Mentors, comrades, friends.
The people and city he had wanted to protect.
He had lost everything. He had always regretted it, always been unable to imagine letting it go.
Even though Fu Zeyu had later grown into a true savior and gained unimaginable power, nothing he had lost could ever be recovered.
Back then, his face had been utterly lifeless.
He had been like a living corpse, devoid of even the slightest emotional fluctuation.
If it were that Fu Zeyu, then being immersed in the Anomaly Mirror and forced to relive, again and again, the agonizing experience of losing everything... that truly would have been terrifying.
Either he would descend into madness, or something not very good would happen.
A rare drop of cold sweat trickled down Fu Zeyu's face. "Wait, then Lord Fu Zhang still hasn't come out after all this time..."
Among the Contract Anomalists of the Aberration Association, aside from some newly recruited members, many of those who had chosen to join carried painful pasts.
Their personalities all had their flaws as well.
Whether one called them peculiar personalities or the distinct temperaments of the strong, it was all the same.
In short, Lord Fu Zhang might also have a tragic past he could not bear to recall.
Cold sweat immediately poured down Fu Zeyu's face.
If Lord Fu Zhang lost control under the stimulation of the Anomaly Mirror, then the question was: could everyone present, along with all the Contract Anomalists and combat personnel at Headquarters, stop this out-of-control Executor?
Fu Zeyu's mind began racing at high speed.
Candidate after candidate flashed through his mind, only to be rejected one by one.
There had originally been one other person who could stop him, but Lord Ao Qu had gone out on a mission not long ago.