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Gollum—

Gollum—

The salty and wet sea water kept pouring into Lucien's nose and mouth, as if cold sulfuric acid was spreading in Lucien's nasal cavity, throat, and somewhere that was not known to be the esophagus or trachea.

Lucien's consciousness and memory seemed to be looked down upon by sulfuric acid and were rapidly dissipating.

"no!!"

"I don't want to die!!"

"I still don't want to die without experiencing beautiful love and passionate career!!!!"

Lucien, who was dying, screamed with his last breath.

"Do you want to understand the meaning of life, do you want to truly live?"

Suddenly a voice came to Lucien's mind.

"Which year is this old joke? But I am going to die now, and I am willing."

"The crossing begins."

A burst of blazing black light flashed, and Lucien immediately woke up.

The seawater that originally blocked his nose and mouth disappeared. Lucien seemed to be on the verge of death, breathing fresh air desperately, as if the next breath would be the last breath of oxygen he could breathe in this life.

Lucien touched the cold sweat on his forehead and thought to himself, the nightmare just now was too terrible. I had clearly taken a bath in a plastic tub before and choked on some water; the plastic tub was less than one meter, and it only reached my thighs when I stood up. How could someone drown?

Suddenly, several memory scenes that did not belong to Lucien's previous life flashed in Lucien's mind.

"Son, are you okay?"

A gentle female voice sounded in Lucien's ears.

Lucien looked up and saw that the person speaking was a woman with half-white hair. She was wearing an armor coat made of bones. From the shape of the exoskeleton, it could be roughly seen that it was some sea creature like a seahorse or a crab.

Although she wears clothes that look like primitive people who drink blood from their hair, this woman's temperament is like that of a princess in a fairy tale. Well, she is a princess who got married and gave birth to a child. Her eyes are full of love and worry, as if she is a princess. A holy mother.

"you are?"

Lucien, whose head was still aching, asked softly.

Unexpectedly, these simple words would make that woman as gentle as a virgin fill her eyes with tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you and made you run behind the waterfall and meet the Kraken." The woman apologized while crying.

Lucien didn't have much to communicate with women at first, so Lucien was a little at a loss. It was neither wiping someone's tears nor not wiping them.

He could only console him in a broad voice: "Don't cry. Are you in any trouble? Is there anything I can do to help?"

As soon as these words of comfort came out, the woman unexpectedly cried even more sadly.

Lucien wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but looked at his hands.

This is obviously not my own hand. My own hand has a faint callus on it because I often do handicrafts.

These clean and tender hands were obviously not mine.

Lucien didn't care to comfort the woman. He jumped out of bed and looked for a mirror to take a look at himself. But he found that this house was not his own.

Lucien vaguely remembered that his house was a small one with some basic furniture. Although it was small, it was very cozy.

But this house turned out to be a house made of stone, with various daily necessities made of bone, stone, and wood placed around it.

This is completely different from my own house.

Without any modern supplies, Lucien saw himself through the water from a place similar to a washbasin.