Just because you can’t explain it, doesn’t make it a miracle. Something like that happened to Aaron, an introverted youth, who expected to live a normal, boring life. But it took a little for the expectation to go wrong. Who knew he would transmigrate into his favourite Web novel, Forbidden Realms?

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A: The specifics are unknown. She was on a trip to Manas along with her son, Scar, but an organised assault transpired on them, where Scar accidentally killed her. 


"What are you intending, Althan?" I asked in a level tone. "Don’t do something on the spur of the moment… something you will regret." There are many ways to divine something, and Althan, as an apprentice, should know that, too. 


Althan smiled and sheathed the sword, but did not let go of it. He approached me again with my sheathed sword. Without warning, he shoved the sheathed sword into my gut, holding back nothing. 


I coughed out another chunk of blood as the cold snow hit my face—not the least bit soothing. The blizzard was rising every moment, but the noble son's revenge worried me the most. 


Even if he didn’t murder me, which I’m certain he wouldn't, will he leave me at the state to continue on with my tasks? 


Chapter 43: Blood on Arms (1)