As dawn broke through the mountains, the hazy sunlight pierced the morning mist and gently illuminated the ancient and magnificent mansion of Clevina.
Viktor covered his head with one hand, shook his head, and used his other arm to support his body as he slowly sat up from the bed.
The burning heat that had raged within him had vanished without a trace.
A rich and powerful magical energy flowed through his body, making his muscles more powerful and his physique more muscular than before.
The curves of the abdomen also became smoother and more fluid.
Not only that, he could also feel a special sensation within his body—
The favor of the elves.
Viktor managed to shake off the slight dizziness and looked around the bed.
But they found that the familiar figures had disappeared.
However, the peculiar feeling he had last night remained exceptionally clear in his mind.
That's not a dream.
Kokot really helped him in that way.
But... why would she do that?
If it were in his previous life, Victor wouldn't be surprised at all if Kokot, who had gone through so much with him, did something like this.
But in this cycle, they've only just met Cocoy.
The two had almost no interaction.
The only thing that allowed Kokot to understand him was the "stories" that Victor revealed because of the slight resentment hidden in his heart.
He only told Kokot.
But a story should just be a story.
People in this life have not experienced what happened in the previous life.
Cocotte shouldn't have fallen in love with him for no reason.
She did it anyway, without hesitation.
Viktor would never believe there wasn't a problem involved.
He must find Cocotte and ask her a good question.
Realizing this, Viktor was just about to get out of bed when...
However, my legs felt a little unfamiliar due to not walking for a long time, and they went limp, making it almost impossible for me to stand.
This made him realize that he hadn't walked in a long time.
Viktor never neglects his training.
Because he knew he needed strength, a robust physique to challenge calamities.
Although his physique couldn't reach Aubrey's terrifying level,
However, compared to ordinary warriors, their physical abilities might not be comparable to those of a mage like Viktor.
However, due to the burns caused by Gullardon, he has been able to lie quietly in bed for the past year and even needs to be pushed in a wheelchair when he goes out.
The leg muscles, having been unused for a long time, have weakened from their initial strength, requiring a readjustment to walking.
Viktor took a deep breath, struggled to steady himself, and managed to take a few steps while holding onto the wall.
Through repeated practice, I gradually regained the feeling of standing and moving.
But at the very moment he stood up straight,
Viktor paused slightly, taken aback.
He recalled the fierce battle he had fought against the Calamity of Fire.
That dangerous battle at the bottom of the volcano, where everyone was enveloped in intense heat.
Victor did indeed win.
Regardless of the outcome, he did indeed overcome the calamity of fire.
However, based on the timeline of his second cycle of experience, he has not encountered the calamity of fire for at least thirty years.
Even a body that exercises regularly needs time to readjust after lying in bed for a whole year.
When he faced the calamity of fire again thirty years later,
How could they suppress that ferocious beast of disaster so easily without any difficulty?
Can ten years of experience as a professional trainer really allow muscle memory to last so long?
Viktor took another deep breath, one hand against the wall, the other covering his head. The immense pressure and confusion he felt in his mind almost suffocated him.
He always felt the answer was within reach, yet it seemed elusive.
Without thinking further, he picked up a new trench coat from the hanger and put it on.
With a gentle pinch of the fingers, magic moves.
After skillfully performing the cleansing spell, he simply pushed open the door and went out.
As Viktor pushed open the door, the hazy sunlight streaming through the window and the gently drifting dust momentarily dazzled him.
After his eyes gradually adjusted to the change in light, he looked closely and saw many servants cleaning in the corridor.
When the servants heard the door open and turned around, they all stopped what they were doing upon seeing Victor.
They stood frozen in place, their tools even slipping from their hands and falling to the ground, forgetting to pick them up again.
Every servant stared wide-eyed at Victor in shock, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.
Victor ignored the servants' shock.
He turned and walked downstairs, heading straight for the door.
He knew that during the time he was injured, Kokot had been resting in that familiar garden.
Perhaps he can find her directly there.
But after enduring a series of shocked and astonished gazes, upon arriving at the garden,
But they found the vast garden completely deserted.
The huge, abundant flowers and sprawling vines all around were carefully tended by Cocotte.
Their uniqueness is immediately apparent.
But now, these plants are starting to turn slightly yellow, showing signs of withering.
The petals were withered and brittle, and the vines were shrunken and tangled, like thick hemp ropes that had been wrapped around the roots.
Suddenly, a puzzled and surprised voice came from behind.
"elder brother?"
Upon hearing this, Victor turned his head away.
Then he saw Liya standing behind him, clearly stunned.
Her eyes trembled, as if she wanted to reach out and touch Victor, but she forcibly suppressed the impulse.
His lips were slightly parted, trembling, and his face showed a shocked yet joyful expression, unable to hide his inner excitement.
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