Chapter 152: Thou can call me……... (1/2)

'I am here.. What a sad life?'

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Two months ago, days after Jake had just broken through to [Realm 3] and was flexing the new abilities alone in his room.

*Knock!* *Knock!*

Jake wasn't expecting any late visits, but he still had to ask, ”Who is it?”

”It is me, Jake,”  said a voice from the other side of the door.

This left Jake surprised as he couldn't recognize the voice.

'It sounds thirty-ish. I barely know anyone of that age bracket,' analyzed Jake.

It was never a good thing to let a stranger come into his room.

Hence, he asked again, ”Who is it?”

”It is me, Jake,” repeated the voice.

”Who?”

”Me.”

”Who, me?”

”Me, me.”

A twitch on his left cheek didn't go unnoticed as Jake sighed once again, 'There is an idiot at the other side. Good. It just happens that this idiot knows my name, excellent.'

Jake took pride in having an extraordinary level of tolerance. However, in situations like these, such tolerance was always non-existent.

Baring his fangs at the door, Jake smiled in his cold voice, ”I don't have time for this. I have things to prepare for. So, if you are not going to tell me your name, then you can leave.”

His smooth and calming voice carried with it the harshness of the freezing snow.

It traveled to the ear of the person behind the door, who finally gave a good reply in a dismissive tone, ”Thou is no fun at all. Very well. 'Tis I.”

His words were like bombs to Jake, who couldn't stop himself from opening the door.

'There is only one person with that speech pattern,' realized Jake.

However, when he opened the door. The person behind it wasn't what he expected.

His messy hair, but gentle demeanor, accompanied with his old armor created a look on Jake's face that was simply...priceless.

Jake took control of his emotion and asked, ”Who are you?”

”Jake, thou don't know me?” queried the man.

He paced around Jake's room for a bit before he found his place on Jake's bed.

Jake scrutinized the man. Every time, he kept imagining someone else….someone that had the same unique speech pattern as the man.

”Rhys? Rhys Woods?” Jake voiced out his doubt.