THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 791 The Forgotten Self (2)

From then on, neither spoke a single word.

Silence wrapped around them as they stared into the flames while the night's hours drifted past sequentially.

Amid the fire's cozy glow and the night's biting gusts, an odd familiarity lingered in the atmosphere for both...

A vibe they each hoped would endure indefinitely.

Ultimately, Ada stayed away that initial day.

Thus, Frey reached his choice.

"I feel… it's time I share my tale with you too."

Frey toyed absently with his fingers while Abraham offered his complete, unwavering focus.

"It's a heartbreaking account... maybe pathetic... and shadowy, should that term apply."

"Are you certain, Frey?" Abraham inquired softly.

"You know I'll wait, no matter the duration."

He hadn't anticipated Frey unveiling his secrets this quickly.

Yet Frey shook his head.

"It's okay. Leastways, I owe you at minimum that.

And soon we'll plunge into the ultimate clash... no chance for such talks afterward."

In that instant, Frey steeled his determination.

He revealed every detail to his father.

The narrative spanned endless hours... continuous ones... until dawn's light crested overhead.

Frey omitted nothing.

He described the system's concluding quests, his bond with Nameless and how that entity merged into him…

his eerie link to the Demon King,

the Historians,

and the alternate realm—one he scarcely comprehended himself.

Abraham's face cycled through shock, doubt, and awe... at the utter insanity Frey described.

Yet he never interrupted.

He let Frey continue right to the finish.

Yet he never interrupted.

He let Frey continue right to the finish.

A confession stretching through the night.

Abraham stayed mute initially.

Then his initial response emerged.

"This is… utterly heartbreaking. My boy… you've endured such torment."

Genuine grief struck him from the revelations... the destiny of a son shackled to immense might, pulled into clashes with otherworldly entities beyond mortal grasp or logic.

Frey chuckled unwittingly at his father's remark.

"It's fine, Father. I've grown accustomed to it now."

Those words only intensified Abraham's grief.

For his son to adapt to such infernal trials...

that fact alone evidenced the vast agony he'd borne across the years.

A torment Abraham had never faced.

Abraham swiftly regained composure, his thoughts dissecting all Frey had shared.

"So… you yourself remain clueless about your true nature."

Frey nodded.

"I hold zero recollections of this madness encircling me—

the Historians, those eerie visages…"

He meant Audrey, and the enigmatic golden-haired youth behind the system.

He didn't know them.

Still, inexplicably… he sensed prior acquaintance.

Particularly that golden-haired youth.

Frey couldn't fathom it.

Had he existed in a prior life before rebirth?

Or did he belong to something vastly larger?

The deeper he pondered, the more adrift he felt.

But Abraham's worry lay elsewhere.

"You mentioned Nameless… resides within you now," Abraham stated deliberately.

"And you're on amicable terms... right?"

Frey nodded.

"Currently… yes."

Abraham's look grew grave then.

"In that case… could you let him take over briefly?

I have matters to discuss with him."

Frey paused.

"Nameless aids me occasionally, yet he won't seize full control of my form.

He fears my sentiments—my essence—will infiltrate him further.

Thus, unsure if your request is feasible."

His reply rang true.

But suddenly... a voice echoed in his mind.

"That's alright. Allow it."

Nameless... brushing aside Frey's doubt instantly.

Within his mental blood ocean, Frey faced Nameless and marveled at the choice.

"You're certain? I figured you'd avoid possessing me again."

Nameless nodded.

"True, I still do. But this concerns none of your sentiments."

Violet light gleamed from his masked eyes.

"Your emotions—all that defines you—have fused into me already.

No sense resisting further."

"I solely decline… claiming your body.

It is yours."

"I simply desire… to witness your limits,

on this savage road you've forged alone."

Nameless uttered this while eyeing the bloody trail Frey had blazed himself.

Frey felt true astonishment at Nameless's position—wholly unexpected.

In reply, gratitude alone filled him.

"Thank you… Your words have eased such a burden from my heart."

Nameless merely shook his head at Frey's thanks.

"No thanks needed. The future remains unknown. My present form is just a hollow shard of my full being. Who can say? My views might shift utterly when you reclaim the lost fragments—and my authentic nature revives."

Nameless highlighted a vital truth.

His existence now stemmed solely from the mask's stored recollections.

He remained partial... incomplete.

Upon the original's return… outcomes stayed unpredictable.

Still, Frey's determination held firm.

"We'll address that later. Presently… it's only us two," Frey replied with a subtle grin.

Nameless quieted briefly—then assented.

"Indeed… only us."

Right then, their eyes shut simultaneously.

In reality, Frey's aura and demeanor transformed utterly... prompting Abraham to leap up, caution marking his features.

Simultaneously, Frey's face turned icier... more poised, more seasoned.

His very aura weighed heavier… immensely denser than prior.

"No cause for worry, Abraham Starlight," Nameless stated evenly, seeking to calm him.