...
Leonard Churchill felt the world spinning around him.
But having experienced it once before, he was quite familiar with the feeling.
And this time, it was much easier.
His vision gradually focused as he looked around at his surroundings and murmured to himself, "Have I returned?"
This was the same small private room in the Flood Gang as before.
The Storage Ring, Clown mask, Spell Clay Pot...
All his belongings were by his side.
It was as if he had never left, as if he had just had a long dream.
But upon checking, he noticed the Ring of God Stealer wasn't brought over, and the Blood Plague still hung on the panel.
This also reminded him that he truly had traveled through an out-of-control situation.
A torrent of thoughts flooded his mind.
The memories of parting had just occurred moments ago for Leonard.
But for that girl, a hundred years had passed.
