In a manor somewhere in the middle of the desert, in a well-decorated room, a young man was sitting comfortably on a sofa, leafing through a book. His expression was relaxed, almost lazy. A soft light spilled from an old lamp, and the desert wind gently made the curtains tremble.
Who else but Lassen, Mister X.
The man who had vanished without a trace. Years ago, he had bowed out quietly. No message, no farewell. Just silence.
Since then, no one knew where he was. Even his former assistants had disappeared. As if they had never existed.
And yet, he was there.
After the last conversation with the system, he hadn't been the same. He had learned what could potentially destroy this world. Not a simple local danger. Something much greater. Something that perhaps came from farther away. Or from higher up.
He had thought long...Very long.
