Ren turned to his side, his eyes falling on the snoring boy next to him. Even in his sleep, Terim was clutching the corner of his shirt.
Ren chuckled at the sight, finding it endearingly childish. He poked the soft cheek of the young master in amusement.
Yes, Terim was the real young master now, and he, Ren Jiang, was not.
His initial outburst had helped him understand one thing that he was not the real villain of this world.
The scenes he had just witnessed in his dreams were memories from his body's experiences in the previous timeline as that novel had foretold him.
However, the one who had tortured and killed the animals was not him.
The one rapping that sixteen-year-old child and killing other unfortunate humans was not him.
It was that bastard Wei Ling Sheng who took over my body and forced me to witness all the crimes ... soaking my hands red with the blood of the innocents.