Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 433

Harold gradually opened his eyes and awoke the following day.

Gazing around blearily, he found himself lying on what appeared to be a bed in a clinic with a drip in his arm.

The sight of the room around him made him feel puzzled.

He did not know how he ended up here or what had transpired.

Looking up, Harold noticed that the bags of saline solution were empty, so he reached out to yank the needle from his arm.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

A beautiful doctor entered the room just as Harold was about to yank the needle off. She was wearing a white coat and carrying a fresh bag of saline solution.

Upon noticing Harold's action, she quickly stepped forward to stop him.

“What happened to me?” Harold asked the doctor, Luna, in a daze.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Luna asked exasperatedly as she administered Harold a fresh bag of IV drip. “Several beggars left you here before running away. What is your name, and how did you get so badly injured?”

“I... I don't remember my name. I don't even know how I got hurt.”

Harold was about to tell her his name, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized he could not remember it.

“Don't joke about losing your memory. Your medical bill costs more than a thousand, and there's not a single penny on you. Who am I going to bill this to if you turn out to be amnesiac?”

Luna's expression was solemn as she was under the impression that Harold was playing a prank on her.

“I'm not joking with you, Doctor. I can't remember a thing!” Harold replied with the same solemn expression, knocking his head several times as he did so.

Her expression turned grim when she realized Harold was dead serious.

If he did lose his memory, not only will I have to treat him, I might also have to find him a place to live.

“Think harder. What is your name? Where do you live? Who do you live with? Do you remember their phone numbers?” Luna asked Harold in a slight panic.

“Let me think.”

Harold was even more anxious than Luna. He furrowed his brows and began thinking hard.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not recall a thing. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Frustrated, Harold shouted to vent his annoyance.

“Don't shout! There's no need to force yourself if you can't recall a thing right now. We have plenty of time. There's no rush.”

Luna hastened to comfort Harold when she saw him scream in anguish and hold his head, thinking he was having a headache from trying to remember everything.

A patient came at that moment. After consoling Harold, she quickly left the room to receive the patient.

Harold continued trying to recall who he was after Luna left.

Suddenly, news regarding the God of War holding an event in Dellmoor sounded from outside the ward.

Harold froze at the mention of the title.

“I remember now! I am the God of War!” he murmured to himself.

He quickly recalled his identity as the God of War and was determined that the one in Dellmoor was an imposter.

Excited, he yanked the needle off his hand and dashed out of the ward.

“I remembered who I am! I am the God of War! The one in Dellmoor is a fake!” Harold shouted at Luna, who was attending to her patient.

There were half a dozen patients standing in line. All of them cast a strange look at Harold at his proclamation.