"You mean Lucky?"
"Rob Lucci? That's just one of his many identities."
"Who is he really? No, what's your true purpose?"
Vadim couldn't help but ask.
He had felt that the world was filled with oddities since a few days ago.
The modified rules, the setting that you can't continue to attack someone once they've fallen, and then the phantom of the year 2141.
Lie Ge, Dargon—why did he even know these people?
Vadim didn't like this feeling—even as Little Mice, he hoped to at least be an aware Little Mice; if he was to die somewhere one day, he wanted to be a spirit that died in the know.
Meanwhile, he had a strong premonition that what was happening had nothing to do with the death of the founder of Kolo Film Industry or the internal strife; he was entangled in another event altogether.
