I don't know how long it has passed, Lily's worried voice sounded in Charles's ears, first hazy and then clearer.

"Mr. Charles, Mr. Charles, are you okay?? Don't scare me."

The vague consciousness condensed again, and Charles opened his eyes and found himself lying flat on the ground of a big tree, and the crew members gathered in a circle and looked at him nervously.

"Look at my fingers, what are these?" The cold-faced doctor swayed in front of Charles with two fingers.

Charles struggled to sit up, he was about to say something but suddenly froze. "What are we here for?"

"Charles, didn't you say that coming here can relieve the curse of the gods? Are you losing your memory?" The doctor examined his captain's head in confusion.

"By the way, I remember, I'm here to lift the curse of the gods." Charles slapped his head and stood up, but the next second, he froze again.

Charles found that a large piece of his memory was missing.

He still remembered that he came down from the surface, but since he came down, the memory of being rescued by the old captain for this period disappeared out of thin air, and all he could find in his mind was blank.

The same treatment, and a large piece of memory after fighting with the giant butterfly, disappeared completely, just like an eraser that was erased from the head of these two memories.

Charles turned his head and looked at the giant tree beside him, and suddenly understood that the giant tree used its special ability to erase the memories of his gods.

Can this tree do this and the curse of the gods disappear??

Charles suddenly said to the old man next to him: "Doctor, check my body and see if I am still mentally contaminated."

The doctor took out a ball of mucus and handed it over. This time Charles ate it and found nothing, it was like eating an ordinary piece of jelly.

The doctor kept looking at the giant tree next to him, his voice filled with surprise. "It actually succeeded, what really lifted the curse of the gods in the world!?"

When Charles heard this, he felt a little unbelievable for a moment. The curse that had been following him for more than ten years had actually disappeared.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Charles found that his brain was much clearer.

"Haha! Let's celebrate today."

Charles, who was overjoyed, rushed into the island's most luxurious restaurant.

"Mr. Charles, why do you have to have a meal when celebrating?" Lily, holding a fork, asked curiously.

"Because this is a custom on the surface." Charles touched her furry head with his hands.

The restaurant served very quickly, and various delicacies were served, including those who Charles knew and those who did not. All the food looked very attractive.

Charles picked up the tender steak in front of him skillfully cut the knife and fork. When the meat piece with black sauce was put into his mouth and chewed it gently, his eyes lit up.

Even though he never cared about his appetite, he couldn't help but admire the taste of the steak. He had never eaten such delicious food.

The strong aroma of food filled the entire dining table, the crew members shoulder to shoulder, the dining plates made jingling sounds, and they were chatting loudly while eating. Everyone's faces were filled with relaxed smiles. This time the task was successfully completed.

"Waiter, do you have any wine?? Give me the best wine here!!" The doctor rudely slapped the table with his prosthetic limbs, not caring about the strange gazes that came around.

Charles swallowed the things in his mouth, "Add me one, and you'll have the strongest one!"

"And I."

"I want it, too."

The wine the crew needed came up soon.

Open the lid and tilt your head, and the strong wine rolled down into Charles' stomach like fire.

Charles' mind suddenly became clear after being stimulated by this, and he suddenly felt that now was not the time to celebrate.

"Mr. Charles, try this, the pickled eggs are delicious." Lily pushed a small plate of dishes over.

The aftermath of the wine came up, and Charles felt like he was floating in the air. He thought to himself: "I've come here, I'll be happy after eating more than half of the time. I'll leave immediately after I finish eating."

When Charles thought of this, he calmed down and enjoyed the wine and food wholeheartedly.

After drinking a glass of wine, Charles' consciousness slowly dissipated.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the guest room of a hotel.

The lazy Charles stretched and took out his pocket watch slowly. When he looked at the watch, he found that it was the next afternoon.

"Have I slept for so long? No wonder it feels so comfortable." Charles lay on the bed. He knew it was time to go back, but he just didn't want to move.

"Mr. Charles, it seems that the restaurant was available for delivery yesterday. Are we still eating their food today? It's so delicious."

On the other side of the pillow, Lily curled up into a fur ball and said lazily.

Charles licked his lips, "Okay, I'm just hungry, so we'll leave after this meal."

After drinking and eating, Charles lay on the bed leisurely shaved his teeth with a toothpick. He had never felt so comfortable.

He pinched with his hands, and Lily, who was round beside his left hand. "Why do we stay for a few more days with such delicious food? Anyway, I will have the same rest when I return to Hope Island. I feel much more comfortable resting here than other places."

"Yeah!! Such a good place, I'm willing to be here for the rest of my life." Lily nodded repeatedly.

A comfortable smile appeared on each person and a rat. At this time, the smile on their faces was no different from that of other islanders.

A strong sense of sleepiness came, and Charles hugged Lily and slowly retracted back to the quilt, intending to sleep for another night.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, suddenly there was a severe pain on the slanted scar on Charles' face.

The sleepiness disappeared without a trace in an instant. Charles, who gritted his teeth, covered his face and rushed to the mirror and looked inside.

There was nothing unusual on my face, it was still the same face and the scar.

"Strange, why did it suddenly hurt so much? Should I go to the doctor to see it?"

Just as Charles was thinking this way, a more intense pain came from the slanted scar on his face, which made him almost twitch.

Charles flipped his right hand and the black blade had already appeared in his hand. He used the blade to slash the slanted scar on his face.

What was splattering inside was not blood, but bright purple light, and an extremely beautiful purple light shot out from the scar on Charles' face.

The next second, purple lights were great, and a translucent jellyfish the size of a fist drilled out of the scar, which was the prophet.

This jellyfish was suspended in mid-air without water, spinning around Charles quickly.
Chapter completed!