In the dark stairwell, Charles slightly stumbled as he charged downward with his crew trailing behind him. A look of anxiety with a trace of urgency was etched onto his face.0

Click!0

The sound of someone disengaging the safety of a firearm echoed, and a gun barrel peeked out from below the stairs. Charles immediately halted in his tracks.0

The group below had their eyes on him, and their gazes were overflowing with potent hostility. If Charles took just one more step, they would pull the trigger.0

The Charles with a vertical scar glared at his doppelganger and warned in a stern tone. "I don't care whether you are some derivative replica from 1344 or another Charles from a parallel timeline. This is my world; please return to yours."0

Panting between breaths, Charles held up his hands as a sign of his non-aggression....0