I have a big sailing game.

The marsh of decay, the city-state of Barthator.

Although it was liberated like other city-states in the Swamp of Corruption, the liberation of the city-state of Barthator was a relatively late event, and its will to resist was particularly determined.

Of course, when the forces of the Black Tide Secret Society actually arrived, Balsato's will to resist was obviously much weaker.

Because those who resisted more fiercely have been thrown into the swamp...

However, people have various personalities. There are reckless resisters and despicable conspirators. Although the turmoil they cause is not big, it is like a sore that cannot be healed for a long time...

In a messy room.

The young man sitting on the chair with his head bowed remained motionless, as if he was falling asleep due to exhaustion.

However, the blood flowing from his neck told the truth of the matter.

If nothing unexpected happened, such an injury would basically mean that both feet were in the coffin, and the coffin was about to be covered.

But it was obvious that a hand had ripped off the coffin board...

"Ho... cough!"

The young man who was hanging his head on the chair suddenly woke up. The strange feeling in his neck made him cough violently.

After a moment, he frowned and his eyes became clearer.

Then, he touched his neck and was shocked by the thick blood.

But it was obvious that there were no wounds on his neck.

All this suddenness was hard to accept. The young man took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, calmed down and began to sort out the fragmented memories in his mind.

"I'm……"

"Varisa's..."

"No, it's Balsato's..."

Two completely different but equally fragmented memories made a look of confusion appear in his eyes involuntarily, and his expression also showed some pain.

The two memories were entangled, and a soul that had been sleeping for a long time was stuffed together.

After a moment, he finally came to his senses and exhaled.

"My name is... Vic, a trainee potion scholar from Balsato College..."

He muttered to himself.

Under the entanglement of memories, the more complete memory obviously temporarily gained dominance.

However, the soul is still the same soul.

After establishing his name, Vic's sanity seemed to return and he began to observe the surrounding environment.

Looking at the blood that had not completely dried on the ground, some memory fragments resurfaced. Reason connected those trivial memory fragments to outline what happened.

"Someone came into the room while I was looking through the material properties book and slit my throat to death."

After such a passage came to mind, Vic couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. He moved his body and leaned slightly against the wall to have a panoramic view of everything in the room, which gave him a sense of security.

However, at this moment, a mysterious black mist suddenly appeared, condensed into a ball, and finally turned into a black cat sitting on the table elegantly licking its paws.

"Awake?"

The black cat looked at him and made a human noise.

Such a sudden change naturally caused Vic's body to tremble, and he subconsciously took a step back, looking at the black cat warily.

"Relax, the guy who wiped your neck isn't here right now."

Black Cat stood up and stretched his body comfortably.

"Who are you?" Vic calmed down, but the vigilance in his heart did not dissipate.

"Good question." Black Cat didn't look at him and just responded lazily: "To be honest, I don't know. To be precise, I don't have a name yet."

"Of course, I'm actually not interested in names or anything like that."

After stretching, the black cat lay down again, looking careless.

Vic was a little confused by the black cat's answer, but he still instinctively felt that the black cat was not an easy character to get along with. Since he couldn't get any useful feedback, it was best for him to get out of here now.

"...Then if you have nothing to do, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Vic faced it and moved towards the door step by step. After opening the door, he quickly quickened his pace.

The black cat just shook its tail and glanced at him.

As soon as Vic came downstairs, he saw the familiar black cat at the foot of the stairs.

"Stop running away. I'm inside your body and I can't get rid of you."

The black cat seemed a little impatient. If it had a choice, it would probably have left this guy long ago.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Seeing this, Vic also calmed down.

Judging from the abilities displayed by this black cat, he really couldn't get rid of the teleportation-like abilities.

In this case, let’s have a good talk...

"What you should be concerned about now is not why you suddenly came to life and what you will do next?"

Black cat road.

When Vic heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Brother, how can I have time to think about these issues?

The most important thing for me now is to find a relatively safe place to ensure my own survival...

This is just like asking someone whether the first thing you do in the morning is to rinse your mouth or wash your face.

In fact, everyone opens their eyes first...

Seemingly aware of part of Vic's thoughts, Black Cat couldn't help but sigh slightly: "I was also just born, and my purpose is to guide and help you."

"Speaking of which, it probably has something to do with Varissa in your memory."

Varissa...

As soon as this word was mentioned, some fragments flashed through Vic's mind involuntarily.

However, they are all partial scenes about Varissa, but the information about myself seems to be shrouded in fog and blurred.

Among them, the most eye-catching one is a towering giant that is as tall as a cloud and looks like a walking god...

"Did you remember anything?" After taking a look at his appearance, Black Cat stood up and shook his head slightly: "I guess it's quite embarrassing."

"Since there is nothing to gain and there is no way to explore the secret of your resurrection, I only suggest you do one thing now..."

"Go take a shower and change some clothes, then go to class."

"Can you see my memory?" Vic frowned slightly, feeling shocked.

"I know a little bit, but it's not the mind-reading ability you think of." Black Cat seemed a little impatient: "And there is a schedule on your desk."

After saying that, the black cat stood on tiptoes and sat quietly on the railing, no longer paying attention to Vic.

Seeing this situation, Vic also frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he followed Black Cat's words and turned around and returned to the room.

After Vic leaves.

The black cat's wagging tail suddenly stopped, and its expression changed from being bored and arrogant and keeping away from strangers, to one of melancholy.

"Great Lord...where are you...why don't you give me a name..."

……

Roger discovered something very interesting in the border fog.

A mini Lilliputian country!

[You are here: Mini Country (0.87%)]

[Mini Country: This is a complete country, a prosperous civilization. The only characteristic is that the citizens here are relatively short... But don't underestimate them. If you make them angry, they can still hit your toenails when they jump up. of. 】