A thick and dark shadow suddenly rushed towards him. Davis raised his hands in panic to resist as his heartbeat accelerated and his eyes widened.
The light reappeared, and Davis found that he had just woken up in bed. The scene in the dream faded quickly, but what appeared in front of him in reality was even more surreal than that in the dream.
He soon knew that the place where he was lying was neither the place where he lived with his girlfriend, his old home, nor even the ward of a hospital.
The wooden roof above has rough beams, and it looks like a steeple house in rural Japan or Europe.
Davis turned his head slightly to look to his side, and a stab of pain in his muscles made him cry out in a low voice.
"Yeah, Davis is awake!"
Davis did not see whose voice it was. He only felt that the voice sounded very familiar to him, but he could not remember who it was.
"Are you okay?" Another voice sounded at the same time as footsteps indicating that both of them were walking towards him.
Davis himself did not know if he was okay. His last memory was that the iron fist swung at him, and he could not remember what had happened after that.
What is this place? Why are you here? Davis did not know anything, and what he also did not know was who were the two persons in front of him who seemed to be very close to him.
The two walked up to him. They seemed to be much younger than him, of about sixteen or seventeen years. Their appearances feels familiar to Davis, but he could not remember where he had seen them before.
Did he lose his memory because of a hit to his head? But Davis clearly remembered everything else, including being fired from the company today and told by his girlfriend that she wanted to break up. Just the environment before him and the people around him, regarding the place he was in at this moment, he clearly knew that he was familiar with it, but his memory seemed to be fogged and he could not recall anything.
He was confused for a while, but he really could not figure out his situation at that very moment, "Where is this?"
"Are you fooling with us? Can't you even recognize your own home?" Dennis grabbed Davis' head with both hands and looked left and right as if he wanted to study it carefully.
Hearing what the other had said, Davis felt even more speechless. This is his home? He knew that he must have never been here before, but he felt that this should be the truth, and the person in front of him did not seem to be teasing him.
"Are you okay?" Woody looked a little worried.
Davis felt pain all over his body. He looked at his body and found that his chest and arms were covered in bandages. He was a little surprised that his injuries were so serious.
"You idiot, you blocked all the enemy's attacks by yourself." Dennis shook his head at Davis and stopped smiling and said, "The three of us must fight together. If you do this again next time, I won’t consider you a friend anymore.”
Davis felt baffled as he listened to what the other said, but the sincerity in Dennis's words moved him.
"Can you tell me, what is this place?" Davis repeated the question he just asked, "I mean, you say this is my home, but where are we?"
"No way…" Dennis looked at Woody, who also frowned and had no idea.
"I'll go over and call for our master to come," Dennis said as he walked out of the house without stopping.
"Are you really okay?" Woody looked at Davis worriedly, "This is the village where we grew up, how could you not know?"
"I'm not teasing you, but I really can't remember." When Davis watched Dennis, he noticed that one of his arms was bandaged. Davis hesitated for a moment, then turned around and saw that one of Woody's legs was also bandaged.
Davis knew he was not the only one injured, but at the same time, he did not understand why they were all hurt. However, he did not ask about it, and just said, "I don't recognize you two, what's your name?"
Woody fell silent when he heard what Davis said. It was not that he did not believe what Davis said, he just thought that the injury had made him confused.
"My name is Woody, and the one who just went out is Dennis. The three of us grew up together in this Lion Rock Village. Don’t you remember any of this?"
This time it was Davis who was speechless because the environment in front of him clearly matched what Woody said, but his memory was completely different.
"Can you get up? How about I take you out to have a look? That should help you remember." Woody said calmly. Davis thought this suggestion was not a bad one, so he endured the pain, stood up with Woody's help, and then slowly walked towards the door.
The moment he stepped out of the house, Davis was once again in disbelief. The small village in front of him looked exactly like the typical scenes of the RPG games he used to play when he was a child. But when he thought about it, the fog in his mind seemed to grow thicker.
The village consists of more than a dozen medieval European-styled houses. There is a small river running through it, and a small wooden bridge connecting the land on both sides. Each house is surrounded by a small lawn, and the heavily trodden paths reveal light yellow solid soil. The scenery seemed familiar, and Davis even felt as if he had been here before, like a hometown he had been away from for too long. He looked at the purple flowers on the trees on the roadside, the large tree stumps that had been cut down on the silent stone walls growing new ones, the running water washing the shore making regular sounds, and then he saw the hill behind the village that looked like a little lion on the stone cliff. Davis's eyes suddenly became hot. He could not explain why he had no memory of this, but he was sure that he loved this place.
