The night wind swept through the bare, empty High School Dormitory, bringing a thread of chill but stirring no warmth in Xu Yuan's memories.
Xu Yuan sat beside the bed, feeling a little bored.
Actually returning to this moment was nowhere near as wonderful as he had imagined.
At this point, he had nothing.
What people missed was only who they themselves had been.
Still, he had gained something.
After the crime boss died, someone had come to avenge him.
Well, well.
They had sent three grown men to kill a High School student.
That was beyond what he had expected.
Compared with the bullying and humiliation of middle school, this was on another level.
He was a little unused to facing such things in reality.
And yet—
If it had happened in the Three Realms, he would have accepted it without a second thought.
People in that world could fly, wield Mystic Arts, and even become Immortal Species.
It felt utterly unreal.
Part of the reason he could act so freely there was that he treated that world like a massive game.
As long as it was a game, he could let himself go.
But—
Earth was the real world.
It was not a game.
—At least, that was what he believed deep down.
That was why he had felt so constrained just now. He had taken no pleasure in what he did, merely hurried to throw them into the reservoir and be done with it. Xu Yuan closed his eyes.
No.
If he was born human but did not even dare do what he wanted, only swaggering about in a virtual world, that would be pathetic.
A person had to face the real world.
Xu Yuan sat in the darkness, thinking in silence and steadily working up his