When would he be able to save the person before him?
It was a difficult question to answer.
When the other party didn't respond, he fell silent for a long while. As though trying to work up his courage, he took a deep breath, then lifted his eyes to meet the other's gaze and asked softly, "Because I'm one of the countless ordinary people, you'll definitely be able to save me too, right?"
He didn't know why he was so nervous and uneasy.
His hands hanging at his sides trembled uncontrollably.
"Of course. I won't give up on a single person."
Hearing the affirmative answer, he couldn't help but smile.
Seeing his reaction, the figure seemed to let out a soft sigh. That hand, glowing with a gentle light, reached out and rested against his chest. The dense, stabbing pain rooted there was soothed by a vast, surging vitality. His body greedily absorbed this power, like parched land drinking in rain.
He watched the bloodstain on his chest vanish without a trace.
Before the other disappeared, he hurriedly asked, "Who are you?"
The other smiled. "You know who I am."
He was puzzled.
He knew who the other was?
He wanted to ask again, but for some reason, his lips pressed tightly together, and he couldn't utter a word. All he could do was watch as the enormous figure, glowing from head to toe, shrank until it became a pinpoint of light and vanished completely. Then his foot suddenly met empty air, and his body plunged downward beyond his control, falling faster and faster.
Buzz—
The whole world fell silent for an instant.
He abruptly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Thirteen's face, looming large over him. Thirteen jumped too and let out a startled squawk.
"He's