Sister

Meeting the girl's icy gaze, Sean knew he was in trouble.

Mentioning another woman in front of one was a major taboo, and a single misstep could lead to disaster.

What made Sean even more uneasy was that while the girl was beautiful, her figure and looks were no less than those of Saintess Oliya. Even the cool, noble air about her eyes could ignite a man's desire to conquer. A girl like this, once seen, would be unforgettable for a very, very long time. Yet, he had no impression of her in his mind at all...

The current situation told him this was likely a new character card.

Most probably with the heroine tag.

Sean: "..."

This was the end of him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and was good at spinning stories. He quickly spoke up to salvage the situation: "You misunderstood, I wasn't thinking of Oliya."

The girl glanced at him: "Oh?"

"Yes," Sean said with a serious expression. "I was actually about to say that Oliya also sat on a bed like this, but she wasn't as good-looking as you."

The girl seemed to realize her own vulnerability. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled the blanket up to cover her chest and let out a soft hum: "Sweet talker."

Sean wasn't sure if he had passed the test and was still racking his brain trying to figure out where that familiar feeling in his heart came from. But before he could find an answer, the girl's next words gave him a headache.

"Come up."

Sean: "..."

"Come up where?"

"Where do you think?"

The girl's tone was rather indifferent, but her flushed cheeks showed that her inner turmoil was far from calm.

Sean was even less calm. The more aloof someone was, the more devastating their blush. Especially since the girl's back was exposed, a large expanse of smooth, fair skin that invited one to imagine its tender touch. What man could withstand such a test?

Sean really wanted to refuse, he truly did. But he also needed to understand the direction of the "plot." After half a month, he finally had new information about his past life, and he couldn't give up now.

Thus, with a thirst for knowledge, Sean resolutely took off his shoes and got into bed!

Seeing Sean approach and feeling his presence drawing nearer, the girl's eyes flickered. She turned her head away, her face growing even redder. She wanted to say something to ease her inner tension, but being naturally poor at conversation, she couldn't find suitable words. The quiet air was filled with the sound of their rapidly beating hearts, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

It was a good thing Sean was good at chatting; otherwise, there wouldn't have been any continuation.

He coughed lightly twice and said, "Shall we discuss life?"

The girl didn't reply, only her cool and beautiful face grew more flushed.

She thought Sean was impatient and wanted to get straight to the point, even secretly annoyed at how eager he was.

But she never expected that when Sean said "discuss life," he truly meant discussing life.

He asked, "What do you think, if one day I died, but didn't completely die, would I still be the same me?"

Girl: "..."

What a strange question.

She didn't understand why Sean would ask this at such a moment, but at least it was a topic to talk about. She thought for a moment and replied, "Yes."

Sean realized his description might not be accurate. He carefully chose his words and asked again, "Then if I truly died and was reincarnated, but retained my memories of the past?"

The girl gave the same answer: "Yes."

Sean: "Because the soul hasn't changed?"

"No," the girl shook her head. "Because you won't die."

The reason everyone is different is not only due to differences in soul and thought but also because bodies and appearances are unique.

Of course, this was a more scientific and objective understanding. From her subjective perspective or in terms of mysticism, Sean's idea was correct. As long as Sean's soul remained unchanged, no matter how many times he died or what form he took, he would still be the man she loved.

However, she felt this question was meaningless.

Sean couldn't die.

No one could kill him, not even time.

He was the world's only Wizard above the tenth tier, his control over power reaching a level incomprehensible to ordinary people. Perhaps one moment he was standing right in front of you, and the next, his body would undergo a complete and perfect annihilation reaction, without any spells or incantations.

In other words, Sean's body had undergone a qualitative change due to Magic, infinitely close to pure energy itself.

And energy does not dissipate without cause and is omnipresent. This meant Sean was also omnipresent. His life would not fade with the passage of time—perhaps it would, but the impact would be negligible, almost ignorable.

He was energy, and energy could become him.

Generally, Archmages needed to sacrifice their own lives to cast an annihilation Forbidden Spell. Sean, however, would not. He could reconstitute his body at any time and place using the energy that existed throughout heaven and earth, making him immortal and ageless.

At least she and Oliya would never live to see the day Sean grew old.

"Won't grow old..."

Sean pondered these words and suddenly realized he seemed to have overlooked something.

Something that seemed insignificant but was very important.

When Elvily said he was an Awakened One, he didn't agree in his heart. Because he hadn't awakened his perception, but rather his memories. Compared to awakening, Sean believed the possibility of reincarnation was greater, which was why he always referred to Carl Black as his past life.

But the problem was, his appearance hadn't changed.

This was also why he was so sure that Karl Black was himself.

In past dreams, Sean hadn't realized he was dreaming, so he naturally wouldn't deliberately look in a mirror for confirmation. But in so many dreams, there were times he saw his own face. Sean remembered very clearly that the him in his dreams and the him now looked exactly the same, even their height and build were similar.

Was this reasonable?

Reincarnation wasn't rebirth, nor was it transmigration. How could he have the same face and body in two different lives?

But if it wasn't reincarnation, then what was he?

Sean felt his brain was starting to overload.

Meanwhile, chatting with him for a while had significantly eased the tension in the young lady's heart. Thinking that some things had to be done sooner or later, she decided to be more carefree, which aligned with the dignified demeanor of the eldest daughter of the Seraphim family. Thus, she tensed her body, her face expressionless with flushed cheeks, and said, "Come on, I'm ready."

Sean: "But I'm not ready..."

This was the truth. Although he was a normal man and knew very well he couldn't pass this test, shouldn't he at least know the young lady's name first?

He hadn't found a suitable opportunity to ask.

The young lady seemed surprised by Sean's words: "You're not ready?"

Sean nodded seriously: "Yes."

"Then what are you holding in your hand?"

"Huh?"

Sean didn't remember holding anything. He instinctively looked down, only to find that a chain with shackles had been placed in his hand at some point. One end was already locked around the young lady's fair and luminous ankle.

Sean: "???"

He suddenly realized.

This wasn't a dream!

Or rather, this wasn't just a dream, it was a Meditation!

He had to satisfy his body's instinctive needs and desires in a way that was different from the primitive method—these shackles were conjured by the Spirit Potion for him!

Damn it!

Seeing Sean's embarrassed expression, as if he wanted to explain but didn't know how, the young lady thought he was revealing his true nature and felt a bit shy. This, in turn, made her bolder. In a marital relationship, she had always been the dominant one. She spoke calmly, "There's no need to be embarrassed. I already guessed you wouldn't be so conventional."

"You can do whatever you want tonight, I'll agree to it, but don't stay up too late."

"Tomorrow is my little sister's 14th birthday coming-of-age ceremony. I don't want to miss it."

"Your little sister?"

She had a sister?

The young lady softly hummed in affirmation: "You've met her, Elvily."

Sean: "?"

El-what-ily??