บท 958: Theodore Griffith

"Oh, shit!"

Theo gritted his teeth before he heard someone's voice echoing in his ears. "Why do I need to die?"

"Why are you still alive?"

"This is not fair. You're just a mere clone. You don't deserve to live."

"I'm the original, so I should be alive right now."

Those words shook Theo's heart as his body trembled before realizing the scenery had changed.

Instead of the bridge, Theo found himself in front of a black fence that bound his soul… his original soul.

His body was in tatters and covered with bruises. His left leg and arm were amputated and the left side of his body had started to rot with some maggots chewing on his ribs.

The soul glared at Theo and snarled, "Why do I need to endure all this? I still have my own goal! Where is my brother?"

Theo's expression turned grim. He couldn't help but remember the injury he suffered that day.