Soul Trigger

Chapter 728 I traveled through time
Bertrand Ludwig had a strange dream: his St. Martin's vault had been breached, and not only was the Ludwig family completely unaware, but he was also imprisoned, the local Flash Street leader was dead, and an ancient entity had taken over all of Birmingham—

Pioneers.

He suddenly woke up and saw the familiar ceiling. He was still in his big villa, and everything felt like an ordinary dream.

He grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and brought it to his mouth, but it was empty. He picked up a glass of red wine next to him and poured some into it, but it was empty too.

So he called for the maids to bring him some wine, but there was no sound from outside.

Gradually, Bertrand sensed that something was wrong.

He quickly got out of bed and went to the window, still wearing his pajamas. He saw people coming and going in his manor, and the maids were all gathered downstairs, as if they were going to attend a grand event.

What's going on? Why are there so many people in my house?

Bertrand frowned, feeling something was off, a strange sense of unease.

He quickly changed his clothes and arrived at the manor. The maids greeted him and the guests offered their blessings, wishing him a happy 300th birthday.

It sounded a bit strange, but Bertrand just thought it was because of the dream she had before.

After all, he knew from a young age that people in this world could live to be 10,000 years old on average, and his father was even more long-lived, living to be 12,000 years old before passing away.

His family branch was particularly large, with over a thousand children alone...

Something feels off.
Bertrand Ludwig frowned, but the guests around him were still greeting him, so he had to look at them and respond.

At this moment, a commotion arose in the crowd, as if some important person was about to arrive, and everyone pounded their chests and bowed.

Seeing this, Bertrand did not dare to be negligent and immediately went forward to meet him.

A carriage arrived and stopped. Led by a beautiful young woman, a handsome man stepped out of the carriage.

Bertrand's scalp tingled—

It was that king who lived for 20,000 years!

He quickly stepped forward and knelt before the king.

He didn't know why he was the only one kneeling and bowing while everyone else was just bowing, but he subconsciously felt that he should do it because he had always worshipped the king since he was a child.

The king smiled and helped him up, saying he had come to offer birthday wishes.

Bertrand was naturally pleased, but something felt off, and this sense of unease grew stronger over time.

The banquet soon began, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely, except for Bertrand, who felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Why does the king's daughter look so familiar?

Why does the king look so familiar?

Why does the king, who has lived for 20,000 years, look so young?
No, it seems that people in this world never grow old.

But... since this world doesn't age, how would I know the concept of old age?
He glanced around and felt that all around him were handsome young men and beautiful women, all of whom were very attractive, but at the same time, something just didn't feel right.

Damn it... what is this feeling? I...

At that moment, a figure appeared before him. Disturbed, he looked up and saw it was the king.

He had medium-length black hair and light blue eyes. He looked at him with a smile and chatted with him about everyday things.

They talked about interstellar colonization from ten thousand years ago to the present, and they were very knowledgeable about it.

Bertrand merely gave the other person perfunctory replies, showing little interest in the conversation, and instead kept pondering what was going on with himself.

But when he noticed the content of the other person's conversation, he also realized something was wrong.

He just said he came back from a trip inside a black hole?

Wait, what the hell is this thing?!

Bertrand Ludwig finally realized something was wrong and abruptly stood up:
"What on earth are you talking about?!"

Suddenly, the entire banquet hall fell silent.

Bertrand Ludwig was taken aback. He saw everyone turn around and stare at him intently, their faces beaming with smiles.

But that smile seemed increasingly eerie to him.

"What's going on... Who are you? Where am I? Where is this...?"

His pupils widened suddenly:

That's right... something's not right here, something really wrong!
He looked around. As the owner of the St. Martin's Vault, he was required to be stationed there year-round. Where did this estate come from, and where did all these maids come from?

Besides, how could a person possibly live for ten thousand years? Are you kidding me!
Interstellar colonization? What kind of nonsense is this?! I must be dreaming!

Bertrand shook his head violently, trying to wake himself up, but when he opened his eyes, he still saw the banquet hall in front of him, and the men and women were singing and dancing again, as if the strange scene that had just been frozen in time was just a dream.

And the king was right in front of him.

For some reason, he suddenly found the king increasingly repulsive, and the sense of unease grew stronger and stronger...

Gradually, a crisp sound rang in his mind, as if something had shattered in that instant—

"No... How could you possibly be the king?! You are... that damned Dead Apostle!!!"

The king's face broke into an extremely eerie smile:

“Not bad… I was thinking, if you don’t realize how incongruous this worldview is, it will be a bit boring.”

The king, Ji Li, lifted his chin, looking thoughtful:

"As expected, a worldview that's too jarring will quickly wake you up... But even so, it lasted for a full quarter of an hour. No wonder it's a World Tree Sub-body..."

Bertrand was lost in thought, as those sealed memories kept flooding back into his mind.

Saint Martin's Vault, Dead Apostle Invasion, Black Hole, Capture...

He clutched his head, a sharp pain shooting through his soul, and let out a silent scream.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery shattered and turned into darkness. The smiling "king" in front of him twisted and disappeared. Berant finally opened his eyes.

It was pitch black in front of him; he seemed to be inside some kind of sealed container, with very limited range of motion for his hands and feet.

He suddenly exerted his strength, shattering the container in front of him, leaping out, and finding himself inside some kind of alien technology building:

"Is this... the lair of that demon?!"

Pop, pop, pop.

It was the sound of clapping hands, strikingly clear in the quiet environment.

A few specks of azure light appeared all around, and a figure strolled out—it was Ji Li.
"As expected of Mingzhao, the container of the Hall of Heroes is indeed unable to contain you. We still need to bring the sealing chamber."

Bertrand Ludwig's heart sank:
"what did you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything special, it was just a small experiment, but the results were quite unexpected."

try……?
"Yes, rewrite your memories, the more exaggerated the better, let's see when you can come to your senses. How about it? You've experienced a completely different life, even if it's only for fifteen minutes..."

Bertrand remained silent, but a storm raged within him.

Memory rewriting?! Who exactly is this guy...?

"Alright, now that we know how it went, let's get straight to the point..."

He saw an intensely azure light gleam in the other's eyes, and mechanical tentacles erupted wildly from his body—

"Wait... what are you going to do?!"

He retreated abruptly, but mechanical tentacles erupted from the walls on all sides, binding him tightly.

Before Bertrand could think, he blasted them all apart and tried to escape, but the next moment, his vision went blurry.

Childhood, past, reincarnation.

A flood of memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

That was his childhood... No, that's not right, this guy is going to rewrite his memories, just like that dream he just had... Damn it!
But in an instant, he quickly absorbed these unfamiliar memories, which gave him a splitting headache—

That damned apostle...that damned apostle!!!
A cry of defiance echoed in his mind. He desperately tried to stop it all, but he only felt himself becoming more and more numb, and those memories were drifting away from his brain.

Instead, what followed was a series of heartwarming yet torturous lives of beasts of burden.

I am Ludwig, I am the Lord of the Treasury of St. Martin...

No, that's not right. That's my identity in this world, not my true identity...

No, that's not right either! My true identity is...

He landed, slowly turned around, completely unaware that he was being pulled by mechanical tentacles, and looked at Ji Li behind him, his eyes suddenly becoming clear:
Am I not an employee of World Tree Group? I remember I was working overtime all night... How did I end up here?!
"I...time traveled?!"

(End of this chapter)