"Let me see him."

Morian, lying on the bed, gasped heavily, held her body and leaned against the head of the bed, her tone was a little weak, but her eyes looked at Green with a bit of expectation and gentleness.

Green stared quietly at the man in front of him, his brown amber-like eyes with a little curiosity.

Danson glanced at Green in his arms silently and handed him to Morian.

"Thank you for the gift from God, son, I am your mother, Molian, that is your father, Duke of Dansentor of Valland."

Green in his arms looked up at the woman in front of him, trying hard to listen to the other party's words. The worries and fears in his eyes gradually faded away, calmed down, his eyes slowly became softer, and he smiled at her.

"Dansen, have you thought of a name for our son?"

Morian turned his eyes to him and spoke softly.

"Offi, Offithor. I hope he grows up and becomes a reliable man, like his father."

"To celebrate the birth of Mr. Orphee, I, Kennedy, would give him this magical item."

As he said that, the man in gray robe who was standing beside him took out an exquisite golden magic chain.

"This is too expensive." Danson smiled, but his right hand, wearing silver armor, honestly snatched it over.

Kennedy's face twitched a few times, and his eyes looked at it with some reluctance.

After putting on the magic chain around his neck, Green felt much better and was no longer so depressed.

"Good stuff," Green smiled.

"It seems that Little Orphee is very satisfied." Danson touched his sexy beard and smiled heartily.

"I'm very honored."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Danson, I have something to deal with."

After receiving the message through a mysterious way, Kennedy gave a gift, his figure hid in the dark again.

"Please forgive me for being in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare a gift. Mr. Orphe, please don't be angry. Now, please allow me to check your body."

After saying that, the doctor walked up to the gold-framed glasses in a brown coat. He quietly looked at the quiet little guy, took out the medical instruments from the suitcase he carried with him, put them on Green and took out paper and pen to record.

"It's very healthy," a few minutes later, the doctor handed the report to the legendary bloody, cold-hearted great lord Danson Thor.

"Very good, you can go back."

Danson waved his hand, but his eyes remained on the last line of words on the paper...

"The mental power is slightly stronger than that of adults..."

When he looked at Green again, the other party fell asleep for no reason.

"Offi. Thor?" Green said the name, and the confusion in his eyes gradually turned to firmness.

"One day, I will find my memories."

Before he could continue to observe the small room, the feeling of fatigue from his body came again, making him unable to help but fall asleep.

...

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back to the dark and narrow tunnel.

He thought he was reincarnated, but soon he found that his face and body were still as big as an adult, without any change.

"Yes, you just stay in that body, the original soul is just falling asleep, but one day he will wake up, and what about you?"

"The result of the existence of two souls in one body may cause mental confusion, or even forgetting more, becoming dementia."

As if feeling Green's confusion, Zero appeared in front of him and explained.

"What about this place? Where is this place? Why did you send me back?"

Green, who quickly understood the nature of the problem, asked quickly.

"Is it because of the essence of the soul, or because of something else?"

Zero did not return immediately, a little surprised by his ability to accept quickly.

"Here, this is the death tunnel, a node leading to another world area."

"Node?" Green looked at Zero with a little puzzled look.

“It’s like a stop.”

"Only by constantly exploring can you keep getting stronger, and only in this way can you find the key to open your memory."

“There’s not much time.”

Zero looked at Green with a bit of inexplicable color, and his mouth cracked and smiled.

"Hey? Hey, you just left?"

Green was a little annoyed.

He looked around at the house he had been to last time, his eyes swept over the strange drawings crawling on the ground and the three remains depicted on the wall.

"From now on, I'm Offi Thor, haha, I believe this is only temporary. One day I will find my memories and go back to the past."

Green, no, Orphey shouted in his heart.

After cheering himself up, he turned around and looked at the black mist.

"Are you ready?" A voice suddenly came from my ears.

"Well, I'm ready."

Orphee forced a smile, walked into the black fog and let the other party wrap him around.

The cold touch made him tremble. He was so uncomfortable that he suppressed the urge to withdraw and leave.

After approaching the black fog, what caught my eye was the iron and stone steps leading up to the top.

Unknown black liquid flows on the walls on both sides, and the mucus emits a unique fragrance to create a desire to swallow.

"If you don't want to become a monster, don't try to eat it, or watch it, because even if you look at it for a long time, you will be paralyzed."

As if he knew what Orphee was thinking, he spoke coldly and reminded him.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Orphe came to his senses, with anger on his face, not knowing whether he was angry with his ignorance or reading his own thinking freely.

"You wrote everything on your face."

Zero shook his head, a little disappointed with him.

Soon, the two finished the journey during the chat, and Orphe also learned some basic information about it from each other.

The endless marble plane, drawn with black spells, finally gathered into a huge magic circle symbol.

And in the place covered by black fog, there is a place that is isolated...

It was a black iron tower hundreds of meters high. The strange and evil aura overflowed from it, and it became rich and continued to spread black mist out like a substance.

Zero, who was walking in front, stopped at some point and quietly stared at the tall hell tower standing by the clouds in front of him.

"Be careful for a while, because of the rules of balance, I can't help you. Remember, if you die, you really die, and you will never be resurrected this time."

Suddenly, Zero turned around and looked at Orphee, who was opening his mouth wide, reminding him in an extremely serious tone.

"Oh, hey? You just left..."

Before Orphe could react, Zero returned to his body again, and no matter how he shouted, he did not appear again.

"This is too irresponsible," Orphe murmured in a low voice.

He walked alone on the vast platform leading to the Hell Tower. The closer he got, the more he could feel the evil coming from it, and the more intense the suppressed aura.

And he can only accept...

When he came to it, he found a rust gate leading to the inside.

It seemed like it had not been opened for many years, and it seemed like I had been waiting for this moment. When Orphee's hand touched, the sharpness of rust streaked across his palm. Before he could react, a heart-wrenching pain hit him.

The doors on both sides slowly opened, and a nearly murmur sound rang in his ears.

"Welcome to your arrival, a new challenger..."

When the sound fell, the unprepared Orphe had already arrived at the first floor of the Hell Tower.

On both sides are skulls of various creatures, and oil lamps that never extinguish and burn on them are lit on them.

"Only those who survive have the right to continue..."

"You can choose to continue the challenge, or you can take the reward and leave at any time."

As soon as the words finished, a strange howling sounded from the depths of the darkness.

Orphe looked around and found that there was no tone, so he had to stretch out his fist without confidence and looked around with a nervous look on his face.

The tall zombie with an ugly appearance trampled on the ground, as if she could smell the breath of a living person. Its sharp mouth curled up its long thorny tongue, and thick saliva fell on the stone slab.

Like Orphe, the zombie doesn't have any weapons, but for it... that's enough.

When Orphe saw his opponent clearly, his eyes were a little nervous. Because of the loss of memory, he did not immediately recognize the famous creature, as well as the other party's fatal weakness and head.

The tall zombie did not take action immediately, and looked at its opponent quietly as if it was wise. It waited until Orphee was restless before it mocked it in a hoarse voice.
To be continued...