The flames in the manor's hall had gradually died down.

The charred embers released a strong, burnt smell that filled the entire room.

Those once dazzling silver silk curtains have now been engulfed by flames, leaving behind charred and broken remains.

After the heatwave subsided, a faint wisp of smoke and dust seeped from the cracks in the walls.

Everything in the hall had been ravaged by fire; even the sofa where Victor and Kefla were sitting was reduced to half its original size.

But Kevlar seemed completely unfazed, gracefully crossing her legs and sitting on the dilapidated sofa.

Perhaps the long conversation had made her thirsty, so she gently picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip of the refreshing tea with a hint of bitterness.

The tea flowed down her throat and into her stomach, and she slowly placed the gleaming silver cup back on the table.

A clear drop of water slid down her fair neck and landed quietly on the tip of her collarbone.

"ha!"

She took a deep breath, experiencing a brief moment of peace, then leaned back on the half-ruined sofa and whispered:

"That's about it."

After telling Viktor everything he wanted to know,

Kefla lowered her gaze again, turning it to Victor, who was deep in thought.

Her eyes were still filled with complex emotions, and she remained in a state of doubt and confusion.

Huh, what?

Has Victor really been resurrected?

Does pressing 1 really help?

In fact, when the other party took out that blood-red life potion, and Victor mentioned the deal they had made, it was actually quite obvious.

Kevlar was basically convinced that the person in front of her was Victor.

Especially when he once again demonstrated that amazing magical power.

Kevlar was absolutely certain that Victor had truly returned.

Apart from Victor, no one could unleash such powerful and intense magic in that instant.

Moreover, a fifth-tier mage,

In her memory, only Viktor could reach this stage at such a young age.

Strength cannot be faked.

But... her gaze fell on Viktor, scrutinizing his handsome, aloof face.

At first, Kevlar didn't quite trust Victor, precisely because of his face.

After all, if the other party were really Viktor, they wouldn't look exactly the same.

Viktor was only twenty-nine years old when he left.

It's been more than ten years; he should be approaching forty by now.

No matter how amazing his skincare techniques are, it's impossible for him to stay this young.

He's not a witcher.

Thinking about this, Kevlar felt even more itchy.

She had to find an opportunity to ask Viktor what was going on and where he had been all these years.

Why does he look no different in age than when he left?

But now.

Seeing Viktor deep in thought, Kefla pondered for a moment.

It's best not to disturb him at this time.

Viktor rested his chin on his hands, lost in his assessment of the current situation.

He had just learned about the current state of the empire from Kefla.

His judgment was indeed correct; the current timeline is ten years in the future.

The empire's southern border was ultimately not held.

The monster rift was greatly expanded by the goddess's followers, eventually turning the south into a habitat for monsters and their followers to invade the empire.

Groups of human inhabitants fled from the south and migrated north, where they established new defensive lines.

The loss of the southern border resulted in the empire losing vast territories.

So the final result was not unexpected: the eldest prince, who was in charge of guarding the border, was executed by the Empress for his failure.

This alone means that the timeline has come back together.

Interestingly, in the monster habitat in the south, someone has built a magic tower.

The magic tower was very tall, reaching straight into the sky.

Counting up layer by layer, there are a total of seventy layers, surrounded by countless demons.

However, these monsters behaved very strangely:

They not only do not attack humans, but on the contrary, they will even help humans if they are attacked by those filthy believers.

The Empress personally visited the vicinity of the Demon Tower, attempting to speak with the Tower Master and uncover his true identity.

However, the whereabouts of the master of this magic tower were extremely mysterious, and the empress was ultimately unable to meet him.

To this day, no one has ever seen what the owner of that magic tower looks like.

Viktor pondered for a moment.

According to the plot he knew, the empire was indeed invaded by monsters from the south ten years later, and its territory was greatly reduced.

This is normal, after all, the Leiser family's property was confiscated.

Furthermore, the original story boss, Sephiroth, the ultimate weapon created by the Razer family, was also destroyed by Empress Aurelian.

The southern front lost vital weapon supplies, and the monsters' power grew stronger over time, eventually invading through the rift.

However, the sudden appearance of the Demon Tower caught Victor off guard, as it was not part of the original storyline.

After a moment's thought, Victor decided not to ask Kevlar for any more details.

If you have the chance, you should go and see it for yourself.

However, he needs help.

Viktor looked up and gazed out the broken window.

I just don't know if she received the signal he just sent out.

...

Braxton.

Steam-powered turbocharged cars sped along the streets paved with blue bricks.

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