Chaotic Memories (1)

"Where am I?"

As if waking up from a coma again, Drogo found himself in a different environment. The little girl was gone, the primeval forest was gone, and even the bones he had crushed were nowhere to be seen. If everything before was a dream, it was a pleasant dream with some flavor. But now, it was definitely a nightmare, a disgusting one.

The space around him was shrouded in a hazy reddish mist, making it impossible to see the edge. Drogo could only see a figure sitting on what seemed like a large toilet not far in front of him.

"Do people like to play with toilet seats nowadays? Huh! My wounds are healed!"

Subconsciously, Drogo wanted to take a closer look, but he suddenly realized that he had no injuries on his body. Not even a fracture, let alone any creases or stains on the clothes he was wearing.

Drogo had already walked to the side of the figure, but the red mist was so thick that he could only see the person's appearance clearly when he got closer. But what he saw was worse than not looking at all. Drogo almost vomited when he saw the sitting figure. It was clearly not a living person but a corpse, half-decayed and rotting. And he wasn't sitting on a toilet, it was obviously his lower body, a mass of bones that couldn't be recognized as anything.

"Damn it, it scared me!"

Drogo's reaction was quick enough, at this point, he didn't care about respecting the dead. He immediately kicked the figure. But as he kicked, he felt no sensation of hitting anything solid. The half-bone, half-meat guy was like a puff of smoke, scattered by Drogo's kick.

As a result, Drogo quickly realized that he had caused trouble. The bone smoke and the surrounding red mist went crazy, rushing towards Drogo's head.

"Ah--"

Along with the smoke and mist, many inexplicable things, like memories, like knowledge, suddenly appeared in Drogo's mind, causing him to scream out loud.

Drogo stood there motionless, but his mind was already a mess. He felt like a spectator watching a long movie, where a person goes through the process of birth and growth. But this person was not Drogo himself, and he didn't recognize who it was.

Drogo watched as this person gradually grew up and then entered a large school to study magic. This person was a genius, and his mastery of magic quickly surpassed everyone in the school, including his teachers.

Drogo saw this person standing opposite an old man wearing a white robe with silver edges in a magnificent palace. The old man hung a silver badge on his chest, and the young man's face, still somewhat naive, was full of honor and excitement.

The scene quickly changed, and the person had already reached middle age. The badge on his chest had turned into gold.

Drogo inexplicably knew that the badge represented a great achievement in the world of magic, that of a grand sorcerer. However, despite possessing the golden badge, the person's face no longer showed excitement and glory, but rather confusion.

Under the setting sun, the person knelt before a dilapidated altar, bowing to a purple light in front of him as if begging for something. The purple light gradually transformed and eventually revealed a strange-looking figure. Perhaps it could no longer be called a person, but a demon.

The demon laughed and reached out a hand to the kneeling person...

But at that moment, Drogo suddenly felt a headache, and when the pain subsided, the scene had changed again. It was still the same person, but now in a new form.

His body was wrapped in tattered cloth, but from the gaps in the fabric, all that could be seen were bones, without any muscle. His face, too, was like the dried bark of an old tree, shriveled and stuck to his head.

Drogo inexplicably thought of a term - necromancer.

He saw the person raise his hand, holding the golden badge that represented the grand sorcerer's glory. But as his hand trembled, the golden badge was thrown away like garbage, bouncing twice on a rock before falling into a mountain stream, never to be seen again.

Next, the scenes grew faster and the person became less and less human-like. Drogo watched as he summoned a large army of skeletons, flattened a majestic city, and killed countless people. The dead rose again, merging into the ranks of the skeletal army like zombies.

This kind of scene appeared many times, until later, he seemed bored of it. When he appeared again, it was already in a vibrant valley where a group of people lived. They had fox ears and tails but human bodies, and all of them were beautiful.