"Valen?" I called out his name in a rough voice.
"Haha, as perceptive as ever." He smiled.
"But how…? How could such a thing happen?" I thought out loud.
My party members were just as shocked.
"So, which floor is this?" Valen asked while keeping that jolly smile on his face.
"Oh, so you know that we're inside the dungeon, yeah, it's obvious you would..." I trailed off.
I had different thoughts as to why this type of reincarnation has happened. He died, and I was there, spectating when his head was severed. The gushing blood is still as vivid as ever whenever I think back to that moment.
I speculated that the dungeon may have tinkered with his memories, and made him think that this is the real, outside world while also maintaining some of his memories.
"We shouldn't stay here too long, put over your cape and let's get back in, I have a place to stay in."
"Okay, I am grateful for everything."
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