Sequence adventurers roaming between two worlds

The antique mirror rapidly magnified before Leo's eyes, eventually engulfing him entirely.

It's black in front of you.

When Leo's vision returned to normal, he found himself in a completely different world.

—Western Pole Alliance.

Inside the room on the second floor.

Leo quickly opened his eyes.

A familiar scene came into view.

Similar to when he left.

The kerosene lamp in the corner stopped burning, its dim light extinguished, replaced by a hazy morning light that struggled to seep through the diamond-shaped glass.

The wind blowing in through the slightly ajar window carried a lingering chill and oppressive atmosphere.

That's the unique flavor of this country and this era.

The room was tidy; Scott's body lying in a pool of blood, the ritual objects on the wooden table, and even the Gospel of Thomas were all gone.

Leo withdrew his gaze, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

"It seems Leona wasn't lying in wait, or rather, she's already left..."

The probability that the other party will continue to stake out the area after ten days is extremely low.

After all, the sudden gunshots that night must have alerted the surrounding patrol officers.

Leona, the mysterious female classmate who "introduced" herself to Scott, leading to the original owner's death, would certainly not waste any more time after risking waiting for several days without any results.

This relieved Leo.

Although he had mastered a professional skill, he knew too little about Leona. Without knowing her background, a direct conflict would be too dangerous.

With the "Primordial Mirror" in his possession, time is on his side.

With each passing day, he becomes a little stronger.

It would be best to wait until he becomes a true professional before meeting with Leona.

At that point, it will be hard to say who will be the prey and who will be the hunter.

"call……"

Leo let out a soft breath, calming his turbulent emotions. He glanced around the room again, his gaze lingering on the neatly folded blankets on the bed.

"The room has been cleaned. Has anyone other than Leona been here?"

He knew his own room well; while it wasn't exactly dirty or filthy, it was still somewhat messy.

But now, everything in the room is neatly arranged and categorized.

This could never have been done by Leona.

"Who could it be?" Leo frowned slightly.

Just then, he heard faint voices drifting from not far away.

"Downstairs...?"

Leo's gaze shifted to the door not far away.

He slowed his pace and approached the door almost silently.

As they drew closer, the sounds seeping through the crack in the door gradually became clearer.

"Li Mo, tell me, is he... really dead?"

Her voice was clear and bright, but her tone was low and weak, making her appear frail and haggard.

The moment he heard that voice, a clear human figure appeared in Leo's mind.

Although her skin was fair, it had a sickly pallor. Her long, flaxen hair, inherited from her mother, was simply tied up with the ends hanging down to her chest.

That was his, or more precisely, the original owner's younger sister, Li Qian.

A fifteen-year-old girl studies at the Third Girls' High School in the outer city.

The response she received was from a slightly gruff male voice: "The officers said they didn't find Leo's body; he's just...missing."

The last three words were pronounced heavily, as if he were comforting himself.

Another familiar figure surfaced in Leo's mind.

He was a man with a tall frame but not much muscle, and his body exuded the thinness caused by long-term heavy physical labor and malnutrition.

His hands were covered with thick calluses and a layer of grease that could never be washed off, and his knuckles were large and deformed from years of carrying heavy goods.

That was his older brother, Li Mo.

The eldest brother supported the family by selling his labor and doing manual work in the port.

Listening to this conversation, Leo sighed with mixed feelings.

During his time in the adventurer's world, he pieced together more information from the remaining fragments of the original body's memories.

The house where the original owner lived was an old house left by her deceased parents.

The city he was in was called Falling Star Harbor, located in the southern part of the Western Pole Alliance.

As its name suggests, this is a port city.

Legend has it that a meteorite once fell here, and after the port city was built, it was named "Fallen Star Port".

Thanks to the passing merchant ships, Falling Star Harbor gradually became prosperous, and even became a "shining pearl" on the southern coast of the Western Antarctic Alliance.

But no matter how prosperous or how bright, every city has shadowy places where the light cannot reach—the outer city of Falling Star Harbor is such a place.

It is old and seems to have been abandoned by time. Although it enjoys the faint light of the "pearl", shadows always grow when the sky darkens.

"Is Leo really just missing?"

"Li Mo, I heard that in the period before his disappearance, Li Wei's behavior at school suddenly became very strange. He kept doing things that were incomprehensible to others. Also, he sold the old ring that his father left him..."

"This doesn't seem like something he would do."

Li Qian's voice was very soft, filled with deep confusion.

"..." After a brief silence, Li Mo's rough voice rang out, carrying a suppressed anger: "Could it be that the curse of the White People continues to spread in our generation?"

"They've already escaped so far..."

"A curse? The White People?" Li Qian's voice was full of astonishment.

Not only Li Qian, but even Li Ao, who was eavesdropping upstairs, was shaken to his core.

The original owner of this body had never heard her brother Li Mo mention these things!

"Xiaoqian, you were too young before, and there were many things I didn't tell you." Li Mo sighed, deliberately lowering his voice:

"But now... there's no point in hiding it anymore."

"Actually, we are not native to Falling Star Harbor. We only moved here in my grandfather's generation."

"According to my father, our origins are a lost race called the 'White People.' We left our homeland to escape 'calamity' and 'curse.'"

At this point, Li Mo smiled bitterly: "That's what I say, but in reality, I don't even know where the Bai people's ancestral home is."

"Before this, the concepts of 'calamity' and 'curse' were, in my understanding, more like the random nonsense my father made up."

"But five years ago, my father suddenly disappeared, and now, Leo has also suddenly disappeared. I can't help but suspect that the so-called 'curse' has come knocking..."

Li Qian was stunned. It took her more than ten seconds to recover before she stammered, "This, this... it sounds like a bizarre story. I can hardly believe it..."

"Yes, I don't want to believe it either," Li Mo said in a heavy tone. "My father left behind a diary, which I skimmed through without paying much attention. Now it seems I should find it and read it carefully..."

Journal?

Leo, on the second floor, had a sudden thought.

Just as they were about to listen further, before Li Mo could reveal the location of the diary, a sharp, loud knocking sound suddenly rang out.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door! I know you're inside!"

His voice was harsh, and the malice within was undisguised.