Chapter 972: Chapter 716: The New World
Sticky and obstructed.
It felt as though his entire soul had sunk into a swamp. His consciousness gradually returned, but Roger found himself unable to control his body.
He struggled for a long ti, yet could only sense a vast emptiness.
It felt as if his body and soul had been cleaved apart. He had lost control of his physical form, his solitary soul suspended mid-air. Without the diation of a body, his perception was suppressed to an extrely low degree.
In the void, to prevent his true goal from being discovered, Roger risked devouring the massive arm and chaotic eyeball that reappeared before him.
But it was clear that the Shadow Gate’s capacity was not infinite. Devouring twice in such rapid succession far exceeded its limits and Roger’s own endurance.
Coupled with the spatial chaos caused by the temporary coordinate shift, his body and soul were nearly torn apart in an instant.
Amid this violent cleaving, Roger succeeded in destroying his enemy but paid a devastating price in return.
His soul was nearly shredded into fragnts, and the ruptured space inflicted severe wounds on his physical body.
Leaping endlessly through space, Roger was like a headless fly. Initially, he was still able to use the power of the Eye of Truth to evade certain dangers.
And to eliminate certain worlds that were utterly useless to him.
However, as his injuries worsened and the chaotic energy disrupted him further, he completely lost the initiative and could only avoid peril as best he could.
Until, after one particular jump, a strange world ca into view. Before Roger could examine it in detail—
A flash of white light swept across, robbing him of all consciousness. He didn’t know how long had passed before he regained a sense of self-existence. But this awareness was confined to his soul; his physical senses remained completely out of reach.
He focused his will, attempting to reclaim control of his body through the infiltration of his soul. Even if all that remained was a single head, as long as he had sufficient vitality, Roger believed he could quickly recover to his peak strength.
Within the confines of his inner world, ti’s flow was imperceptible. Roger had no idea how much ti had passed before he gradually began to sense the acquisition of a new body.
Like the birth of the first spark in the world, his soul expanded. Using this as a catalyst, Roger’s consciousness enveloped the entirety of his physical form.
“Mr. Henrik is still quite handso…”
A faint female voice reached his ears. The volu was low, the tone gentle. Just from her voice, one could easily imagine a graceful yet bashful young woman.
“Henrik?”
Roger froze slightly. “I’ve returned to Kaer Morhen?!”
He felt genuinely surprised. After a stroke of blind luck, he’d managed to return to his original world and be found by Henrik and the others…
This had to be a one-in-a-billion chance.
“Hmm? Wait!”
“This language…”
Only now did Roger realize that the gentle-voiced woman was speaking in a language he did not recognize.
Yet strangely, he experienced no difficulty understanding. It felt as though he had mastered this language and been fluent in it for decades.
“So what if he’s handso?” another voice chid in.
“This is the new world now. Those rotten aristocrats will be replaced by a new class!” Even though the voice was hushed, Roger could still sense the fervor within it.
“The era is changing. Each day is brand new. And Mr. Henrik? He has none of the rits of those stuffy old nobles but has perfectly inherited all their arrogance and rigidity.”
“Shut up, Annie!” the gentle voice interrupted in reprimand.
“The Anglu family has treated us decently, and although Mr. Henrik can be clumsy at tis, he’s mostly tolerable. As long as we don’t consent, he would never force us under any circumstances.”
“Just from this aspect alone, he’s much better than those so-called gentlen.”
“Fine, fine, Emily, I know you’ve got a tiny crush on Mr. Henrik, but don’t waste your affections or innocence. Look at that low-cut neckline of yours; you’d be better off finding a gentleman willing to lavish you with riches…”
The woman, addressed as Annie, spoke teasingly as if she were lightly flirting with Emily, drawing an exclamation from the latter.
“Nothing of the sort!” Emily retorted.
“As for Mr. Henrik’s future, Miss Chloe has already made arrangents.”
Upon ntioning Chloe, for reasons Roger couldn’t fathom, the emotional tone between the two won seed to shift. Their voices gradually faded until they vanished altogether.
“Henrik…”
Roger adjusted the state of his soul while contemplating his current situation.
“What’s going on?”
“A misunderstanding? Is it possible that my current appearance bears an uncanny resemblance to this Henrik guy from here?”
However, he quickly discarded the thought. As long as he could regain control over his body and fully awaken, Roger would imdiately begin healing his injuries and leave without delay.
Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not simply didn’t matter.
After recovering, he still needed to find his way ho—a task exponentially harder than it had been in Erode.
In his private space, where ti had no tangible aning, Roger could only gauge the passage of ti through the occasional conversations between Emily and that Annie.
However, their exchanges primarily consisted of the kinds of secrets shared among young won, rarely touching upon the nature of this world.
This was entirely understandable. No matter where one was, casual friends tended to talk more about their personal experiences and gossip.
Few people would have formal discussions about the world’s broader context.
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