Chapter 1: The Witch

“Ed, it’s time to take your medicine.”

A woman’s tender voice sounded beside his ear.

Zhe Zilin felt a surge of surprise.

Take medicine?

A woman’s voice?

He vaguely remembered that before falling asleep at his keyboard.

He hadn’t been reading Water Margin.

“Ed?”

It was still that woman’s voice.

It carried a hint of worry.

Her tone was youthful.

It sounded like a delicate little girl.

Don’t tell me I forgot to close my website!?

Is this the sleeping husband plot now?

He had no interest in cuckold plots whatsoever.

He didn’t even have the desire to open his eyes to look.

He planned to continue sleeping.

“The previous magic potion dosage was still too large.”

“Can’t wake up?”

The woman muttered to herself.

After a while, she let out a series of sobbing sounds.

Zhe Zilin felt several hot droplets fall onto his face.

Confusion rose in his heart once more.

Wasn’t I sleeping face-down?

Now it feels like I’m lying on a bed.

The sensation on my face feels so real.

Zhe Zilin opened his eyes.

The familiar computer and room did not appear.

It was as if certain memories were missing from his brain.

He raised his head.

What entered his view was an intricately carved dark stone ceiling.

The air was filled with a strange medicinal scent.

It was bitter yet carried a faint sweet fragrance.

The unfamiliar environment left him shocked and bewildered.

He was certain that just earlier, he had been playing the game King.

He had been grinding it continuously for several weeks.

He had finally cleared the guide.

Afterward, because his head felt dizzy for a moment, he had collapsed onto the keyboard and fallen into a deep sleep.

How could opening his eyes result in transmigration?

Was it this careless?

No!

This wasn’t transmigration.

In an instant, a segment of memory flooded in like a tidal wave.

There were the ambulance alarm, his parents’ crying, and the lights of the operating room.

He had died.

He had died suddenly from pulling an all-nighter grinding the game.

But those were memories from his previous life.

What about his current memories?

Where am I?

Who am I?

Why can’t I remember anything at all?

Beside his bed stood a girl who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

She was wiping her tears.

Zhe Zilin’s gaze landed on the girl.

She had a head of smooth light-golden long hair.

It was loosely tied behind her head.

A few strands of loose hair hung beside her fair cheeks.

Her skin was white to the point of being nearly transparent.

A pair of deep blue eyes were watery.

The corners of her eyes were reddened.

The tip of her nose was also red.

Noticing the gaze Zhe Zilin cast over, the girl was stunned for a moment.

She turned her head away nonchalantly.

She used her fingers to wipe away the tear tracks.

She hid the evidence that she had been crying.

A short while later, she picked up the small bowl beside the bed.

She poured out some of the potion.

She sat on the edge of the bed.

She said in a soft voice, “You’re awake? Hurry and drink the medicine.”

Drink medicine?

What medicine is this?

It couldn’t be arsenic, could it?

If I end up like Wu Dalang, I’m screwed!

What slightly reassured Zhe Zilin was that the surrounding environment was not an ancient building.

It had clear medieval castle decorations.

He tried hard to recall.

He vaguely felt that the girl before him looked familiar.

But he just couldn’t remember any information about the other party.

However, based on the girl’s worry and tears just now, the other party should have a close relationship with him.

Why didn’t he have even the slightest impression?

He moved his fingers.

His entire body was sore and weak.

His four limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Even lifting his arm required quite a bit of effort.

A feeling of irritable helplessness surged up in his heart.

It showed on his face.

“Take a deep breath.”

“Feeling dizzy is normal.”

The girl’s pink lips approached the rim of the bowl.

She blew.

Ripples appeared on the surface.

Her slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

“Drink it.”

“It has already cooled down.”

Compared to drinking the medicine, Zhe Zilin cared more about another question.

It was as if he hadn’t opened his mouth to speak in a long time.

He opened his mouth.

His voice drilled out from his throat.

“Who are you?”

“Ailia.”

The girl before him was not surprised.

Instead, a faint smile hung on her face.

Her worried expression eased a great deal.

“You might not remember this name.”

“It’s fine.”

“You only need to believe that I won’t harm you.”

Zhe Zilin stared at the girl’s sincere expression.

He pondered with lowered brows for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”

“I only lost my memory.”

“I wasn’t doubting that you would harm me.”

Ailia nodded.

She stopped the spoon in her hand from stirring.

She sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

She said, “You nearly died because of a great battle. Your head suffered trauma. You lost all your memories. But rest assured, I will slowly help you recall everything.”

Ailia put down the bowl.

She took out a portrait from the table beside her.

She quickly unfolded it.

It depicted the intimate embrace of two people.

“Ed, I am your wife.”

What?

The sudden huge piece of information left Zhe Zilin somewhat at a loss for what to do.

The girl before him had youthful brows and eyes.

She looked quite young in age.

The mistake that Fan-ge had made back then—he didn’t want to follow in those footsteps.

“No, that can’t be right.”

“You still look very… young.”

Ailia tucked up her hair.

She explained, “According to the laws of the North, I already reached marriageable age last year. We were married last year.”

