Bab 4: Life worth living 1
It was 3 weeks ago, I never saw her on my birthday, but she gave me a gift.
All happy moments should be cherished as they never last. Yes, yes I did cherish our time in the carnival.
Though, I wish we could go there again sometime.
Just at the end of the month the Second dimensional rift occurred.
Describing it would be.. Catastrophic. The world shook, it rumbled all around the whole human domain.
Several gates overflowed and poured monsters like it was the end of the world. The city I am residing in, City Jask. A nearby gate overflowed.
But the amount was unprecedented, the numbers took over the amount of heroes that were here.
They never stood a chance, it was an all man for himself scenario, everyone tried to save themselves.
The gates planted themselves on the ground and became new environments exaggerating what their surroundings already are
I had no idea how severe the actual situation was until I searched my phone. This was the event my mother and uncle were preparing for.
Our mansion got invaded by monsters, the manservant who took me away died at the hands of these monsters.
At first I just gave up on life. But of course, not ignoring my mother's will for me to live. As she gave birth to me, I cannot ignore that effort.
Right now I still have no news of my mother, and the same with uncle Richard.
But I won't stay still. I'll survive. To the manservant who tried to save me, thank you, your effort will not be in vain.
It was late winter, and I could see plants starting to growing on the side of the road. I just have to endure the cold until spring comes.
Right. I didn't stay still within those months, there were no signs of rescues from other cities as the whole world was affected by the effects of the second dimensional rift.
I found a motorbike in a store, I stole it, I admit to that, I have no choice. But I can't ride it, because the only problem was the chains and the wheel.
I'm pretty sure I could fix it with my little hands. I'm sure it's not that hard. I have to get used to such conditions of living.
With a stolen winter jacket and canned foods I survived like that for 2 months. I have to sneak into stores so as to not to alert the monsters creeping around.
I stay under a bridge just beyond the highway towards Ceath. Although the bridge roas was broken, I could cross to the other side by going through the metal sidewalk which still managed to hold out.
Since the right side was the only part of the road that was broken, no cars can go through that. But a tiny motorcycle could.
My belongings helped me somehow, I have my phone, a woven bracelet and my smart watch. I didn't let go of the phone even though the screen was broken.
My picture with mom and uncle is there.
When I look at the woven bracelet I sometimes think of Jeanne, was she okay?
–Clink Clink Clink
I placed down my tools as I just finished changing the wheels, my hands filled with oil from the chains.
I survived by eating nothing but tap water, canned goods and some candy, I'm pretty much unhealthy.
I vividly remember the taste of homemade food as mom would always try and cook for me, she even made me a handbook after getting curious.
With my measly strength I tied a rope around a roadblock and used it as a pulley to lift the bike off under the bridge.
After placing the bike on the road I looked back, the time I spent on Jask are really unforgettable, the reason I wasn't insane right now is because I kept myself busy, board games with myself.
Even used spray cans I found after some dude left a bag of them on an alley.
I walked to the other side of the bridge, with my duffle bag, the same place where I found the spray cans. I placed a gas canister in it, just in case.
Starting the bike and getting on it, I hit gas without looking back, the place I had my family, the place where I met my first friend, and the place where I used to live.
I said goodbye to all of that.
***
[Supreme Government, Coalition of Humanity]
Humanity has three powerhouses, three nations that form the whole of humanity. In this place, is where they talk about political matters.
"The loss of 18 S ranking heroes is a massive damage to humanity."
"We need to make a new force within 18 years, or else the line of world defense would fall"
"I agree with such notion, but it seems we have to recover with such damages first"
"We need new pillars of humanity, though it was such a Shame that a potential SS ranking has been killed"
"In peace she may rest, Freya Cassanova"
–crick
A subtle cracking can be heard, one of the people present is a man with black hair, his presence was no joke. .
"Calm your nerves, Finnegan Cowell."
"Of course"
With black hair, chiseled jaws and an unkempt beard, the man sitting on a black chair stopped releasing his pressure.
His name was Finnegan Cowell. He had a lover, well used to. They had a fight about how their child will be the heir of his guild and how it would give them glory.
But his lover refused, knowing that her story was becoming just like the child on her stomach; she didn't want that. And Finnegan knew that too but he insisted.
Leading to a fight, he was trying to find her home for days but he couldn't, so he tried to find her child. But it was all too late.
He only found out the place she was hiding was in is city jask, and Freya died defending it. He couldn't even find the whereabouts of his child.
But he didn't stop there, he needed the heir of him and Freya's child, he knew it would have talent. So he needed to get his hands on it no matter what.
"...This concludes the meeting"
A ding could be heard after one of the people seated in the highest seat uttered those words.
They all stood up, and so did Finnegan.
He left the meeting hall and walked outside the building, which was like a monument.
He was greeted by a woman in a formal business suit.
"Headmaster, we have found a child in one of Ceath's villages, having the description you have said."
"Really?"
"Yes. Green emerald eyes as you said."
