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"How about this? You stay with us; after all, the hunter is going to take us to see the wizard. When the time comes, the kind wizard will surely grant you the courage you’ve always desired!"
Before Lin Han could respond, the scarecrow rambled on with a torrent of words. Hearing this, the timid lion glanced over at Lin Han, but seeing no reaction from him, it displayed a look of grievance.
"I'll take you all," Lin Han sighed helplessly. He had his own doubts; he had already defeated the fierce side of this lion, so why hadn’t he received any notification about completing a quest?
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze back toward the lion. At that moment, only one possibility crossed his mind: there must still be many secrets hidden within this lion.
Just then, before they could set off again, a large group of people suddenly burst out from the nearby forest, each looking disheveled and panicked.
Lin Han immediately became alert, gripping his shotgun to shield himself and the others behind him. These individuals were key figures in clearing the dungeon!
"Run! There’s a man wrapped in iron armor in the forest; he’s tearing out people’s hearts!" The fleeing individuals shouted as they rushed past Lin Han and his group.
"I remember now!" Suddenly, the usually quiet witch spoke up. "Not far from here is a town where I sensed a magical presence. I intended to check it out, but when I turned around, I completely forgot."
Upon hearing this, Lin Han felt a jolt of shock—not because of the witch's magical sensing ability, but because of what she referred to as forgetting.
At that moment, Dorothy exclaimed in surprise, "Why are we stepping on yellow bricks? Aren't we supposed to be going home? Why are we heading into the forest?"
"Don’t force yourself to remember!" Lin Han quickly interjected, fearing that his own memories might cause further issues. He tried hard to suppress any thoughts swirling in his mind.
Then he paused for a moment—what was it that he had just desperately tried to maintain in his consciousness? A strange feeling surged within Lin Han's heart.
He stared intently at the throng of people spilling out from the forest and, in the next instant, charged straight in!
"Hey, Hunter, where are you?" The scarecrow quickly spoke up, his gaze fixed on the forest, having forgotten the warnings from those around him.
Meanwhile, a crowd emerged from the woods, each person exchanging confused glances, unsure of what to make of the situation.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed, and in the next moment, a burst of fire shot into the sky, capturing everyone's attention.
Inside the forest, Lin Han stood with a Heavy Broad Blade in hand, his cold gaze locked onto the towering Iron Man before him, who stood over two meters tall.
His thoughts were simple: by diverting his attention, he could avoid recalling the memories that haunted him. This way, he would eliminate the possibility of losing his grasp on reality.
As for memories of battle, after all this time, he had grown accustomed to them. Every movement had become instinctual, detached from conscious thought.
As long as he retained his understanding of combat, he could fight!
"Heart! I need a heart!" At that moment, the Iron Man fixed its gaze on Lin Han, its massive arms swinging down like hammers ready to crush.
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