Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Klein flipped through his phone and saw that the schedule of programmer "Klein Moretti" was packed. As he browsed, the memories of this era gradually loaded into Klein's mind.

"Klein Moretti", an orphan picked up by the Church of Evernight, the nuns registered him with a common surname and a drawn name. Klein had excellent grades since childhood and entered the Loen Royal Institute of Technology, a prestigious school with a thousand-year history, with a full scholarship.

This school seems to have been formerly known as Backlund Technical School. It looks like Melissa and I are now alumni!

In college, "Klein Moretti" was undoubtedly the most typical inspirational role model in the eyes of teachers and classmates. Born in an orphanage, he not only won a full scholarship from the school with excellent grades, but also worked diligently at the construction site to lay tiles during holidays to earn his tuition and living expenses. In this way, when he graduated from college, he not only did not owe a huge amount of money for college, but also had a lot of surplus from his work at the construction site.

I was so diligent that I chose to take computer science and technology, and showed some talent and interest in history and language. I not only studied on my own, but also chatted with keyboard experts online during breaks to entertain myself. After graduating from college, I joined a computer company and lived a 996 life.

The busy and stressful work-study life at university ended, but his life did not relax. The high-intensity work made Klein unable to find time to visit the grandmas who had been taking care of him. They were old, and he should go back to see them more often, but every time he was ready to make a phone call to say hello, the project manager in the work group would ask when the product would be online, and the development engineer would say that there was a new bug and asked him to check it in time...

...This is simply a dream repeating itself!! It is simply like I have lost my memory and am sent down an unimaginable path!!

Klein held his forehead with his hand, feeling mixed emotions from all the senses of déjà vu.

Now it seems that the memories he recovered were mainly his memories of life as "Zhou Mingrui" in the old days, his memories of life as "Klein" before crossing over to the Fifth Epoch, and his memories of life sleeping in Utopia. Then it suddenly jumped a long way and connected to his memories of life in the Sixth Epoch after he lost his memory and revived. This gave Klein a strange illusion that he had traveled from the Fifth Epoch to the Sixth Epoch all of a sudden.

I was having fun under the St. Arianna Church, and suddenly, not only was my house gone, but they also brought this to me?

It came, and I died suddenly while working overtime in front of the computer!

If the description of the illusion Melissa is true, then what he has lost is probably not only the memory of the thousand years from Sequence Two Utopia to its defeat three hundred years ago in the Sixth Epoch.

In fact, he accepted this "amnesiac" life experience in the Sixth Epoch well, and he didn't feel like he was sewing someone else. Because this is obviously me! Klein muttered in his heart. Or, this is his new life after he was resurrected and lost his memory, and now he has only recovered part of his memory from the Fifth Epoch.

And in a sense, this kind of life can be considered "free and easy", and maybe it's good to live like this. When Klein was in the Fifth Epoch when carriages were running, he also imagined such an ordinary life, getting an ordinary university diploma and getting an ordinary job...

The constant vibration of his phone once again interrupted Klein's wandering thoughts. He glanced at it and turned the phone to silent mode before stuffing it back into his pocket. No matter what time it was, the messages in the work group were a headache. Klein opened a cupboard and prepared to make some midnight snacks, but found a line of black Rune text in the cupboard. Perhaps because they were afraid that the text would not be taken seriously enough, there was a line of neat Roselle text below the Rune text. Both sentences meant the same thing.

"Eat less instant noodles if you stay up late. There's some leftover stew from your lunch in the refrigerator."

It's Melissa's handwriting!

Klein recognized his sister's handwriting at a glance. He shook his shoulders uncomfortably, and all the memories of Melissa repeatedly reminding him to go to bed early and remember to buy bread and peas, and the maids texting him to eat well, all came flooding back. Whether it was the Fifth or Sixth Epoch, there were always some things that were passed down from generation to generation.

This line of words even made him feel that Melissa was squatting somewhere and watching him open the refrigerator. If he insisted on eating instant noodles, Melissa would rush out and shoot him in the head again.

Klein raised his hand to take the stew out of the refrigerator, but found a box of matches pressed against the partition at the bottom of the bowl. Almost no one in the Sixth Epoch used matches. Klein frowned and recalled that he seemed to have picked it up from the slag he was carrying out at the construction site before graduation. At that time, the matchbox fell at his feet along with the overflowing soil. He thought the sparks with Roselwen on them were very beautiful, so he washed this retro matchbox and put it at home as a decoration, but he often threw it around and didn't know where to put it.

He took out the matchbox from the bottom of the bowl and looked at it carefully in the light. There were four Chinese characters in strange handwriting drawn on the sparks of the wooden box:

"Match of Nothingness".

He looked up and opened the cupboard again, only to find that the two lines of Melissa's words had disappeared without a trace.

...Is this another illusion?

Klein remembered Melissa's instructions when he just woke up, and didn't think much about this series of abnormalities. He put the stew into the microwave to heat it up, then sat in front of the glass table and carefully studied the matchbox.

The matchbox was quite large, the sparks were simple and exquisite, and the matches inside were not very full. These matches were nothing more than a thin piece of wood with a little black gunpowder, and seemed to be no different from other matches.

……nothingness……

Klein repeated this word silently, carefully pondering the meaning of this unfamiliar phrase. He recalled Melissa's instructions before she disappeared, and felt that it was a property he had never come into contact with.

This is when a fortune-telling is needed!

So Klein felt in his pocket, took out a coin and tossed it. This is what a fortune teller should do! He watched the coin tossed and fell, but he didn't get any inspiration at all. Klein scratched his chin and thought for a while. It seemed that there was no fragment of this word in his mystical knowledge, but he could probably find a few related words to temporarily and one-sidedly assume the meaning of this attribute.

As he watched the stew spinning in the microwave, he thought about the new things he had seen since the restoration. As he was thinking, he couldn't help but take out a paper and pen made of gray mist from the air to simply sort out his thoughts.

An inexplicable hallucination, a box of phantom matches, the source is unknown, and the initial speculation is that it is Melissa.

Melissa, hallucination, knows Roselwen, can't affect reality...

Melissa...

Klein pondered and drew a small question mark after the name "Melissa" with difficulty.

From the time he woke up until now, the things that gave him the strongest sense of unreality and disharmony all pointed to the illusion of Melissa. The weirdness of spiritual intuition and the paradox of rational logic made him wary of these illusions.

However, that illusion of Melissa was so familiar, as if she had walked out of Klein's deep and distant thoughts, carrying sour candies and flourishing wormwood along the way, making Klein believe from the bottom of his heart that it was really his Melissa.

These contradictory topics seemed like a paradox, and Klein decided to write down these doubts and put them aside to think about them slowly later. So he reached out and turned the microwave button, pressing the start button expectantly.

At this moment, Klein discovered a glaring black hole on the snow-white tiles.

Klein carefully observed and touched it. The hole was very new, with a yellowish ring around it. It was even warm to the touch. A small piece of metal was stuck deep inside the dark hole. The entire tile was broken, with deep cracks surrounding the hole.

This is a real, freshly-shot bullet hole—

There's a hidden gunman in the apartment!