He turned around, not wanting Woody to see his tears, but he saw half of a house on the edge of the village burned down by fire. At that moment, there were several villagers standing around, doing simple repairs.
Everything was getting more and more strange, and then a deep and thick voice behind him called, "Davis."
Davis immediately turned around and looked at the source of the sound. What he saw was a tall old man slowly approaching, accompanied by Dennis. The man was wearing a simple hemp-colored half-robe, with no other decorations except his belt, and his long white hair that was tied neatly behind his head. Although he is an old man, his body looks very strong and he does not look old at all.
"Master!" Woody greeted the old man respectfully, but Davis had no impression of him.
"Davis, you're awake." The old man's voice was full of kindness, and he could tell he cared about Davis very much.
"Yes...master." Davis decided to call him after Woody.
"Oh Davis, you recognize our master!" Dennis seemed excited, but Davis shook his head.
The old man stood in front of Davis, staring at Davis who was full of doubts. The two sides did not speak for a while, just observing each other.
"I am Albus." The old man finally said, "You are also called Davis, right?"
Davis felt relieved to finally hear someone confirm that he was not the person everyone knew him to be. However, this did not solve all his doubts, "I am Davis, but I don't know why everyone mistook me for him."
Albus nodded, then turned to look at Dennis. Dennis immediately understood, took out a mirror and handed it to Davis. Seeing the mirror, Davis suddenly felt a sense of fear, as if he knew what was waiting for him in the mirror.
Even so, Davis knew that he could not avoid facing this reality. He suppressed the trembling of his hands and took the mirror from Dennis. He slowly turned the mirror to himself, and then could not help but take a breath.
The person in the mirror was familiar to him. It was indeed his appearance, but the self in the mirror was much younger than his ‘original’ self. He was obviously in his thirties, but his appearance in the mirror was as if he was sixteen or seventeen years old.
"Why is this happening?" Davis forced himself to calm down, but the confusion in his mind lingered.
"When I looked into your eyes just now, I realized that that was not exactly the Davis I knew." Albus said slowly but forcefully, "But at the same time, I believe you are also the Davis we are familiar with."
Everyone was confused when they heard Albus's words. Is he the Davis they know or is he not?
"It doesn't matter if it is a yes or a no, we all need your strength at this very moment." Dennis decided to put down this strange question for now.
"My power?" Davis was a little confused.
"You have been learning martial arts from our master since you were a child. Now the village and even the whole world are in big trouble. We can't just sit back and ignore it." Dennis could not help but clench his fists. Although they had only met for a short time, Davis was already familiar with Dennis. That emotional character.
"But I have never learned martial arts, and I have never even tried to deal with people. How can I help?" Davis looked worried.
"Impossible!" Dennis cried. "Among the three of us, if not the strongest, you are at least second only to me. How can you not help?"
Hearing what Dennis said, Woody bumped him with his elbow, and Dennis corrected him by smacking his tongue, so Davis would know what Woody disagreed with.
"I think there is really a big misunderstanding here." In any case, the only thing Davis is sure about is is that he has no fighting ability.
Just when Davis was feeling very confused, Dennis suddenly launched a series of kicks at Davis. Davis did not even have time to be surprised. He did not dodge, but his left hand naturally swung out between the lightning and flints, blocking Dennis’s attacks one by one. His proficiency in defending is as if he has been practicing it since he was a child. But after a few collisions, the two of them suddenly remembered that they were injured. A strong pain came, and they both squatted down.
"You said you can't fight?" Dennis asked with a painful expression while touching his ankle.
Davis was also holding his arm, but the surprise in his heart exceeded his pain.
"We need you." There was little pity on Woody's face. Davis's gaze shifted from Woody to the burned-down house behind him, the sad expressions of several people next to it, and this dreamy place. How out of place.
Everyone clearly felt Davis's inner struggle, but everything still had to be decided by him.
"Perhaps the prophet can answer your question." Albus, who had seen everything in his eyes, finally thought of a solution.
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