Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Leonard is free, unrestrained, and carefree, but he has amazing talent that makes him stand out from the crowd.

He must have some secret backstage, but this backstage is also supporting him in an invisible corner without leaking a drop of water. People's limited cognition cannot even understand what is protecting him from the wind and rain. So Leonard under the spotlight floated past all the struggling people in the world, smoothly and cleanly.

He is like a mirror that should not exist, allowing the world to see their own endless ugliness in him. The servile see their low self-esteem of smiling and kissing their boss's shoes while being scolded, the clumsy see their ridiculous efforts that cannot reach the score even after working day and night, the wandering see their own insoluble poverty of having no place to live and no power to change...

No, he also had "sufferings": being suppressed by his superiors, being retaliated by criminals, being counterattacked by his targets...

But these are just "sufferings" in David's own eyes. He also wants to convince himself with this argument, but at the same time he thoroughly realizes that for Leonard, these are not "sufferings" but he doesn't care at all.

Don’t care about the lows, don’t care about the good times, don’t care about ridicule, don’t care about glory, don’t care about anything, don’t care about anyone…

He is like an empty shell wound up, walking on an invisible track, far away from everything in this city, and naturally denying everything people insist on, making everyone who knows him feel ashamed.

"Leonard Mitchell!"

Between the protruding spikes and bursting pustules, countless twisted mouths on the rooftop were shouting.

“Do you really exist in this world?

"Why can you get this position so easily? Why can you get the money you want so easily? Why can you get things that others want so easily, but you don't care about them at all? Even if you are about to die, you can still recite such poems without changing your expression!

"Are you laughing at me, laughing at the fact that all the suffering I've been through is not worth it, all my pursuits are in vain, and laughing at me as a meaningless and ridiculous clown!"

The blood-red glow suddenly intensified once again, and the chaotic and evil pollution severely impacted Leonard's spirituality. He kept silent about the accusation of the fusion monster, but only seriously resisted the dual attack of spirit and physical.

But under the strong erosion of pollution, Leonard was somewhat overwhelmed. The huge spiritual consumption made him a little shaken. It seemed that some white, paper-like lines crawled up his shoes, indicating that the mutation of [Sameness] was eyeing him covetously.

But the more silent Leonard was, the more the fusion monster's spirit collapsed.

“Look, there is nothing in this city that you care about, let alone anyone you care about! Colleagues, passers-by, family members…all those who are enthusiastic about you will never get a response from you!

“People who treat you well won’t get your smile, those who chase you won’t get your glance back, and even those who abuse you won’t get a response!”

"You're just a shell! A zombie! A ghost!"

"Even that Geraldine Lightning! Haha! That pathetic little reporter, as your assistant, worked tirelessly behind you for several years. She almost died at the hands of others many times, and she almost died at my hands many times. She went in and out of the hospital many times over the years, but in the end, she still didn't get even a little bit of your care!

"Even the video of her being kidnapped was sent to you, and you were not willing to spend time saving her! Hahahaha!

"Leonard Mitchell! Do you still have a heart?"

The crude sickle smashed a big mouth on the ground, and then a huge flesh thorn attacked Leonard, which was grabbed by him.

"I have some new news for you. Geraldine has escaped from your restraints after falling into a coma and waking up again."

Leonard was excited by the latest progress brought back by Ling, and he chopped the spikes into pieces.

Just as David cursed, his nonsense did not receive any response from Leonard, just like a stone thrown into a salt lake, fallen leaves floating on the grass, and his complex and chaotic repressed words seemed to be shouted into a valley without an echo.

Leonard, immersed in peace and tranquility, would not be shaken by such words. He admitted that David's accusation was true. Even after waking up, Leonard felt that everything about his past self was hazy, illusory and empty, and he was simply a soul that deserved to die.

But he had to admit that now he really cared about the little follower who had been following him stubbornly for so many years, the old grandfather who had been cooking for him for so many years without getting impatient, the wandering magician who had lost his identity and was clinging to him and wouldn't leave, and he even cared a little about this colleague who had a slight intersection with him.

Leonard didn't know how to respond to these words, nor would he respond, let alone any anger or resentment. All that was left in his heart was peace. Over the years, countless colleagues, both familiar and unfamiliar, had fallen into the abyss of madness before his eyes. Today, he was just personally sending a colleague like him to a peaceful death.

In the fierce and brief confrontation, Leonard fell into a disadvantage visibly. The negative effects of the hidden David's body, the maintenance of the soul and hypnosis, etc., accelerated Leonard's spiritual exhaustion, making him feel that the huge horror pollution was about to break through his quiet defense line.

After hesitating for a moment, he staggered forward, pulled out a talisman in his hand, and shouted loudly in ancient Hermetic language.

"【Yesterday】!"

In an instant, Leonard suddenly felt that the whole noisy world had quieted down. Then, a strong feeling of falling came from behind him, and hazy and flickering images squirmed and completely covered his field of vision.

At this moment, Leonard even felt that he had uncontrollably fallen into something like the fog of history, but he was unable to escape this anomaly. The psychedelic colors swallowed him like a whirlpool, but every part of the whirlpool that was imprinted with memory and history was twitching, as if he couldn't figure out whether it was presenting an accepted lie or a concealed truth.

Finally, in the chaos of history, a twisted force rushed out from the depths of the vortex, and was immersed in madness in the contradiction between truth and falsehood. It screamed from bottom to top, bit the falling Leonard, and then jumped out of the fog!

The dazzling light was fleeting, and the strange spell disappeared. What followed was a silence that suppressed the entire scene. A huge, oppressive figure appeared silently on the rooftop. Eight giant claws slowly moved forward, stepping on the evil blood-colored light under their feet one by one.

The demon wolf opened its green eyes, with crazy flames burning in its pupils.