Green eyes are not that rare, but pure Green eyes are rare, it's only a subtle difference but there's only a few in this world who have it.
Thus with that reason, Finnegan smiled, he was delighted by the news as he was led to a car.
"We'll visit this child as soon as possible"
***
I took a rest on the side of the road. I know it wasn't safe but the tall grass hides me. I was already riding for an hour. I'm not used to motorcycles.
But as I was resting, a golden hue appeared before my eyes that was then
─whoosh
A Book appeared before me, one with the golden hue. It had the title of "One True Sharpness".
The title sounds oddly familiar. It felt like I knew what it was and what it meant to me, then it hit me.
I'm the one who wrote this book… Damian… yeah I'm Damian the child of Freya Casanova… the one who died before even the prologue.
And cousin of Dimitri Cowell, Uncle Richard's son.
I checked the book for confirmation, and alas the hard truth was slapped to my face.
The death of my mother was completely in my hands. I… I killed my mother and uncle off the story.
It was the beginning of the story, shortly after the second dimensional rift. The death of rankers potentially to be the pillars of humanity.
I couldn't help but cry, why me? And what did I do wrong? I made this story out of my trauma, but now I have to experience it over again?
"Keuk… "
–Sniff Sniff
I remember my past life now completely.
I remember the painful things that were said to me, The actions that made me cry.
My previous life, my memories.
"Hey what's up with that?"
A boy of a similar age asked me, with a mocking attitude.
"uhm…"
I showed my pencil which was only a finger nail long, it was that overused. I have to pinch the overused pencil just to write.
"oh uh…"
The boy, seemingly lost for words, is trying to understand the situation.
His mocking attitude earlier is just a silly attitude he does to his friends, he was just playful, he is in no means hostile.
"Is it the same again?"
He sighed then took out something from his pencil case. A colorful pencil with a panda as an eraser at the end.
"I have a lot of these, so you can have one!"
He smiled, seemingly proud of his attitude. I took it sheepishly but softly smiled and said
"Thank you"
After school was done I remember going home. The home back then wasn't the same as I had when I'm Damian.
It was a mess, the smell of alcohol, floor riddled with cigarette butts and floor uncleaned for months.
"I'm home…"
I said that audibly and ran upstairs. I don't want to stay there just even for a bit.
The moment I stepped into my small room I started working on school related stuff.
I took out the pencil I was given with. I was happy with this as I took out one of my old notebooks I hid.
I started drawing things along with descriptions, my dream back then was to become an illustrator, after being inspired by a billboard ad.
–bam!
The door opened and my Father was there looking at me with pure spite, but of course contained it and said
"wash the dishes before I come back- what is that?"
He looked directly at the pencil and gritted his teeth, pure rage across his face, pointed at me with a raspy phlegmy voice.
"You fucking retard!"
He grabbed me by the head and I squirmed with pain.
"What did I say about toys?!"
"b-bu–"
I got slapped and thrown over by the side, I looked up to him who had an angry face.
"So you're talking back to me?! You're just like your mother!"
He grabbed the pencil that was given to me, broke it in half and threw it in the garbage.
All I could do that time was cry at the sight, he wasn't done either he took a look at the notebook.
"Carzel, the Wooden dragon…? What the fuck is this? Didn't I fucking told you that school work is the most important?!"
He grabbed the bag I had and went downstairs. I ran after him, begging to give it all back.
But what he did was the one that gave me trauma for life.
He grabbed all the flammable things and burned my books and notebook alongside it.
That was in middle school.
I had to suffer that until senior highschool.
I ran away, found a job as a convenience store clerk and finished every academics I had with high regards.
I was genuinely into studying, but my environment didn't allow me to do so. I wish I had finished college, but of course I didn't as I was pressed for time.
Part time jobs to part time jobs I tried everything, living in a rundown apartment and all just to save money. I was trying to survive at this point.
I tried to pack all my suffering in a book. I started writing on my phone while I'm free. My choice of words are something you'll see in a talented individual.
I wrote and wrote and wrote. My creatures that I wrote in middle school. I created a main character out of spite and made the world as hellish as I can.
Because at that point I blamed humanity, but that last bit of me that I still have clung to my subconscious.
I still haven't lost myself. I decided that instead of suffering.
I wrote healing, mending, one that I wanted to have. After all, I have my dreams.
I posted it on a free app that's for novels. My novel was gaining traction, before I knew it I was able to live even for a bit.
My inspiration shooting through the roof, my work gaining popularity is at least enough to make me happy, I vowed to at least change it to suitable audience as I hoped on trends.
Gods, bosses, mobs, third rate villains, world building!
My novel even had an adaptation as I was hundreds of chapters now, but sadly I didn't see the day where I could end the novel.
I had a heart attack while working at my part time job.
I didn't manage to make a proper ending where the protagonist and his party conquer the last and final villain of the story.
Was my past life even something I call living?
No, it was simply a life full of survival, the only difference between the past life and today is that I atleast had a loving parent before I lost it once again.
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