Chapter 414 - Say Hello To My 17-Year-Old Self (2/2)

Of course, considering the risks of infiltrating Black Nest, he allotted this operation to be done at the end of his trip.

“You said Edward was still alive when you came, and Black Nest hadn’t killed him yet. Although I still don’t believe your parallel universe nonsense, if 01 hypothetically stopped CTOS 13 years ago, what will happen to my world?”

“I don’t know,” Zhang Heng said, “I only traveled back to the past before this, but never to the future. This is my first time, but…” Zhang Heng paused, “but I guess, whether I succeed or not, we probably won’t meet again.”

This parallel quest was based on a future unaffected by players from the real world. In other words, even after this round was over, Zhang Heng had no right to play an extra round. It meant he would never see the future Little Boy again.

Hence, Zhang Heng wondered what the point of his 11-month stay was. Was it all an illusion? But he remembered everything clearly. The 29-year-old Little Boy standing before him at the moment was so real. Every frown and move from Little Girl told him that this was an authentic experience.

“I understand,” Little Boy took a sip of coffee, expressions unchanged, “Go to bed early after you are done packing. You will be on the road early tomorrow.”

“Ok.”

Little Boy seemed calmer than Zhang Heng had imagined. She even calculated tomorrow’s breakfast expenses in advance and settled the rent, water, and electricity with Zhang Heng. The weather report on the TV forecasted heavy rain in the city after midnight, reminding the public to close the doors and windows. Leaving Zhang Heng undisturbed, Little Boy did not sit under the window and listen to the rain as usual.

After the two bid each other good night, Little Boy returned to her bedroom.

The living room was filled with darkness once again. Zhang Heng divided half of the money he had made during this period and placed it under Baby Croc’s bed. After that, he got onto the couch and closed his eyes.

As he slept, he vaguely felt something warm climbing on him, softly settling on his hips. He thought it was Baby Croc, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Little Boy’s face.

Her pajamas were undone, and she began riding him while covering his mouth with her hand.

“Shhh, say h.e.l.lo to my 17-year-old self,” Little Boy whispered as she bent down.

The torrential downpour came as promised. The wind made the leaves rustle, casting with it shadows of trees shaking in the gusts. The storm caused the signboard of the convenience store opposite of their apartment to be blown away, its blue light piercing the night and disappearing into the darkness.

The whole world seemed as if it was about to be devoured by a ma.s.sive flood.