Chapter 227: Game One (7)
Knowing that he was the shadow wasn’t exactly terrifying, but the thought of that shadow being related to his second life was. If the shadow was indeed referring to himself, then that only meant he was already related to this life earlier on and didn’t remember it.
Arren shook his head, no, was it really possible? His brows knitted against each other as he kept his thoughts running. After a while, he again froze as another guess dawned on him.
This time, the change in his expression was already visible in his eyes. If the shadow being himself didn’t make sense to him, then was that shadow... the real Arren?
Subconsciously, Arren gripped his pants because of the emotion that suddenly washed over him. Ever since, Arren has never questioned his reincarnation or where the real Arren was. Perhaps it was because he had already lived as Arren since day 1, not unlike the other transmigrators in the novels who transmigrated halfway and not since their childhood.
Only recently did Arren often think of the real Arren if he hadn’t transmigrated in the novel. He also became horrified because of Spade’s sudden vision whenever he looked at him.
Now, if the shadow was indeed the real Arren, what if the vivid memories were also Arren’s memories? All at once, it made more sense to him.
While Arren was having a battle on his mind, Ms. M’s eyes were still fixed on him, and she observed his expression. Arren couldn’t hide the shock and complication on his face, and Ms. M easily understood how much his confusion was already turning into fear and could lead to the omega losing sight of what he was supposed to discover within himself.
"Young Master," Ms. M knew she had to interrupt Arren’s thoughts while also muttering worriedly inside how this was going to be a tough one.
It wasn’t visible on the surface, but Arren’s defenses in his deepest subconscious were by far the strongest she encountered. Even without reading his mind and only scrutinizing the omega’s expression, the old woman already had an idea of how much Arren contradicted himself inside.
It was beyond the fear of facing the issue that Ms. M vaguely sensed that Arren’s reason to not accept his guesses and couldn’t help but contradict them was also from a fact that couldn’t be ignored.
At the first call, Arren seemed to be still lost in his thoughts, and Ms. M needed to repeat calling him again to wake him up. The second time, Arren blinked, and Ms. M successfully caught his attention again.