It was as if Guxing understood what he had said, it ran into the forest immediately. Xuanyuan was surprised by the wolf’s intelligence. However that matched the memories that were inside his head.
He thought a good time to gather his thoughts would be when Guxing was out looking for food.
“Was it possible that I reborn into this dead boy’s body? What happened?”
Behind him a forest, in front of him a mass of corpses.
Memory after memory revealed and flashed through his mind. He realized that was not his own world.
This body’s original owner had a similar fate to Xuanyuan. He was fourteen years old, also without a name. Since he was young, he suffered through a great deal of bullying. He struggled to survive on his own. The rusty dagger came into his possession by accident. Although it looked dull, it was incredibly sharp and could cut through all other metal. It seemed like the dagger had a magical power.