Lamont stood on the deserted street.
How does a person, who could've instinctively understood his surroundings, feel when he suddenly must perceive the world through human senses alone?
Just like any ordinary person who has lost his arms, eyes and ears.
But at least he still had his legs.
He stood back up on the ground.
Although he was beyond harm's reach now, that was exactly how it was supposed to be.
If he did not have to take any risks for his goals, could he truly have everything he desired?
What he desperately wanted was precisely what was beyond his control.
Standing on the street, Lamont felt like he had returned to decades ago.
Back when he had just acquired this ability, he was merely a disgruntled ordinary worker who stumbled upon a strange wish-granting elf. His request was simple.
He wanted no one to insult or belittle him.
The diminutive black elf nodded, then gave him an eyeball.
An eye that could see the past and the future.
