Fu Jin did not possess an eidetic memory, but after so many years in business, he had at least trained his memory well enough. He was absolutely certain that he had never heard this voice before.
But how had the other person appeared within this illusion created by the aberration?
As a figure drew closer and closer, Fu Jin trembled as he tried to draw his gun.
However, his hand grasped at empty air.
He immediately remembered that, while fleeing for his life earlier, he had thrown his weapon aside. Now he was unarmed, facing the aberration's killing move...
Only one thought remained.
I'm done for—dead!
Yet after the shadow emerged from the fog, it merely stared at him for a long while before saying, "Uh... may I ask, sir, what sort of performance art are you doing?"
Performance art? Wait, this is a living person?
Fu Jin's eyes flew open, but before he could say anything, the young man across from him shook his head and laughed.
"Forget it. I've been chasing this aberration for three days. Today, I finally forced it to stop and rest.
"It's time to settle this."
Chasing?
Aberration?
Settle it?
I recognize every word here, so why do they sound so unfamiliar when put together?
However, the young man offered no explanation. Instead, he drew a sword from who knew where.
It looked ancient and unadorned, yet its cold gleam flashed brightly. With Fu Jin's discerning eye, he immediately recognized it as something extremely valuable. Yet the instant the sword was drawn, the seemingly boundless fog that had nearly trapped him to death suddenly contracted, then rapidly thinned.
As though... it feared that sword.
What a joke. This is an aberration—how could it possibly fear an ordinary mortal?
But the young man merely shook