Almost everyone has heard of bronze mirrors, but very few have actually seen or used one in person—after all, they’ve been obsolete for so many years. Yet when Eric Foster stood in front of the mirror, he was still a little surprised by the effect of the bronze mirror.

Although it certainly couldn’t compare to modern glass mirrors, it was much better than he had imagined.

Eric Foster looked at the mirror while reaching out to touch his own face. The face in the mirror was his own. Hmm, it seemed he hadn’t transmigrated as a soul...

Moreover, the face in the mirror was somewhat different from the one he had when he died. Before euthanasia, he had been tormented by illness and had wasted away to skin and bones, but now, his face seemed to have a bit more flesh. Although still somewhat thin and pale, it was already within the range of what would be considered normal.

Looking down, David Foster only now noticed that he was completely naked—not just without a shirt.

He really hadn’t noticed this when he first woke up.

When a person is without clothes, it’s easy to feel insecure, especially in such a strange environment, and this unease becomes even stronger.

Thinking back, was that girl just now wiping his body?

What Eric Foster didn’t know was that, for the past half year, that girl had been wiping his body almost every day.

It was the girl who had accidentally splashed a basin of water on his face.

To the right of the dressing table, there was a chair, and on the chair was a set of clothes.

These clothes were very familiar—a tracksuit, mainly black with some dark red accents. Under the chair, there was also a pair of boots.

These were the clothes Eric Foster had been wearing when he committed suicide. He liked this style and had custom-designed and ordered many sets, because he felt that tracksuits gave him a sense of security—especially when he pulled the hood down to cover most of his face, it gave him the peace he needed.

With some difficulty, he put on the clothes and boots. Eric Foster was already so exhausted that he could only sit on the chair, leaning against the dressing table and gasping for breath. His body, just awakened, was indeed very weak, but no matter what, it was already much, much better than the sickly body he had when he died. At the very least, with some rest and recuperation, this body should recover quite a bit.

Just then, Eric Foster suddenly noticed a figure appear at the doorway. Still panting, he immediately looked up.

In that instant,

Eric Foster felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

At the door stood a woman, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, wearing a blue long dress, a phoenix hairpin in her hair, lips red and alluring, eyes naturally seductive. She was at an age of sensual charm, and she possessed both an elegant temperament and just the right amount of voluptuousness.

Of course, no matter how beautiful or alluring this woman was, that wasn’t the point, nor was it enough to shock Eric Foster like this. What truly stunned him was—

He

knew this woman!

Moreover,

he had once personally drawn this woman!

“Feng... Olivia Green?”

Eric Foster felt as if he were dreaming. Could it be that, once a person dies, they enter an endless dream?

If that’s the case, then perhaps death isn’t so frightening after all, but rather a kind of liberation in pursuit of freedom.

The woman looked at Eric Foster standing before her,

her mouth slightly open, eyes shimmering with tears. For a moment, her red lips smiled as tears fell—laughing and crying at the same time, completely losing her composure.

In the end,

the woman simply placed both hands in front of her lower abdomen, bent her knees,

and choked out:

“My lord, you’ve finally awakened!”

Chapter Four: The Seven Demon Kings!

If he hadn’t been sitting in the chair at that moment, Eric Foster thought he might have collapsed to the floor.

This was Olivia Green, the real Olivia Green.

So,

where was he now?

“My lord is awake, my lord, you’ve finally awakened. I have waited for you for half a year.”

A beautiful woman is still beautiful when she cries, just as a truly handsome man is still handsome with a buzz cut.

Although Olivia Green was no longer a young girl, her charm was something those young girls could never hope to imitate.

She was a character created by Emily Carter. When she created this character, Emily Carter had just entered university.

It seems that young girls are always eager to shed their innocence. They learn to put on makeup, to dress up, hoping to mature quickly. Yet, when women grow older, they often do everything they can to look as young as possible.

When Emily Carter designed and drew the character Olivia Green, she must have infused it with her own fantasies of a mature woman, a “big sister” type, from her own perspective;

And because it was from a girl’s point of view, it actually worked out very well.

“My lord, when Yun girl came to tell me just now, I didn’t believe it. I really couldn’t believe it—no, I was afraid that girl was tricking me, making me happy for nothing again.”

Olivia Green walked straight up to Eric Foster,

“Pfft!”

and pulled Eric Foster into her arms.

Yes,

it wasn’t Eric Foster, as a man, embracing Olivia Green, but rather he was the one being embraced.