'What the heck is the meaning of this?!'
After darkness shrouded Lucien's vision, he braced himself for yet another mysterious journey into the unknown. But to his surprise, when his sight was restored, he discovered himself standing in a place that felt strangely familiar—it was his own room, or to be precise, the room belonged to the original Lucien.
Lucien was shocked, his mind churning with disbelief. 'Did I just return?' he mused in astonishment. He had an irresistible urge to scratch his face, hoping it would confirm his return to reality. However, just like before, he found himself unable to move or speak, trapped in his current state.
'Huh? I'm still stuck in this person's body?' Lucien wondered, his confusion growing.
Suddenly, Lucien felt his face being lifted, and his gaze met the mirror, reflecting his own face.
'I really did return, didn't I? Then why does this body refuse to comply?'
