Who Am I

Who was that guy?

Wolund was absolutely certain—the one occupying Mian's body right now was definitely not the young man he knew.

What chilled him even more was the oppressive aura radiating from the other party, which was so dense it almost felt tangible. Aside from facing Aina, Wolund had never felt this way from anyone else.

"Ugh—" a hoarse gasp squeezed out of "Mian's" throat, which then turned into uncontrollable low chuckles.

"Ugh-ha—"

"Ugh-hahaha!—"

He suddenly threw his head back and burst into a fit of manic laughter. The sound echoed through the ruins, carrying the catharsis of something breaking out of a cage.

He took a deep breath, as if even the air was filled with a sweet fragrance. "How refreshing, a living body of flesh and blood... After spending a thousand years in that hellhole of the Spirit Realm, it's been a long time since I felt this comfortable."

"Mian" landed lightly on the ground, his feet stepping on the scorched earth, and hopped casually a couple of times. He opened his arms and stretched his limbs, every joint emitting faint popping sounds, as if he were adapting to this newborn vessel.

Although not a qualified warrior, the physical constitution was decent enough, and very young. He was quite satisfied with this body.

"Thank you so much, Enlaisi."

"Mian" looked at Enlaisi, who was bound by flames to the side, and grinned with a hint of contempt.

"What about what you promised me?" Enlaisi's lips trembled, his forced composure having long crumbled, his voice carrying an unhideable urgency. "When will you resurrect her?"

"Don't be in such a rush. You have to let me finish dealing with the matters here first."

A pillar of fire suddenly surged upward, the explosive flames instantly swallowing "Mian's" figure. Wolund had launched an attack without warning; he couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

The flames receded, but "Mian's" figure remained completely unharmed, not even a corner of his clothes scorched.

"The magic power of an entire magic stone vein... truly extraordinary."

"Mian" slightly clenched his fist, and a faint popping sound immediately echoed in the air, as if space itself could not bear the power gathered in that fist. "What a delightful gift."

Boom—

A massive rumbling sound came from below.

Wolund's expression changed. That was the sound of the underground mineral vein of Olifando completely collapsing. And the torrent of magic power surging from that giant magic circle was decaying and drying up at a visible rate.

How is that possible? In just this short amount of time, the magic power of the magic stone vein had actually been completely absorbed by this guy?

Wolund could feel that the magic power on the other party's body was already dense to an unimaginable degree, condensing into an invisible barrier outside his skin, which was why his attack just now had achieved absolutely nothing.

"Who are you!" Wolund gripped his staff tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white, staring intently at the "Mian" before him.

Inside this guy's body... was definitely not an ordinary human. Wolund couldn't even begin to imagine how he had managed to compress such a massive amount of magic power entirely into a human shell.

"My name? I've somewhat forgotten it..."

Hearing this, "Mian" actually revealed a thoughtful expression, his brows furrowed tightly, as if struggling to search through long and chaotic memories.

Wolund did not let this opportunity pass. Several sun-wheel fireballs condensed around him and smashed toward the unknown entity.

"Mian" reached out, as if taking an apple handed over by an acquaintance, and caught the fire that could instantly vaporize steel barehanded.

He didn't actually take a bite. Squeezing forcefully with his hand, the fireball violently exploded. A furious wave of flames instantly swallowed the space within a dozen meters, the hot wind scorching everything.

Wolund grabbed Enlaisi, who was still standing there dazed, and rapidly retreated backward.

"I'm really sorry, I can't answer your question right now. After all, it's been too long."

An understated voice sounded behind Wolund.

Wolund was startled. The next moment, an irresistible, massive force slammed into Wolund's back, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into the nearby rubble, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The headmaster of Olifando, an expert who already stood at the pinnacle of humanity, still lost in a single move against this guy.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Wolund slowly got up from the ruins, intense pain coming from his entire body... The last time he felt like this was when he sparred with Mida and was slapped into the snow by one of Mida's claws.

This was not an opponent he could handle.

Wolund did not linger to fight. Before the dust even settled, he quickly left the spot.

"Headmaster Wolund!"

Seeing Wolund come out, the rest of the mages immediately gathered around.

"Retreat for now," Wolund decided promptly. "Immediately assemble and set up a large-scale magic circle to surround this place. That guy is not someone ordinary people can deal with."

"Yes."

...

Inside the ruins.

"Ah... right, the Goddess, where is the Goddess? Hurry up and come out to explain, what exactly is the situation now?"

"Mian" looked around with some irritation, as if searching for something, then looked at the pale-faced Enlaisi beside him. "Do you know? How is that Goddess doing now?"

"Lady Goddess...?" Enlaisi was slightly taken aback and answered subconsciously, "According to the people of the Goddess Church, she hasn't left an oracle in hundreds of years..."

"What is this? I was clearly dead, yet that woman inexplicably took my soul and threw me into another world for so long... I finally managed to find my way back, and now she's playing hide-and-seek?"

This person... actually knows the Goddess?

"Hey, then do you know who I am?"

"Mian" suddenly pointed at his own face and asked Enlaisi, "You were the one who resurrected me. Do you know my identity?"

What is this guy talking about? Has he even forgotten who he is?

"The Hero?" Enlaisi said uncertainly. "What is your relationship with the Hero?"

After all, when this guy first approached him, it was under the identity of the Hero, although Enlaisi had never believed it.

"Of course I'm not the Hero. That identity was just convenient for me to use to trick those fools into working for me... Wait, why did I impersonate the Hero? Did I? Do I have a relationship with the Hero..."

"Mian" began to mutter to himself, falling into an even deeper state of confusion.

Enlaisi felt it was utterly absurd. The other party was actually like a newborn baby, knowing nothing, and was now actually discussing his true identity with him.

"Damn it, I really can't remember... Right, is the Hero still alive? Take me to find him."

Enlaisi replied, "The Hero was only a human. He passed away a long time ago."

"Human... Vampire... Human..."

"Mian" tapped his own head lightly, frowning deeply.

"Who was I again?"