Crimson flames ripped through the night sky, and hidden light pierced through the mansion, transforming into countless shooting stars that converged towards the center.
The flames shot through the window and concentrated in Leah's room.
In an instant, the gathered flames burst into flames.
The blazing firelight illuminated the entire room, and a warm atmosphere dispelled the chill of the night.
A slight wave of heat gently brushed against the door and passed through the window, disappearing without a trace.
The crimson flames gradually faded, and in the center of the swirling fire, Victor, holding Lia, slowly appeared.
Leah's room was not unfamiliar to Victor; he was quite familiar with its layout.
He easily carried Liya and then gently placed her on the bed.
Lia was only wearing simple slippers, which Victor easily pulled off.
However, Leah was still wearing her trench coat, and sleeping in it might cause her discomfort.
So Victor then took off her trench coat.
But, to his surprise,
In the ten years since he left, Lia has actually grown to like trench coats.
Perhaps she has finally started to think that trench coats are quite stylish.
Viktor carefully took off Lia's trench coat and hung it up. Looking at Lia sleeping soundly on the bed, a sense of conflict crossed his mind.
She was still wearing a lot of clothes, and it was unclear whether lying down to sleep would be uncomfortable.
But it's clear that he can no longer interfere.
I should have called Leon over earlier.
After making these preparations, Viktor casually leaned back.
Green light surged across the floor, and a chair made of intertwined tree branches slowly rose from the floor of the room.
Victor sat down on the edge of Lydia's bed and looked around.
A simple large bed, a dressing table with a mirror, and a wardrobe and a clothes rack with a black trench coat hanging next to it.
It's simple and unpretentious, and even the colors haven't changed since ten years ago.
Victor's gaze swept across the room.
His gaze lingered on a crimson treasure chest in a corner.
The entire treasure chest was covered in crimson lacquer, with gold accents around the edges.
Victor knew perfectly well what the treasure chest was; it led to the gates of hell.
Enter the treasure chest, pass through the smoke, and you can go straight to Hell.
Victor also remembered every time he fought his way out of the underworld.
Lia would always be waiting for him in the garden in front of the gates of hell.
Since then, Lia has been looking forward to his return.
Thinking of this, Viktor fell silent.
He never imagined that the treasure chest would end up in Lia's room again.
He had accidentally caused a misunderstanding when he appeared out of the treasure chest last time.
After that, Lia moved the treasure chest to the warehouse.
She was afraid that he might jump out of the treasure chest again and happen to see her changing clothes.
As he pondered this, Viktor turned his head and thought of Erica again.
They should have escaped the abyss together and left hell together.
They left at almost the same time.
But who could have predicted that a mere conversation between him and Chaos would create a ten-year time gap?
After a long silence, Viktor gently shook his head, unwilling to dwell on the past any longer.
Dwelling on the losses of the past decade is pointless.
All he can do now is try his best to make amends to those who have waited for him for ten years.
Then, we can consider the affairs of the gods.
If he could find out the origin of those gods, he would have a chance to see Chaos again.
Victor clenched his fist slightly.
Even without solving these problems, he can still find Chaos.
As the initial god in the game, Chaos is also a pre-determined boss.
There is no boss that Victor cannot defeat.
Knowing all the secrets of this world is Victor's absolute advantage.
But now is not the time to think about these things.
Finally, he gazed deeply at Lia lying on the bed, sighed softly, and murmured to himself:
"I will find a way to make it up to you."
Just as he was about to get up and leave, he suddenly felt a pulling force that stopped him in place.
Viktor felt his clothes being tightly gripped by delicate fingers.
"Don't go."
The sound was soft and faint, as light as a night breeze.
Although his tone was cold, it contained an undisguised pleading.
Victor froze and turned to look at Lia.
His gaze fell upon Liya's eyes, which had just opened.
The gaze was fixed on him, the faint moonlight reflected in the eyes, and the flickering light made Viktor's heart tremble.
"Don't go... okay?"
"..."
A fragile plea was clearly visible in Lia's eyes, a delicate, almost imperceptible, tenderness flowing through them.
It felt as if in the blink of an eye, she would lose sight of Viktor.
Seeing this, Victor finally sat down.
He clearly sensed it.
Lying in bed, Lia seemed relieved to see that Victor hadn't left, and felt completely at ease.
He watched as Lia carefully withdrew her hand.
Those pitiful eyes revealed a contradiction: a desire to look at oneself more, yet a reluctance to do so.
I had so much to say to him, but in the end, all those words condensed into this single sentence:
"In these ten years... what exactly have you been doing..."
"Where did they go?"
She clearly had the right to vent her emotions more, and could even directly and angrily question him.
Why did I return for the first time, but it was ten years later?
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