In the early morning, He Wenjie stepped out of his home wearing very plain clothes. He bought a basket of steamed buns at a familiar yet unfamiliar breakfast shop, sat down to eat them, and watched the bustling crowd passing by in the street. He had not slept a wink all night, constantly recalling the many worlds he had experienced and the women in those worlds who had once fought alongside him. Previously, in every world, he had lived almost with the attitude of a tourist, but the sudden return to the reality of the world left him momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Although he had now lost his Golden Finger and his prophetic abilities, relying on his own skills, it would be easy for him to reach an annual salary of one million within three to five years. Therefore, he was not worried about his future standard of living; instead, he found himself pondering more about his emotional needs. Yesterday, the moment he realized he was back in the real world, he wanted to call his parents, but he held his phone for a long time without ever daring to dial that string of numbers.
Although familial affection could not be severed, time would cause him to slowly forget it. Unlike the parents in the worlds he had traveled through—where memories of parents were implanted in his mind upon arrival in each world, making it natural for him to call them—after experiencing so many worlds, his memories of his biological parents had almost completely faded. He dared not make that call, afraid …
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