This was supposed to be his third chance in life, yet, he was already dead.
But strangely enough, his soul had yet to leave this body. This soul of his was still sticking to a dead being, and then, just as Wang Ling was about to come up with theories of his own, a light entered an eye.
'I have recovered one my vision?' he had no clue what the hell was happening.
But he saw it, a burning building with dozens of dead bodies littering while some more were kneeling on the floor.
Processing the information of the memory, Wang Ling slowly understood his situation and who this man was.
Lucius Vyasa was a no named youth whose only wish was to become a [Wayfinder].
A young man whose talent was mediocre, yet hardworking and diligent, he smiled at the face of troubles, all for the sake of giving his younger brother a brighter future.