It was dark and quiet except for the silvery light of the moon outside the entrance, which reflected the faint light into the cave. But Scaramouche can still see Du Yue's sleeping face clearly.

Scaramouche stared at Du Yue for a few seconds and then averted his gaze. He closed his eyes. The strangeness of the place kept him tense, not daring to relax for a moment.

A million images ran through his mind. It was as if the only thing he had left, the heart of the God of Thunder, had been taken from him by someone else. He tore through the pipes behind him to get it back.

He must have been in a lot of pain, but he couldn't remember. Because pain has been a habit for him ever since he used that machine.

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He shouted, "Give it back to me!". Then he fell from the high machine.

Scaramouche's eyes snapped open. He lowered his head and broke into a slight grin. He lived for more than 500 years, and all he had left was the heart of the God of Thunder, which he had exchanged as a threat. The result was that he had lost even that one thing. This is ridiculous.

Scaramouche sat for a moment, then he went to the entrance of the cave. The white moonlight made everything around clear. Scaramouche sits down here.

Scaramouche is an action figure. He doesn't need to eat and sleep. It's just tiring being awake all the time, and he sleeps sometimes. It's a way for him to rest. Of course, he would only sleep in a place that was perfectly safe, and only in a light way. He'll wake up at the first sound of anything. After all, there were a lot of people who wanted to kill him.

Scaramouche sat at the entrance of the cave all night until the sky became bright.