It had been half a month since the first day Leonardo woke up, he could already walk and talk normally.
However his body was very weak, his whole body as thin as a stick, walking a stretch of road he had to stop to pant. Even so he could still grasp the situation of the Crimson tribe, his mood rising with an awe mixed with complexity.
The structure of this tribe he felt extremely familiar with, but also felt a bit strange. When his soul left his body, he had been to a world quite like this, but not as spacious and prosperous as this. Throughout the time fleeing in the underground sewers, he always wished there would be a day he could walk proudly under the sunlight, stay in those clean elevated houses, eat those fragrantly mouth-watering dishes.
Now that dream had come true, Leonardo felt a bit unreal.
"Oh, ruined again. In the end what must be done to be correct?"
