Chapter 58: Searching for the Forgotten World

The casino lights still flickered, but for Lin Han, reality itself had stopped making sense.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat an unbearable weight. Ah Rong was gone—not just dead, but erased.

And the worst part?

Noya had forgotten him.

P01 sat at the table, lazily flipping a card between his fingers, his smirk never fading.

"You want to bring him back, don't you?"

Lin Han's eyes were cold, his fists clenched. "If I was 'forgotten' too, would the world erase me?"

P01 exhaled in amusement, lifting a single finger. The air rippled, golden symbols forming in front of him, spelling out a single sentence—

"The world corrects all anomalies."

Lin Han's pulse quickened.

"But you're still here." P01's smirk deepened. "Which means, you're still an uncorrected variable."

Noya suddenly let out a soft gasp, her hands gripping her head. "No… this isn't right… why do I feel like I've lost something?"

She looked pained, like something had been forcefully ripped from her mind, yet she couldn't grasp what it was.

Lin Han's eyes widened in realization.

Her subconscious was fighting the erasure.

Maybe… Ah Rong wasn't completely gone.

"I'm going to bring him back." Lin Han's voice was steady.

P01 raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? Are you sure?"

"Do you even know why the world erased him?"

Lin Han's fists tightened. P01 was testing him.

But he didn't care. "I don't care about the reason. I just know he shouldn't have disappeared."

P01 chuckled softly, then stood up, flicking his wrist.

The casino doors swung open with a heavy thud.

But outside…

There was no city. No sky. No buildings.

Beyond the doors lay a vast void, lines of golden light crisscrossing like the exposed veins of reality itself.

Noya's breath hitched. "What… what is that?"

P01's gaze flickered toward Lin Han. "That, my friend, is the 'Edge of the World.'"

"If you want to retrieve someone the world has erased… you'll have to step into it."

Lin Han narrowed his eyes. "Where does it lead?"

P01's smile was cryptic. "To everything the world has ever forgotten."

"Erased timelines. Deleted fates. The things that should never have existed."

"Once you step inside, there's no turning back."

Lin Han took a deep breath, his heartbeat steady.

This wasn't just a decision.

It was a gamble.

If he stepped through, he might never return.

But if he didn't… Ah Rong would be gone forever.

Noya's voice was quiet, trembling. "Lin Han… are you really going to do this?"

Her eyes held uncertainty—fear. But deep inside, there was something else.

A flicker of recognition.

As if, somewhere in her heart, she knew someone was missing.

Lin Han reached out, gently taking her wrist. Her skin was cold to the touch.

"I have to."

Noya's breath caught in her throat, but she didn't stop him.

P01 chuckled. "Brave."

With a single motion, he lifted his hand.

The swirling vortex in the void twisted, expanding into a gateway.

Lin Han didn't hesitate.

He stepped inside.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

A powerful force yanked him through nothingness, pulling him into an endless abyss.

Then, he saw light.

Dim, fractured light—as if reality itself was cracked.

Lin Han's eyes snapped open.

He stood in the middle of a strange street.

It looked like Kuala Lumpur, but… it wasn't.

Neon lights hovered in midair, flickering like broken code.

People's shadows moved in reverse, their feet not touching the ground.

The sky was gray, the sunlight twisted and muted, as if the world was dying.

"Where… am I?" Lin Han murmured.

"You are in the 'Reality That Never Was.'"

Lin Han spun around.

But P01 and Noya were gone.

He was alone.

Lin Han's chest rose and fell sharply.

He scanned the streets.

Here and there, faint, blurry figures wandered aimlessly—but their faces were… wrong.

They weren't clear.

Like static on an old television screen.

Lin Han's stomach twisted.

He stepped forward, reaching out to one of the figures—but his hand passed right through them, like smoke.

They weren't ghosts.

They were people who had been erased.

Lin Han clenched his fists. "If these people are here… then Ah Rong must be, too."

A gust of cold wind blew through the empty streets.

Lin Han turned, and in the distance, he saw it—

A ruined version of Genting Casino.

Its walls were crumbling, its once-golden lights flickering weakly, like a dying heartbeat.

His pulse pounded.

If there were answers, they were there.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward—

And walked toward the final gamble.