Ten years later.
Dafflin still died, killed in a war against the Otherworldly User monopolists.
He had no regrets. He had fought, and that was enough.
His only regret was that he had ultimately failed to return to his girlfriend Anty's side and fulfill his wish to protect her.
Dafflin opened his eyes and looked at the streets before him, both familiar and unfamiliar.
It was a secluded alley. In the distance lay a clean Wanderer.
Wait, hadn't an old man named Lord bitten through my neck?
He recalled his memories from before his death.
And now, had he come to hell?
He had no confidence that he deserved heaven. After all, he had not fulfilled the promise in his heart.
Half an hour later, he slowly grew excited, a smile spreading across his lips.
"So I've been reborn! No, this should be some movie plot!"
He screamed inwardly.
He took a clear look at everything around him. Wasn't this the Seeking Seed mission he had carried out after joining the Heaven's Mandate Society ten years ago? That Wanderer had left a deep impression on him, after all. That was when he had escaped Death's grasp once again.
And now, he had ten extra years of memories.
What should he do first? Hurry and get away from this Wanderer? No, he should still follow the original script.
Otherwise, the Wanderer might take his escape as an attempt to call for help and kill him outright.
Thinking this, Dafflin continued observing the Wanderer with complete confidence.
Then the sudden horde of zombies appeared again. The Wanderer fled, and Dafflin still called his superior to report the situation before driving out of the city.
This time, when the Wanderer caught up with his car, he did not speak. He simply