When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"Ho..."

Charles sat up holding his head, blood still dripping from his left temple.

"what happened......"

He looked around confusedly.

A gray mist enveloped everything, and there was almost nothing here except nothingness or nothingness.

"Where is this?"

Charles tried to stand uneasily.

However, the next second, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the gray mist.

"Long time no see, Uncle Charles."

Charles followed the sound subconsciously.

I saw a young man wearing a white robe and a hawk-beak hood slowly walking out of the mist, his eyes cold.

"You are..." Charles squinted for a while, then his pupils dilated and he recognized, "Ezio Auditore! The clothes you are wearing - are you an assassin?!"

"Actually, I prefer to call myself the Invisible One." Ezio approached slowly, staring condescendingly at Charles.

"The Invisibles..." Charles shook his head in shock, "It's impossible. The Invisibles have been wiped out by the Order, and all the nobles who once supported them have been liquidated."

"So, this is why you are deliberately trying to destroy the Auditore family?" Ezio squatted down and looked at Charles calmly.

"Your uncle is the last of the Hidden Ones." Charles did not hide it, or in other words, he had no intention of hiding it.

"Where is this place?" He looked at the gray fog around him, "Why am I here?"

"You are already dead, and this is the deathbed confessional I prepared for you." Ezio said lightly, "Well, that's what I like to call this place."

"The deathbed confessional..." Charles repeated in a murmur.

Rumor has it that the souls of people assassinated by the Invisible One will be pulled into a special space, where they cannot hide or lie, and face the torture of the Invisible One directly as their souls.

This is also an important reason why the invisible ones can always catch the mastermind behind the scenes through some small characters.

"You have really become the invisible one." Charles raised his hand with slight trembling and touched his temple, which had been aching.

And he was really dead.

"That's the truth. You don't have much time left. I want to ask you some questions."

Ezio didn't want to waste any more time with him and asked directly: "Where is my sister Yuna?"

"I...I don't know. She had already been replaced when I came here. Someone took her to the east, maybe someone from the Assassin's Resistance." Charles answered truthfully, he didn't If you can't lie, his soul will tell Ezio everything.

"Assassins' Resistance?" Ezio frowned slightly, "Where can I find them?"

"I don't know, we are also looking for their people. Tonight's event was originally held for them." Charles shook his head.

"Then do you know clearly who were the people and forces that participated in the destruction of the Auditore family?"

"Sorry, I only know that the Order was involved and played an important role. As for the others, I don't know. Laurent may know more." Charles smiled bitterly, "You have to know, I am just a person who has just been A promoted little guy."

"You know nothing." Ezio stood up in disappointment, turned around and walked deeper into the gray fog.

Looking at Ezio's leaving back, Charles hesitated and shouted to him: "Ezio, you have to know that people like us can only die in obscurity on the side of the road if we don't climb up. It's not something I can decide..."

Ezio paused slightly, then continued forward, disappearing into the gray mist.

Charles, who was left alone, sat there for a while, and soon his body disintegrated into countless mist and merged into this space.

......

The outside world, the secret room.

Ezio opened his eyes slightly, and on the armchair in front of him, Charles was sitting there with his head bowed, as if he had fallen asleep.

But the fatal wound on the temple has revealed a fact——

His life stayed at this moment forever.

There is a deep tattoo engraved on the exposed back of his neck. The pattern is of a seemingly sleeping man holding a chain with a groveling slave on it.

Different from ordinary slave prints, in this pattern, the sleeping person slightly opened his eyes, as if he was taking a nap and might wake up at any time.

Ezio looked at the mark and said nothing.

This is the unique mark of members of the Order of Sloth.

Ezio shifted his gaze to Charles's palm and landed on the last remaining gemstone ring.

He recognized the ring.

This is one of the rare magic props collected by the family. There are five in total, divided into one main ring and four sub-rings.

Each of the sub-rings represents a magical clone. Since the clone has little strength, ordinary people can use it freely after wearing the main ring.

In addition, the person wearing the main ring can change positions with the clone at will, which has the effect of avoiding danger.

However, it seems that all four of Charles' clones have been eliminated, leaving only one main ring, so he cannot escape even if he wants to.

After losing four sub-rings, the last remaining one is of no use.

In fact, the value of this set of magic props is not high, but it is relatively rare. It seems that it was given to Charles as a reward.

Ezio grabbed Charles by the back collar, pulled the body off the seat, dragged it to the crystal glass mirror, and shook it hard.

"Oh!"

The corpse smashed the fragile crystal mirror and fell out along with countless lens fragments. It drew an arc and fell heavily on the high platform of the dinner hall in front of countless shocked eyes.

The orchestra, which was already panicking due to the unexpected incident, immediately packed up their instruments in panic and quickly fled off the stage.

The few people who reacted quickly looked up at the broken crystal mirror and could only see a vaguely exposed room, which was empty.

Soon, many people recognized the body that fell on the high platform.

"Charles, it's him..."

"Were you assassinated? Who did it?"

"Don't he cherish his life the most? Will he die like this?"

"It looks like someone is targeting him."

"The host who organized the dinner is dead, and Yuna has been replaced. Ha, what a good show. It's better to leave quickly. If you continue to stay here, you may be affected."

......

All the attendants, foremen, doormen, receptionists, etc. in the entire Prodavence were all surprised to find that the slave marks on their bodies had turned into ownerless marks.

In just a moment, almost all the people who were temporarily free fell into ecstasy. They dropped the trays and wine bottles in their hands, dropped the guests who were originally accompanying them, abandoned their responsibilities, and ran away.

"I'm free! I'm free!"

"Run away quickly, the slave hunting group will come over in a while!"

"Spread out and run away, don't get together, otherwise you will be found!"

"I will never come back to this damn place again!"

Because of the lack of slave mark owners, the entire Prodavence quickly evolved into a riot of hundreds of people, and the desire for freedom prompted most people to flee desperately.

Some people seemed to have become accustomed to the life of slaves and did not dare to run away. Instead, they were afraid and hid in kitchens, storage rooms and other places.

However, some guests present took advantage of this opportunity and began to take the initiative to arrest those fleeing slaves.

The slaves in Prodavence were all high-quality slaves carefully selected by Charles.

To some, these lost slaves are no different than long-legged gold coins.

Even if you resell it, you still make a profit.