It was as if those words had slammed a heavy bunker-busting bomb into Meng Chao's head.
Drilling from the crown of his head all the way into the depths of his soul.
Then transforming into the fiercest Flame Storm, it swept across every groove of Meng Chao's brain and every one of his brain cells.
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
It was as though some gate or seal had been violently blasted open.
From the depths of Meng Chao's brain, even more fragments of memories from his past life erupted like a volcanic eruption.
Yet these fragments of past-life memories contained countless discrepancies, both superficially similar and outright contradictory, to the memories of him as the "Third-Rate Expert, Phantom Assassin."
In these memories, there had never been any "Black Skull Training Camp" or "Ghost Brigade."
There had only been the "Blood Alliance" and the "Blood Blade Organization."
Nor had there ever been any "Phantom Assassin."
There had only been—"Doomsday Blade"!
And these entirely new fragments of past-life memories could perfectly explain those seemingly inconceivable facts.
Why had "Jackal" Kanus and his subordinates been able to use exclusive Dragon City assassin martial arts such as the Corpse Walking Technique and the Mystic Stab Method?
Why, when Meng Chao and the Wolf King had clearly met for the first time, had their brainwave frequencies been so similar that they could easily invade each other's brain domains, even developing an eerie sense of familiarity? Why had they worked together with greater tacit understanding than comrades who had fought side by side for decades?
Because in some future—or rather, in one possibility of the future—they had originally fought shoulder to shoulder for at least ten years, and had even died together in a blaze of glory.
"How is this possible?"
Meng Chao was dumbfounded,