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Klein closed his eyes, pressed his fingers to his temples, and frowned.
His other hand held the "record" created from his memories, which was playing a documentary titled "Me" inside his mind.
Extracting his memories did not require Klein to recall every last detail of everything he had experienced. This was a Beyonder ability, after all, and the Outer Deity had seemingly done nothing before handing him the finished product.
But when he tried to remember, he realized that extracting the memories really was the easiest part. The true difficulty lay in accepting his past self.
When he saw the small city where he had been born and raised again, Klein actually found it unfamiliar. For a moment, he truly felt as though he had just awakened from a dream, believing he had left the mortal world, that all this was merely a fantasy dreamed in an exhausted sleep after too much overtime, and that he could never find his way home again.
He himself had almost forgotten what "Zhou Mingrui" and the original "Klein" had been like, even though only two years had passed.
They were so different from who he was now. They were naive, weak, ignorant, and fearless, to the point that Klein felt a little irritated. When he saw Zhou Mingrui casually buy that ancient book connected to the Celestial Worthy-the source of all his troubles-from a street stall, then take it home and toss it aside without a care, Klein had to take two deep breaths to calm himself. When he then saw Klein Moretti, who was not even a Beyonder yet, audaciously draw in the Tarot Club's first two members and call himself "the Fool," he could do nothing but sigh heavily.
He tried to understand his past self. It was difficult at