But even so, seeing the price, Lucien hesitated.
SP also functioned as a second lifeline.
Would he still buy a weapon?
SP was like a second life, and he only had 40,000. Buying this weapon meant he would have nothing left. He wouldn't be able to heal grievous wounds, and if he were severely injured, he would die.
Death…
"Lucien… find your brother and survive together."
His father's voice echoed in his ears as he closed his eyes.
Memories played like a videotape—his childhood, the happiness of having his parents around, taking him to parks, bringing him on expensive trips…
Just as the sweet memories reached their peak, a hand stretched out and then closed.
Lucien opened his eyes and stood up.
He had been thinking a lot, he always did but now the time had come. He should wait for Jeff and Daemon.