Zhe Zilin once again looked around at the surrounding environment.

This was indeed not the modern era.

Even in the medieval age, this age was indeed old enough to get married.

If what she said was true, then the other party might really be his wife.

Medieval times, amnesia, a wife who looked like a little loli.

Although this kind of script was rather mediocre and ordinary, at least it wasn’t a world-collapsing opening.

Zhe Zilin tried to convince himself.

Everything carried an indescribable strangeness.

But he was trying hard to adapt to it.

“Can you tell me about the previous matters?”

“Perhaps it will help with recovering my memories.”

He really disliked this feeling of his brain being a complete blank.

He requested this of Ailia.

“Your full name is Leibang Ed. You are the eldest son of the Leibang family and the future lord of Obsidian City. Your father is the King’s Hand, and your younger brother is the commander of the Knight Order. Your Leibang family holds the world’s richest gold mines and is the wealthiest family in the world.”

Zhe Zilin’s expression suddenly froze.

The name Leibang Ed—he gradually had some recollection of it.

In the game King that he had been grinding for several weeks, there was a character named Leibang Ed.

No!

This was extremely wrong!

Extremely wrong!

Zhe Zilin’s brain buzzed.

Countless unfamiliar memory fragments madly poured into his mind.

In the game King, the Leibang Ed family was illustrious.

He was a genuine playboy who went around flirting with women.

Relying on that face of his that could bewilder all living beings, he had indeed made quite a number of women lose their minds over him.

Leibang Ed had a famous saying.

“Once I’ve tasted a dish, I never order it again.”

After deeply associating with a certain woman, he would feel bored.

He would never hang himself on one woman.

Therefore, he had offended quite a few powerful and influential big shots.

And the witch before Zhe Zilin’s eyes, Ailia, was one of them.

She was one of the four most bizarre witches of the North.

She possessed the title of World-Ender.

She had fallen in love with Leibang Ed.

It was a kind of morbid love.

Driven by extreme possessiveness, Ailia fed Ed magic potion every single day.

This caused the other party to lose himself and forget everything.

Then, she shaped a world that had only her for him.

This way, she could be together with Ed forever.

And Zhe Zilin had been reborn as Leibang Ed.

He had lived out a lifetime according to the game settings.

Perhaps because the subsequent Leibang Ed would no longer appear, he had broken away from the game settings.

That was why he had recovered all his memories.

Zhe Zilin drew in a breath of cold air.

He had nearly gotten lost in the story that Ailia had woven.

If he had truly drunk that bowl of magic potion, he would probably have completely degenerated into the other party’s obedient “doll.”

The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

Cold sweat couldn’t help but seep out from his back.

It soaked his thin white clothes.

There were also beads of sweat flowing on his forehead.

Yandere love was truly terrifying!

Ailia did not continue to recount “Ed’s” past.

She keenly noticed the chaos in Zhe Zilin’s breathing.

She noticed the fear in the depths of his eyes.

A trace of gloom flashed through her gaze.

“Ed, your illness has acted up again.”

“Hurry and drink the medicine.”

For some unknown reason, when Ailia spoke this sentence, Zhe Zilin always felt that the other party’s gaze had changed.

From the original expectation, it had turned into disappointment.

It was as if she had not achieved her expected outcome.

Ailia no longer hesitated.

She brought the somewhat cooled potion to Zhe Zilin’s mouth.

Her movements were skilled and fluid.

It was as if she had rehearsed it dozens of times.

Drink the medicine?

She wants to make me lose my memory again so that next time she can weave new memories, right?

Zhe Zilin wanted to refuse.

But now his four limbs were powerless.

He couldn’t move at all.

Facing Ailia, he was completely helpless.

He couldn’t even escape.

Seeing that the edge of the bowl was already close to his mouth, all he could do was tightly shut his lips.

“No, I won’t drink it!”

Ailia’s voice was very cold.

It was cold enough to freeze Zhe Zilin’s heart.

“Ed, you’re sick.”

“A sick person should take medicine.”

Under Ailia’s domineering pressure, Ed had no strength to truss a chicken.

He fundamentally could not resist.

Gulp.

The magic potion slid down his throat.

……

[You have failed.]

[After drinking the magic potion, you forgot everything.]

[Ailia watches your sleeping appearance. She carefully lies on your chest, her expression one of satisfaction.]

[At this moment, she possesses you. Yet her possessiveness does not allow her to stop at this point. What she wants is to become your entire world.]

[Therefore, she refines magic potion day and night, completely eliminating your memories, altering your personality, and personally weaving memories that belong to the two of you.]

[Until one day, you forget your own identity, forget all your past, and become a walking corpse. Your consciousness sinks eternally as you watch her inject a new self into you……]

[The King Chapter Task: Do not drink the potion within three days in the witch’s castle. Failed.]

[Because you drank the witch’s specially made magic potion, your Drug Resistance has upgraded from LV1 to LV2.]

[Drug Resistance LV2: After being poisoned, you have three minutes in which you can move and act normally.]

[Remaining regression attempts: 2]

[Hint: When the regression attempts are exhausted, you will die completely.]