As Kevin learned the name, some memories began to surface in his mind, such as the recognition of text.
"I can't read the words... but I can directly understand what is being said."
For a moment, he didn't know what was going on with his memories, or rather, these memories from his original self.
He continued to rummage through the wallet in his hand, trying his best to find relevant information based on his recognition of the font.
Identification documents, bank cards, and some strange, incomprehensible cards.
However, from these cards and documents, he still learned some information.
For example, "he" came from a country named Kukan'yu Kingdom.
Very well, he had never heard of it.
But it must be a great nation.
Huh? Why would I know that?
When the name Kukan'yu Kingdom was known, some memories began to surface in his mind again.
This body was like someone with amnesia, needing some stimulation, and now he, controlling this body, could recall things under stimulation.
Was this situation normal?
It should be normal, right?
What else could he do?
Kevin made the best of a bad situation; he needed to learn more about himself and this world.
He couldn't help but look at the pile of clothes he had changed out of in the corner, thinking that rummaging through them might help him recall more.
No sooner said than done.
He immediately took action.
Sure enough, he found many tattered gaps and holes in the clothes, all stained with blood.
However, the more he looked, the more something felt off.
Did these marks really look like he had fallen from a mountain?
He saw several very smooth breaks, so smooth they looked as if they had been cut with scissors or a sharp blade.
When this thought appeared, the clothes looked more and more wrong.
Wait a minute, how did "I" die?
"You found something wrong, didn't you?"
"!"
The sudden voice from behind startled Kevin, and he turned around in horror to look at the man from earlier.
He didn't know when the man had appeared behind him; he hadn't made a sound or movement.
Looking at Kevin, who was clearly startled by him, the man scratched his hedgehog-like hair.
"Sorry, I scared you, but I've been thinking and have too many questions I want to ask you.
I don't have much time, so I'll just be direct."
What?
At this moment, Kevin, after recovering his emotions, had a bewildered expression.
He had just stabilized himself, just wanted to learn more information, but the man's words in front of him plunged him back into confusion and panic.
"My name is Ging, Ging Freecss."
Ging said, introducing himself.
Kevin instinctively nodded.
"I killed you; I killed you with my own hands."
"Huh?"
Kevin was bewildered.
What the hell? Is he suddenly dropping some shocking information?
Facing Kevin's confusion, Ging clearly had no intention of stopping and continued, "We were enemies, so I killed you. But when I was about to dispose of your body, your injuries healed.
I had confirmed your death at the time, so you came back to life. Such a phenomenon is not common, and it's somewhat different from what I knew before.
So I brought you back to see if you would wake up."
No, buddy, isn't the amount of information in your words a bit too much?
Ging's sudden monologue made Kevin's head spin, as if a massive amount of information had poured into his mind.
Everything he had just thought and planned for was washed away by such a statement.
Indeed, some fragments began to flash in his mind, as if he was fighting the man in front of him.
Only these fragments were somewhat blurry, only confirming that what he said might be true.
As these memories surfaced, Kevin couldn't help but touch his body, feeling the places where the wounds had healed, as if pain still lingered there.
Wait, no.
"You just said you've seen other cases of resurrection? More than once?"
Kevin found the key point; could this thing be encountered multiple times?
Is it that common?
According to the blurry memories from the battle, this world seemed a little off.
"You admit it. It seems my earlier guess was correct; you have some awareness or understanding of your current situation.
Judging by your reaction, you don't seem to understand it completely, hmm..."
At this point, Ging seemed to ponder for a moment, then said, "It's like seeing a dragon in a work of art but never believing that dragons exist in the real world. But when you actually see a similar creature, you apply the name 'dragon' to it."
After finishing his self-indulgent explanation, Ging looked at Kevin.
"You are horrified by your current body; that kind of reaction doesn't seem like amnesia. It's more like... another soul, or another consciousness, has entered the current body."
Everything was spot on.
Are you some kind of master detective?
The entire external environment suddenly became very harsh, and this situation, paradoxically, calmed the bewildered Kevin, his brain working rapidly.
He couldn't help but recall that short experience just after he woke up.
His performance at the time was indeed poor enough, but this was understandable; no one who experienced such a thing could immediately calm down and make a judgment.
And, and the man in front of him had absolute dominance from the start, so he had been guiding him all along.
Including his way of speaking, even the deliberate pauses in between, and the mirror that just happened to reflect his face.
There were even many details he hadn't noticed at all, all of which were possible.
This man had meticulously planned everything.
His worries were meaningless; it had been the worst-case scenario from beginning to end.
And his current predicament was... Kevin couldn't help but look up.
Ging looked at him, not urging him, as quiet as if he were waiting for him to think.
"Whew."
Kevin exhaled.
Meaningless.
He had killed the former "him," and the fragmented memories in his mind had already proven his combat prowess.
And his control over this body, his fighting skills, were absolutely not proficient.
And in terms of intelligence, the person in front of him was clearly not a fool.
One could even say that he himself seemed like a fool in front of him.
Whether it was resurrection, or the so-called terms like consciousness and soul, all indicated that this world might contain a certain extraordinary power.
Of course, he didn't rule out that Ging was bluffing him, but there were certain details in his fragmented memories that corroborated it.
So far, he didn't seem to have heard any "ding" sound.
Presumably, the so-called greatest assurance for a transmigrator was gone.
In the end, did he have to hope the other party was a good person?
"Although I wouldn't call myself a good person, I am definitely not an evil one."
Mind reading?
"Not mind reading, just simple observation."
Am I that obvious?
"Not obvious, it's just that I have some understanding of this area and have studied it.
Oh, and my intuition is very accurate, and my sense of smell is good too."
No, what exactly are you introducing about yourself?
Thus, with Kevin's expressionless face and Ging's self-talk as answers, the two exchanged words.
Ging suddenly sat down on the ground, facing Kevin.
"It seems you have digested what I said. You are a person who thinks and judges, and you should be able to understand the current situation. This is not a threat.
But you should also know my abilities, so let's talk openly and honestly, shall we?
It's like a transaction. You really need help now, don't you? Your confusion and unease are written all over your face."
Kevin exhaled and nodded.
And once again, he affirmed in his heart that this Ging in front of him was definitely a formidable character.
A wise man submits to circumstances.