The Mystery of the Original Body!

Alvin was actually prepared for the answer to this question to be less than easy to find.

Otherwise, he could just ask Penny directly.

Although he was still a little disappointed, he quickly cheered up and asked the second question.

"What was your reason for deciding to take over my body after hearing my age?" Alvin's gaze sharpened.

It was like a knife, stabbing straight at Edras.

However, Edras's next move made Alvin frown and look puzzled.

He actually turned his gaze to Winnie, who was standing to the side, and asked casually, "May I say?"

Edras was actually asking Winnie's opinion?

Alvin paused for a few seconds, then turned to look at Winnie, only to notice a fleeting complexity in her eyes that he would have missed if he hadn't been observing her closely.

That complex look in his eyes lasted only a moment.

Winnie quickly regained her composure and said expressionlessly, "This is your choice, it has nothing to do with me."

"Understood."

Edras nodded slightly, seemingly understanding her meaning, then turned to Alvin: "I can tell you the answer, but are you sure you want to know? Perhaps this answer will shatter the beliefs you've always held."

This is getting weirder and weirder!

Alvin's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes dark and unfathomable, shifting between Winnie and Edras before finally settling on the person beside him. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "Do you think I should know about this?"

A complex emotion welled up in Winnie's eyes again. After a long silence, she softly asked, "If I told you not to seek this answer, would you listen to me?"

"Won't."

Alvin answered crisply and decisively.

"I knew it—" Winnie sighed helplessly, giving him a look that was both reproachful and annoyed. "From the moment we met until now, you've never listened to me, and this time is no exception. Since you won't listen—why did you even ask for my opinion?"

"I just want to use your answer to determine the scope of this response." Alvin pinched his temples.

This is a habitual way he relieves stress when he's under pressure. "Unfortunately, judging from your answer, this matter..."

It seems a bit big.

Even Winnie was advising him, which shows just how much he dreaded his "age" issue.

"If I absolutely have to know, will you stop me?" Alvin asked again.

If Winnie wanted to stop him and find out the truth, then it was absolutely impossible for him to get it from Edras.

Those who learned the truth.

Looking into Alvin's earnest eyes, Winnie hesitated for half a second, then shook her head as if helpless. "Even if I stop you today, you won't give up on finding out the truth, and—you'll always have a chance to find out during the rest of the trip, it's just a matter of time."

By saying this, she was essentially giving her consent.

Alvin breathed a sigh of relief. If Winnie had been firm, he really wouldn't have known what to do, but thankfully, "family" is always there for you.

"Now you can speak." Having dealt with the biggest obstacle, he looked directly at Edras.

"Your age is incorrect."

Edras looked at him, a hint of coldness in his voice. "Counting from when I left Losel, my heir should be 19 this year, not—20. You're a year behind my heir!"

Boom!

This news shocked Alvin's brain, leaving it blank and his thoughts in complete disarray!

What's the meaning?!

The real "Alvin" is 19 years old this year!

This is impossible! The Alvin all hated him, not because they felt any sadness at losing a father.

If he isn't the real Alvin, then who is "he"?!

Seeing Alvin's shock, bewilderment, and the repeated changes in his expression as he stood frozen in place, Edras sneered. His polygonal Cybernetic eye emitted an eerie red light, and his voice was low and ghostly. "I'm quite certain that my heir should be 19 years old this year, but you—although you possess direct blood, you are a year older."

In my experience, there are only two possibilities for this situation to occur—

At this point, Edras paused for a few seconds, staring at Alvin with a sinister gaze, as if he wanted to strip him naked from the inside out. "First, you are not human at all, but a pawn deliberately placed by one of the Chaos Gods whose memories have been erased. In essence, you are a Warp Daemon."

"That's impossible!"

Alvin immediately denied it.

Nonsense! If he were truly Warp Daemon, the Emperor Lord would have crushed him long ago. How could he still be alive and kicking?

Putting everything else aside, just take Winnie and Penny for example. One is Living Saint of the Emperor, and the other is War Apostle. Crushing them would be as easy as crushing an ant!

"That's right, the possibility is very small." Edras nodded calmly and continued, "If you were a creation of the 'Four Gods,' this 'Emperor' apostle beside you wouldn't tolerate you living until now."

"So, I realized this after being stopped by this messenger." He continued, "There's another possibility: that you entered the Warp after your birth, so the time within you is related to my memories..."

Reality has changed; your actual age is 19.

The concept of "time" does not exist in the Warp. In other words, before he transmigrated here, the original body had entered the Warp and spent a year there, but lost his memory. This is why Alvin's memories are different from his body's!

This news made Alvin's mood inexplicably heavy. The secrets hidden by the original owner now seemed to be bigger than he had imagined!

Not only the "Navigator System," but even the age discrepancy has become inaccurate!

"Do you know something?" Alvin thought for a moment, then placed his hopes on Winnie.

To everyone's surprise, Winnie shook her head. "No, all I know is that you mysteriously disappeared for a period of time when you were very young, but I don't know exactly what happened."

Is it related to the Emperor?

"Alvin asked."

"I don't know." Winnie continued shaking her head, speaking sincerely and earnestly, "Not only me, but even Penny doesn't know, or rather, that person doesn't know either."

Things were getting more and more complicated— Alvin closed his eyes, feeling as if he were caught in a huge vortex, surrounded by a massive conspiracy, yet he knew nothing about it.

This feeling is terrible.

"You all need to leave. Let me have some peace and quiet."

Alvin sat on the steel throne, exhaled heavily, and closed his eyes as if falling into a light sleep.