Chapter 618: PAID

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Squeeze.

I checked my body thoroughly.

After repeating a few movements to confirm, there was nothing wrong with my left arm. The same went for my internal injuries.

"How can it be this clean?"

It had been something I thought would be a long, arduous process to recover. But the regeneration was already complete.

"What on earth is going on here?"

At the very least, I had expected three months. At most, six months to heal the internal damage.

Even the Divine Doctor had said it would take six months to recover, yet here I was, fully healed in one go.

"Even more so…."

I looked at my left arm—the arm that had been torn off by his hand.

But now?

"It's perfectly fine."

It was as if it had never been torn off in the first place, completely intact. There was no sense of disparity.

How could something like this happen?

"The place I was just in, too, was the same."

I looked around. Although the area was still covered in snow, there had been a faint impression of a garden earlier.

Now it was nothing but a snowfield.

Had I been transported to another location?

"That might be the case."

But it didn’t seem that simple.

The prior space itself felt false from the beginning. The reason wasn’t hard to figure out.

"That feeling."

The sensation when the space crumbled, and the atmosphere that space carried with it.

It was something I had experienced before. I didn’t have to think for long.

It was a memory deeply ingrained in me.

"The Shadow King’s domain."

The dark space the Shadow King had unfolded—a place where I had died hundreds, even thousands of times.