Turning Point

After a long while, Su Ming closed his eyes once again to cover the dejected look in his eyes. In the midst of his loneliness, he sensed that the warmth from the second God of Berserkers’ left hand was the same as the sensation from the coarse hand touching the forehead in his memories.

It was as if he had returned to that palace that had existed many years ago, returned to the little warmth he had felt in that dark world.

"Perhaps Destiny truly exists in this world…" Su Ming mumbled.

The second God of Berserkers’ left hand, the caress in the past, the touch this day, all of these things seemed like a circle. He had found the start of it all, and also found the end.

‘Perhaps this is how memories really are… Once you find the end, you will also find the start… Is… this Life?’ Su Ming closed his eyes, and pain appeared on his face.