My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains [part 2 ]

Chapter 146: Practical Exam (3)

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The scene from a while ago kept replaying in my head.

'...She definitely said 'Long time no see'.'

I reflected on the last words Chancellor Sullivan left me.

No, seriously, where and when have I ever met her? I couldn't remember anything.

At the very least, since I had come to this world, I hadn't even seen her face, let alone acquainted myself with her.

[Maybe you met her when you were young?]

Suddenly, such words flew out from Soul Linker.

'What?'

[Like, you met her before and you forgot.]

'...There's no way that's the case.'

I mean, Sullivan was one of the most important characters in the main scenario. If I had ever met someone like that, there was no way I wouldn't remember her.

And it was even more so when 'complex emotions' was involved in it.

"..."

'Wait, now that I think about it, fuck you.'

'Are you trying to tell me that I'm a piece of shit who didn't even remember the woman I cuffed in the past?'

[Now, you're just being paranoid.]

'...'

[You're right though.]

Motherfucker.

"..."

Actually, that was still a possibility.

Maybe I really met her in the past and I just didn't remember.

After all, there was a 'blank period of time'.

If I recall correctly, I entered the world of Savior Rising and became 'Dowd Campbell' when the original body was seven years old.

As for the memories before that, well...

'...Due to some circumstances, my memories before I was seven are a bit vague.'

[Well, that settles it, back then—]

'That should be impossible though.'

According to what Father said, I was so unbelievably weak that he almost gave up on my survival at that age.

It wasn't merely on the level of being unwell, he said that I was practically in a vegetative state, my body was the only thing that was alive.

I never opened my eyes nor spoke, I barely clung to my life, basically I was a lump of meat that was only able to breathe.

No matter how skilled the physician he brought, or what medicine he used on me, it didn't fix me anything.

When I was seven, I miraculously recovered, becoming somewhat mobile.

There was no way I interacted with someone with me being in that kind of state back then.

[Your parents must have had a hard time, huh?]

'Father did, yes.'

[...Huh? What about your mother?]

'...'

When he saw me sighing without giving him a proper answer, Caliban shut his mouth.

He looked taken aback, but I really didn't want to talk about that person.