Overwhelming Firepower Chapter 358: Memories Beneath Deep Water

Lucen’s group had created many cards now, but it was not enough to sell them. He needed a few more cards, and once that was done, he would do it like in his old world, selling them in packets and placing rare cards to make people buy more.

Lucen wanted to sell the cards in tandem with when he creates a show that goes with it, using the video orb. He was going to introduce something that would change entertainment in this fantasy world.

As Lucen thought of that, a strange smile slowly appeared on his face. He was getting excited again.

Not only is the creation of more entertainment great for him, but it might also inspire people to create their own things.

The second Lucen thought about that, he felt a tinge of sorrow. It had been quite a long time since he thought about the people in his old world.

In fact, now that he thought about it, why did he stop to think about his parents in his past life? He could not remember their faces or their names.

He could easily drink that memory potion again to remember, but for some reason, he hesitated.

Deep down, he understood that the memory of those people who no longer exist in this new world of his would bring him pain.

It was not that he did not care. That was the very reason he hesitated.

If they truly meant nothing to him, then he would have already taken the potion without thinking too much about it.

He would have treated those memories like information. Like the rules of a game. Like the story of Aerok. Like knowledge that could be used.

Unlike when trying to remember his death, which was unclear even with the memory potion, this was something he could most likely remember if he truly wanted to.

It could answer the questions of who his parents were, if he had siblings, and the names of his friends whose faces and voices he could no longer remember, but the conversations and the feelings he had with them remained.

The excitement he was feeling before seemed to have drowned out. Even though in this world he had parents, a sibling, and friends, it was different from before.

Not to mention, in this world, he was not just a random nobody who was good in games; he was an actual somebody. Yet for some reason, that did not make the ache disappear.

In his past life, he was ordinary. He did not have a noble title. He did not have soldiers who followed his orders.

He did not have craftsmen waiting for his ideas, mages who listened to his theories, or a family name powerful enough to shake an entire kingdom.

He had been just one person among many. He had an ordinary life with parents and friends. Those friends of his who he joked with, who he played many games with, who he watched anime with, and who went to conventions with.

Despite his memories being a blur, he could still picture the sights they had seen, in-game and out.

He remembered sitting in front of a glowing screen, laughing at something stupid one of them had said.

He remembered crowded halls filled with people wearing costumes of characters they loved.

He remembered cheap food eaten after long hours of walking, arguments about which character was stronger, and the strange happiness of finding someone who understood the same ridiculous things he did.

He remembered the feeling. That was the worst part.

The faces were unclear. The names were gone. Even their voices sounded distant, as if they were calling to him from beneath deep water. But the feelings remained.

Despite his enjoyment of being a part of the world and story of his favorite game, every now and then, he would miss his past life. Especially as he was working to grow the entertainment here to be able to see a similar sight,

He understood it, that he could no longer return to that room. He could not send a message to those friends. He could not tell those family members that he was continuing to be himself.

He could not ask whether they had mourned him. He did not even know if he wanted to know.

Lucen reached into the spatial pocket of his coat, and after searching for a few seconds, his fingers touched the small bottle containing the memory potion. He had prepared several bottles beforehand.

His alchemy skills had increased, and he could make his own batch. He did not take it out and instead just touched it for a bit before releasing it back into his pocket.

Lucen had reminisced a few times before, and every time he did so, he felt a bittersweet feeling.

Lucen slowly exhaled. Let’s reminisce some other time; for now, focus on the things ahead. The first day of his being a special instructor was about to start. There was also the creation of the card game, creating a show using a video orb, and showing it to everybody.