Armad had recently inquired about Nusi’s identity, and despite her suspicions that he already knew, she chose to disclose the truth.

Feeling that he might already be aware, Nusi disregarded the potential consequences and decided to be candid with him.

“I am likely the Nusi you know, or perhaps I am not,” she stated, meeting his gaze.

Armad frowned, seeking clarification. “What do you mean?” he questioned.

Nusi shrugged, repeating, “I may or may not be the one.” She continued, “I woke up to discover additional memories beyond my own, belonging to a woman with the same name as mine. These memories and life records coexist in my mind, while my thoughts and body remain unchanged. I’m uncertain if this resembles the ancient tales of spirit possession predating civilization, or if I’m under demonic influence. All I know is that I am deeply perplexed. It could be me, or it might not.”

Armad remained silent, his expression betraying his concentration as he observed her. This unexpected revelation left him contemplative, yet oddly more satisfied than he anticipated.

It encompassed the entirety of his existence: he could either be the authentic prince or someone entirely different. They might be distinct individuals or the same.

Their shared experience was so bewildering that even they couldn’t ascertain what was truly unfolding.

Had the system not confirmed his origin from another world, he would have found himself in a profound quandary.

A smile broke across his face. This straightforward truth was all he had anticipated from the young woman.

He rose from his seat, approached her, and gently rested a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t fret,” he reassured her. “I sense the changes in you, and your explanation may shed light on them.”

“But that’s inconsequential,” he assured her, shifting the conversation. “I aim to instruct you in the ways of cultivation so you can join my army.”

He harbored no intention of divulging their similarities—that they both hailed from another time—even after she confessed the truth.

He had no intention of disclosing that to anyone.

Nevertheless, it shouldn’t preclude her from joining the army.

Before she could respond, Armad felt the weight of the hand on her shoulder intensify, as if a colossal mountain had been placed solely upon it, rather than on his entire being.

Suddenly, without warning, his eyes grew heavy and began to droop, reminiscent of the first time he inhabited the prince’s body.

At that moment, he realized that Nusi shared his peculiar condition, even without confirmation from the System.

But that wasn’t the extent of his bewilderment. He found himself in an inexplicable state within a peculiar world.

Although he could sense his body remaining in the room, his hand still resting on the girl’s shoulder, to his utter amazement, instead of the girl, a towering wall loomed over him.

This wall exuded majesty, strength, and grandeur beyond adequate description.

Adorned with unique pillars, likely crafted over centuries, the wall displayed intricate runes.

He surmised it might take the remainder of his life to fully comprehend these pillars and the wall itself.

The wall’s towering height and immense size were staggering, obscuring any glimpse of its summit even if he were capable of flight.

What happened next only deepened his perplexity. He observed the wall shifting.

Whether it was the ground beneath it moving or the wall itself, he couldn’t discern.

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Yet within the confines of the room, he remained ignorant of the truth behind this astonishing wall.

At one moment, it would be within his sight, only to suddenly traverse millions of kilometers to another location. The perpetual movement left Armad feeling ancient, as though he had lived through countless eons.

The enigmatic experience didn’t cease there; he sensed cultivation emanating from the wall, eerily akin to that of a human cultivator.

It took him some time to grasp that everything was interconnected with the girl standing before him. But how were they linked, and what significance did the wall hold? No answers were forthcoming.

In his vision, he witnessed the wall traversing and obstructing one of the cities. For years, the city remained sealed, its inhabitants unable to leave.

Just as the city was on the cusp of regaining its freedom in the final era, Armad was abruptly pulled out of the vision.

He let out a protracted sigh and swiftly withdrew his hand from her shoulder as if scorched by flames.

Examining his hand as though verifying whether it had truly been burned, he felt relieved when the weightiness dissipated upon removing it from her shoulder. However, the images he had witnessed persisted in his mind.

The fleeting moment it took to receive her reply felt like an eternity, enough to qualify him as one of the aged historians, given the vivid images etched in his mind.

Particularly striking was how the wall sealed off the city’s exit, effectively obstructing all passages in and out over the passing ages.

It was as if he had been transported to that era, experiencing the journey alongside its inhabitants.

As the vision faded, Armad felt a pang of regret for not witnessing its conclusion.

“A wall? Can you hear me, prince? What’s wrong? You’re scaring me...” Nusi’s concerned inquiries snapped him back to the present.

Suddenly, he realized it had been some time since he had spoken, caught in his disorientation.

Nusi had been speaking all along, her words unheard by him.

Her speech coincided with a message from the System:

[You have stumbled upon a mystery story. What you saw might or might not happen depending on the choices you make. Rest assured, what you experienced is one of the mysteries that could unfold. Will you assist this lady in gaining control over this wall? Yes/No?]

Armad was left speechless. Initially, he had dismissed what he witnessed as mere fantasy, perhaps even the result of some hypnotic trickery. However, the System dispelled his doubts, confirming that such events were indeed among the mysteries that could unfold.

Realization dawned upon him: he held the power to change this narrative. He could do it not only for himself but also for the woman standing before him. He felt a sense of duty towards them, recognizing that they were the sole travelers back in time.

They were already aware of Ururu’s imminent appearance by the era’s end—the era being the first. Ururu’s arrival would mark the downfall of the Wilberforcian Empire, leading to the enslavement and banishment of men to the lower worlds—a fate akin to his birth outside the upper echelons of the Wilberforcian household.

Now, everything hinged on his choices. For instance, he could challenge Ururu, and if victorious, alter the course of events. Yet, such actions might have no bearing on the overarching mysteries.

The System conveyed this message, emphasizing that the outcome rested on whether he chose to assist the woman in gaining control over the wall or not.

He opted to await her response to his proposal.

If she agreed to join his warriors, he would signal approval to the System, recruiting her to help refine her skills. However, a negative response would prompt no action from him.

“What is your response?” he inquired.

“What?” she countered in confusion.

Repeating his question, he awaited her answer before being consumed by the image.

“I agree,” Nusi replied promptly, despite the lingering surprise and confusion evident on her face.

Perhaps she was taken aback by the abrupt withdrawal of his hand as if it had been scorched.

Yet, what could have silenced the prince mid-sentence?

Nevertheless, this incident did not deter Nusi from assuming a submissive posture, one knee raised while the other touched the floor, her fist resting on her right knee.

The other Nusi, a mere servant, would have been overjoyed to the point of fainting at this life-altering opportunity.

Who was she, and how had she attained such heights in cultivation to prompt the second son of Arion, the highest-born since Aldaima, to request her presence in his army?

He was asking her to join them despite her modest cultivation, which hadn’t even reached thirty pol years.

The former Nusi would have fainted after shedding tears of overwhelming emotion. However, the current Nusi was different, more composed, and stoic than her counterpart.