and the "transmigrators" who were still sleeping in the cocoon of light. Finally, he sighed and said, "The truth is hurtful, but sometimes only by facing the scars can the wounds have a chance to heal."

Zhou Mingrui didn't think that Russell would enjoy living in a lie, and even if they didn't tell him the truth now, wouldn't he find out in the future?

"You already have a guess in your heart, don't you?"

Upon seeing this reply, Roselle's heart began to race. He had a bad feeling and an urge to run away, but reason still compelled him to continue reading: "The so-called old times refer, of course, to the more distant past in this timeline."

"It's a pity, Huang Tao, you never really left your home. You just slept for too long, so long that the world has changed beyond recognition."

Boom—

At that moment, Rosell couldn't hear anything. He felt as if his mind had suddenly exploded, and all the doubts and clues he had previously gleaned connected to form the answers.

This is Earth.

This is his hometown.

However, however—he could never go back to his former home.

"So that's how it is! I knew it! Ha, how could this be! This is ridiculous!"

Russell covered his face with his hand, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, but it wasn't out of joy, but rather with a hint of despair.

Although he had long given up on going back, in Roselle's original guess, at least in another time and space, his parents and relatives were still alive and well, he just couldn't see them anymore.

But now reality tells him that this is just your fantasy, and everything you care about no longer exists and has disappeared into the river of time.

No, there's still a chance, there's still a possibility!

Rosell suddenly realized something, which made him grab his pen and write in his diary: "What exactly happened? You know the reason, right?"

The other party replied: "I do know why all this happened, but I can't tell you. You're too weak, Huang Tao. You haven't become an angel yet, and you can't bear the truth."

Rosell took a deep breath after reading the reply, and then wrote, "I don't know how you did it, but since you can go back in time, can I?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end before a reply came: "Perhaps."

What does "maybe" mean?

Does that mean I can, but I'm not sure?

At this moment, Russell felt like cursing again; never before had he wanted to beat up every riddle-maker in the world so much.

Unfortunately, separated by time and space, Roselle couldn't really beat the culprit on the other side, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "I agree to your request, but you must take good care of my parents."

Even if he can't go back, he still hopes that his parents will be properly taken care of.

Russell went on to write: "If you want me to proclaim your faith, then you should at least tell me your name."

This time, the reply came quickly: "The ruler of life and love;"

"You are the protector of fairy tales and dreams;"

"You are the first child, you are the father of all things."

"This is my name. The window of opportunity has opened again. Let's talk again next time, Rosell!"

"I will remember to let the old you meet your parents; that will probably be some comfort to you."

Russell pursed his lips when he saw the reply in the diary. He actually had many more questions he wanted to ask, but unfortunately the other person had already gone offline and obviously couldn't reply to him.

Russell could only grip his pen tightly. He closed his eyes, and the memory of being attacked by Rosen resurfaced in his mind. The memory was so clear and so empathetic, as if it had truly happened to him.

No, it shouldn't be said that it seems like it is; in a sense, this is exactly what happened to him.

Rosell opened his eyes again. He still didn't know what kind of being was on the other side, but even if it really was a devil, he couldn't refuse.

Russell's gaze then swept over the name that appeared in the diary. At that moment, his brain raced, trying to recall if he had ever seen a similar being in any ancient texts.

Life, life—wait, I seem to remember seeing a similar record in an ancient book that has been passed down from the Fourth Age.

Russell immediately began searching through his pile of books, and soon found his target in an inconspicuous corner. He then flipped through the book from beginning to end before finally finding this sentence in some obscure corner: "The old man asked us to find clues about the Angel of Life, but unfortunately, even after searching through all the books and asking everyone I could for information, I still couldn't find any more. I only know that the Angel of Life seems to be the brother of that terrible Amon."

This was originally a diary belonging to a member of the Zoroaster family. Rosell found it by chance and had only glanced at it a few times as gossip before. It wasn't until he obtained the keywords that Rosell remembered this diary.

"If it's related to Amon, perhaps I can get some clues from Zarathustra, and the Fourth Age—" Roselle narrowed his eyes, thinking of Mr. Men, who was clearly very knowledgeable about the Fourth Age.

Is there any connection between Rosen and Mr. Door?