"For me?" The young man's face was full of confusion. He did not understand why the other party would say that. Could they be assassins sent by those people to kill him? But why had they only come now?
"Your father gave his life to send you into the Mage Academy, and you want to give up so easily?"
"Hehehe, what else can I do?" the young man said mockingly, utterly despairing of this world.
He had spent three months thinking about it. Since there was no road ahead in the future anyway, why keep dragging out a miserable existence?
Velin fell silent after hearing this and tossed the Short Sword in front of him.
The young man picked up the Short Sword without the slightest hesitation and drove it through his heart.
Blood gushed out, soaking the young man's body.
His body collapsed to the floor, a smile on his lips. Perhaps he could see his father again.
"My lord." Kyle entered the room, looking at Velin, who had fallen into thought, then at the young man lying on the ground.
"Keep him alive."
After saying that, Velin left the room.
For a young man determined to die, perhaps only by truly dying once could his mindset slowly begin to change.
Kyle crouched beside the young man, sealing his will and binding his soul to his body. He slowly infused his own power into him, repairing his body.
After pulling out the Short Sword, there was no secondary bleeding. Under Kyle's healing, the wound in his heart slowly closed.
Two hours later, the young man opened his eyes again. Looking at the familiar ceiling, he muttered, "Is this the world after death?"
"The world after death? I don't know."
That familiar voice belonged to the stranger from earlier.
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