After using the cheat, I traveled through time with a full-level account

The name of the Sunken Sea is everywhere.

Since Chen Yang started from Augustus, he has heard countless legends about it, and now, even the God of Gamblers is closely related to it.

"The Sunken Sea, what an interesting place." Chen Yang muttered to himself.

Florence stood up and said goodbye to Chen Yang: "Okay, Chen Yang, now you are the God of Gamblers in Aesirion, I will not bother you any more, I will leave first."

"Is there any country you want to go to? You can't do it without any money."

"I plan to go back to my hometown to take a look, do some odd jobs, and save some money to redeem the house, if it is still there."

Chen Yang took out a purse from his pocket and handed it to Florence.

"This is a gift. In my hometown, people always leave some farewell gifts when they say goodbye to friends."

Folence was stunned for a moment, then calmly reached out to take it: "Then...thank you, your hometown must be a country of etiquette. What a beautiful culture."

"Haha, you are right, it is indeed the most beautiful country."

After sending Florence to the door, Chen Yang smiled mysteriously at him: "By the way, Mr. Florence, don't lose this purse, there will be a surprise when you redeem the house."

"Don't worry, I will definitely not lose it."

The sunset was setting, and the afterglow illuminated Florence's white hair at the temples. He stood straight, his steps did not stop, and he walked towards the gate of Aesirion firmly and steadily.

A man who gave everything for gambling, after winning everything in the gambling city, resolutely chose to give up everything and start a new life again.

Chen Yang admired him very much. He needed to learn the courage and mentality of Florence. He had only spent less than a day with the gambling god of Aesirion, but Chen Yang had already identified him as a "friend".

"I hope my 'little surprise' will satisfy him."

Chen Yang muttered, watching Florence walking away, dispelling the servants of the mansion, locking the door, and hanging a sign on it. It read: "Former Residence of the Gambling God Florence".

Then, he left the area and prepared to see what the so-called "wish" was all about.

......

Florence had never had such an emotional moment. After many years, he set foot on his hometown again, and every breeze and every blade of grass moved his heartstrings. Time has passed, things have changed, the tavern in memory has become a clothing store, and the street corner vendor who always hawked has become a strange octogenarian, now holding a windmill in his hand, sitting under a tree to enjoy the cool.

His eyes were red, and he stretched out his hand to grab something, but everything had changed and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Relying on that clear and sincere memory, Florence found the house where he and his mother depended on each other for life. At that time, she was still very young. Although she was busy with her livelihood every day, she was still willing to spend some time with him.

But Florence at that time just felt bored.

Florence knocked on the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

Inside was a middle-aged man with a bitter face. He seemed to have countless things on his mind and frowned at Florence.

"Ah, hello, I used to own this house. This time, I came here to... buy it back."

The middle-aged man looked at the guy in front of him suspiciously, leaned on the door frame with his arms folded, and asked, "How much can you pay?"

"Three hundred gold coins, how about it?"

The man who heard this was even more unconvinced. No one would believe that he would spend three hundred gold coins to buy such a shabby house, unless the other party was an idiot.

"Here's the money. If you agree, we can go through the relevant formalities now."

Folence opened the purse and showed it to the other party.

"......"

So there really is such a fool?

After completing the formalities, Florence returned to his old house, which had long since become completely unrecognizable to him.

He spent some time cleaning it up, mainly cleaning up the things left by the previous owner, the guy who was ecstatic after getting three hundred gold coins. He was busy all day like this, and the house became much emptier.

"Huh——"

Folence wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a wall.

"This is... my childhood graffiti!"

There were ghost paintings everywhere on it. Perhaps because they were too lazy to clean it up, the residents of this house in history did not have the time to take care of it. Florence stared at it for a long time, and his thoughts gradually drifted to the past.

"Mother! When I grow up, I will definitely let you live in a big house! Become the happiest woman in the world!"

"Hehe, okay, then what should my little hero do?"

"Just like it's above, mother! I will become a big businessman. Uncle Roth said that businessmen make the most money!"

"Then I'll wait. In order to please my little hero, mother will cook your favorite Croquettes at night."

"..."

How many people have made such promises to their mothers, and how do they do it now?

When the burden of life is so heavy that people can't breathe, how many people can silently bear everything like their mothers did, and always face the most important person to them with tenderness and love?

Florence couldn't hide his disappointment. He wanted to see his mother again and fulfill his promise, but he knew that it was impossible.

No matter how powerful the time wizard is, even the time reverser who once turned the tide of the End War, it is impossible to bring his mother back again after such a long time.

If it can be done, it can only be God, right?

Frances was thinking like this, and suddenly noticed that the money bag around his waist was glowing with light blue. He suddenly thought of Chen Yang's words when he said goodbye to him: "By the way, Mr. Frances, this money bag is special." If you lose it, there will be a surprise when you redeem the house.”

The mysterious magic that cannot be explained or imitated instantly covered the entire house. Time quickly went back. The filled fireplace rekindled the flame. The bed that belonged to me was propped up again. There was a gentle figure on the sofa beside the fire. .

"No way...no way..."

Florence's heartbeat had never been so fast as it was now. It was as if he had just finished a marathon. His breathing was rapid, unstoppable, and getting worse.

"France, you look like you've lost a lot of weight."

The woman sitting on the sofa spoke softly, turned back to look at Frances with a smile, and looked carefully, her eyes were also filled with tears.

"Mother!"

Frances ran over quickly, knelt on the ground, held her hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "What is going on?"

"I don't know, I just know that there was darkness everywhere, as if I suddenly woke up from sleep, I suddenly became conscious, and someone asked me if I wanted to see my son again."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry..." France covered her face and cried, showing all her regrets and apologies.

"It's okay, Florence, I have never blamed you. No matter what, you will always be my child, my favorite child."

"I will never gamble again, Mom..."

"Well, it's all over. Have a good sleep. You look really bad. I'll cook you a bowl of broth. When the meal is ready, I'll wake you up."

...

Chen Yang suddenly smiled. After taking a look at Florence's future, he knew that Florence was extremely satisfied with this surprise.

"It seems you have something happy, Gao Yang, maybe I should call you...Chen Yang?"

"You can call me whatever you want, Mr. Mabu. Can I call you sir?"

Mabu chuckled and nodded his round head.

"What I didn't expect is that you are so familiar with Puka."

Chen Yang smiled and took a sip of the large glass of malt wine and looked at Puka, who was sitting next to Mabu on the kang in the hut, smacking his lips and eating.