Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 653 - 425: Reality and Illusion

Not sure how much time has passed.

The sun no longer rises in the east and sets in the west, and the concept of time has gradually faded away.

The surrounding scenery, however, is not unchanging.

Losa, just awake, scooped up some snow from the ground and rubbed it on his face until it melted completely, then he let out a long sigh— they had been rushing for a long time before taking a nap.

Rognerda seemed to have been awake for some time, standing on the hilltop, gazing into the distance.

Losa approached her and asked, "Where are we now?"

Rognerda shook her head: "Do you think this place is somewhere I can recognize?"

She gestured around them.

A surreal landscape stretched before them, with a distant, indistinct, twisting sky, like the colorful auroras of the polar regions. They were nearing the world's end...

Losa fell silent for a moment and said, "The food is running low."

The only visible living things were those abstract creatures, which didn't seem edible, and even if they were, they were beyond what they could provoke.

"Perhaps we won't need it anymore," she chuckled softly, with a trace of a relieved smile on her face. "Let's go, Losa, let's keep going!"

The two exchanged a silent glance and resumed their journey.

And thus again they walked for an unknown number of days.

That seemingly close 'end of the world,' like an illusion, no matter how long they traveled, remained unreachable.

But that was just seemingly so.

Losa was keenly aware that he was about to depart from the memory world of the Ghost Dragon.

The food had long been exhausted, but as they approached the 'end of the world,' their senses grew more ethereal; hunger, cold, fatigue... all were becoming distant memories.

"We're almost there!"

Hearing Rognerda's words, Losa, who had his head buried in the journey, looked up in bewilderment.

The seemingly illusory sky, reflecting dreamlike rainbow lights, was indeed within arm's reach.

He glanced at Rognerda, momentarily dazed.

At that moment, the Northern European girl's skin was so pale it seemed transparent, veins visible beneath, her entire being seemed elusive, like a thin mist that a breeze could disperse.

"You?"

She pressed her pale lips together and laughed softly, "I'm likely to disappear."

Losa remained silent.

He wasn't sure when the girl had become aware of it all.

"Losa, promise me something, will you?"

"What is it?"

"Once you're out... find out what happened to me... Rognerda."

"I will, if I manage to get out."

Rognerda sighed lightly, knowing she was but an illusion, a projection within a memory, an existence that was less than real, was not a pleasant realization.

Losa hesitated, then asked, "Is this where we part?"

"No, let's wait a bit,"

Rognerda said as she once more set off toward the end of the world, "I wish to try and see, see the outside world."

Yet.

She ultimately couldn't.

Just as she was about to touch the world's end boundary, her body dissipated like smoke and clouds.

From feet to head.

Vaguely, he caught the sound of a faint sigh.

Losa whispered, "Goodbye," and without hesitation, he crashed into the boundary of the world's end.

Warm sunlight spilled over the garden filled with flowers and plants.

The air was filled with a tempting fragrance.

Losa saw a very beautiful woman, delicate crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, a few freckles on her cheeks, looking at him with doting eyes as sweet as sugar in a honey jar, warming the heart.

The woman held him on the swing.

Silent as ever, Dad Werner stood behind the woman, continuously pushing the swing with a gentle smile on his face.

"Mom Elise..."

Losa instinctively reached out, once thinking he had transmigrated, replacing Losa.

Only later realizing he was indeed Losa.

It was merely that upon awakening his memory, he suppressed the period of rebirth as Losa, leading to his initial misconception of transmigrating, replacing the original who fell off a horse.

Thus, seeing the mother from his memory who was gentle as ever, his eyes couldn't help growing moist.

Yet, his hand simply passed through mom Elise— the scenes before him, like a projector, began rolling out, learning Latin with Otto under the teacher; horse-riding and hunting together, honing riding skills; stealing food from the kitchen...

He saw the father in Crusader Robe waving as Mom Elise watched him set off on his Eastern journey.

Saw Mom Elise grow thinner day by day due to illness, even starting to cough blood, yet whenever she felt slightly better, she would, under the weak light, carefully mend his shirts stitch by stitch.

The world seemed like an aged photo, layers peeling away into ash, disappearing in the wind.

His memory, too, covered in dust, grew indistinct.

In the monochrome hospital room, the beeping of the respirator and monitor echoed.

A trace of sorrow crossed Losa's face as he slowly raised his arm, full of needle marks, looking at the middle-aged woman beside him gently wiping his body, his lips trembled for long before he mustered a faint call.

"Mom."

His voice was very weak.

Yet the woman wiping his body by the bedside looked over immediately.

Seeing Losa's face, eyes wide open and streaming with tears, she was first taken aback, disbelief apparent, before she finally screamed, "Doctor, doctor, my son is awake!"

Losa attempted to summon inner Magic Power, but within his empty body, there was no Spirituality, no Dragon Bloodline?

Nothing of Prajna, Jeanne, Furin...

Nothing of the Star Spirit Body, Spell Model, Holy Spear...

Nothing of the King of Leprosy, Lionheart...

Just the delusions of a dying vegetative mind.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse beyond belief: "Mom, how long has it been?"

Mom's lips trembled, tears flowed incessantly, "Not long, not long."

Losa sighed gently, noticing the increased wrinkles and gray hair on Mom's face, though she once loved beauty the most.

The door suddenly swung open.

A once tall, now hunched middle-aged man rushed in quickly.

"Dad..."

His voice choked up, the changes in Dad and Mom were significant; Dad once sharp, now without the stubborn strand of hair covering his forehead of the Mediterranean hairstyle, and the occasionally dyed short hair on both temples was fully revealed, lips and chin covered in stubble.

"You've both lost a lot of weight."

"That's from daily exercise with your mom, running and whatnot, naturally losing weight."

The man quickly composed himself, offering a light smile, "Son, you didn't think your old man, all these years was moping around, did you? Your mom and I are living just fine."

Losa forced a smile, "Then I'm relieved."

"Anyway, waking up is what matters."

The hunchbacked middle-aged man reached out to stroke Losa's head.