My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death

Chapter 126: A Father’s Sorrow and Memories of a Tragic Past 4

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My son…

How are you?

There is not a single day where I do not think about you.

I wonder where you might be.

I wonder how you might be…

Every time I do, I cannot stop crying.

I wish… I could see you once more.

Why do I cry?

I should not do so.

I am… not even a human.

I am a being that does not belong anywhere.

An Overseer.

Even though my superiors said that my duty was that of observing and administrating orders, I could not help but have different thoughts inside of my mind.

I could not help but have a different thinking process than them.

I wanted to live.

I wanted to experience what was life…

And it one day brought me to your mother.

Amongst the millions of worlds that I have explored and overseen, she was the first to understand me.

She was the first one to find something else in me.

And I… also did.

I often think about our past, about what we lived.

Although I can turn back time, that would only create parallel worlds, they would not be the real woman, the real Amelia.

There is no point in abusing these cursed powers within me.

I often think that this power that many desire is a curse.

I just want to be a normal person.

To experience what is being a mortal, to be born, to grow, to find love, to make a child, and slowly decay at the side of my lover, as our lives part away, but always remain together.

I can only recall those memories within my mind, as I traverse the vast existence.

I met you for very little time, but each second remains in my mind, and I recall them every time.

Seeing your adorable face smiling, always brings me courage, no matter what.

Amelia… how are you?

There is not a single day I don’t feel terrible guilt for what I did to you.

I should have never left you.

I knew that you were mentally unstable, that I brought that stability to your life.

I knew that… I knew it very well…

But I had to, I had to run away.

If I did stay, it would have been the end of you and our child, the end of that entire world.

The other Overseers had already noticed my oddity, the moment I had a child with a mortal, they immediately began to chase me down.

If I had stayed in that world, I would have risked your lives.

Perhaps I might be an Overseer myself, but my strength pales in comparison with the Great Ancients.

Overseers have many Ranks, the older they grow and the more power they amass, the stronger they become, until they are finally allowed to sit in the upper thrones of Reality.

However, unlike all of them, I was different…

I was never the same, after all.

Why must I be different?

A glitch?

An error?

Perhaps… that is what I am…

We Overseers do not belong anywhere.

We live outside of worlds, outside of universes.

I wanted to belong somewhere.

Was it too much to ask?

Why must they try to oppress me?

Why must they try to make me change my mind?

Why must they do this?

Are my powers too dangerous?

Are they not just as dangerous if not more?

The fabric of reality is very fragile, Overseers have the power to easily break the Fabric of Reality.

If they wanted, they could join and destroy entire Realities within seconds.

Why do they fear me, a weak one?

The damage I can cause is minimal in comparison to those monsters.

Perhaps they simply do not like me.

They do not like how I am.

They do not like how I think.

They want to oppress me and make me think as they desire.

Why must I not have free will?

Is free will a thing, to begin with?

Even with the understanding of the Laws of Fate and Chaos, I cannot escape others such as me, the Overseers.

There is nowhere to go, I can only keep running away, as they follow behind me.

Frank…

Amelia…

There is not a single day that I do not think about you two.

I am deeply sorry for all of this.

But I had to escape.

I had to… leave you behind.

However, I hope…

That no day, Frank, we can meet again.

My child, you inherited my powers.

Perhaps one day, within the infinite amounts of possibilities, you may find a way to use your powers, and find me.

I hope that you also bring your mother with you.

For this little chance.

For this little, extraordinarily little chance, I keep struggling.

I keep fighting.

I keep running.

I cannot falter.

I cannot be exhausted.

I must do this.

Because I know… deep inside… That one day, we shall meet again.

I wonder how are you two.

I bet that Frank must be a man at this point…

I want to see my little boy grown up, I want to see how much he has changed.

Frank…

No matter what you do…

No matter the mistakes that you commit…

No matter what decisions you take…

I will always love you.

I know that you cannot hear me.

I know that you may… not even remember me.

But I always hope… I always hope that whenever the day comes for your abilities to show up, that you may remember me.

I am waiting for you, my son.

Above the stars.

Above the universes.

Above the dimensions.

I am here.

Waiting for the moment for you to awaken your true self, and ascend to my plane.

If that day comes…

We shall fight together against them.

And we shall change our destinies and that of everything.

Who said that the worlds must be governed?

Who said that you had to see order?

Why must you keep pursuing order while oppressing the worlds’ development?

Hypocrites.

All of my superiors, all the Ancient Ones, are hypocrites.

Because we are strong because we have special abilities… It does not mean that we must use them to govern over these people.

They want to live too.

They want to experience life too.

They want to do as they please!

Let them be!

Let them progress!

Why…

I cannot stand this.

Although I am weak and pathetic…

I am not like them.

My son.

If one day we met, I will show you the truth of this Reality, of all of this.

I promise you.

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A young boy glances at the window of a hospital.

He seems melancholic.

His eyes are devoid of light and seem sorrowful.

Although today should be a happy day.

He seems to recall his memories.

The traumas.

The day his father left, and everything changed.

His mother, as if she were a puppet that had lost its strings, fell into an abyss.

And he slowly delved into the abyss as well.

Days after days of living hell.

Days after days of suffering and concern.

Of fear and sorrow.

Of anger and frustration.

Of hatred and depression

Each day…

He glanced atop the sky once more, as he used to do when he was younger.

Glancing at the sky always relaxed him.

He noticed the little birds flapping their wings and soaring in the sky in the distance, as he imagined himself as one.

He wished for one day to become like a bird, and soar the skies, finding new horizons.

He sighed once more as he heard his grandmother’s voice.

“Frank… She’s here,” she said.

“…Alright,” said the boy, walking through the corridors of the hospital, and glancing at the door in front of him.

His eyebrows burrowed, as he seemed to contemplate the door.

Whenever he stepped forward, he would see her again.

The one that brought him part of his traumas.

But also the one he loved deeply.

His mother.

He swallowed saliva, as he decided to not overthink things.

Boldly entering the room, he finds his grandmother giving him a gentle smile, and… another woman.

At first, the boy could not recognize her face.

It has been truly a long time since he saw her.

However, his mind began to work, recalling the memories of having seen her.

And if her face was reconstructing on his mind, he recognized her.

“Mother…”

He was paralyzed, standing as he glanced at her.

The woman’s eyes began to shine brightly, as tears dropped from her eyes.

The boy did not noticed it, but he as well was crying.

He felt as if he had a knot on his throat, he gulped down saliva, as his tears intensified.

“Frank… you’ve grown so much…” muttered the woman, crying even louder.

“Mother… mother!” the boy cried, running towards his mother, and hugging her tightly.

He remembered all the suffering…

Yet… he could not help but love her so much.

He wanted to hug her, to comfort her, to tell her that he still loved her.

That he still saw her as his mother.

That there was a way to amend things, to change for the better.

However, no other words could come out of his mouth other than cries, his mother was the same.

Tears of sorrow and happiness.

“I will make sure to… be a better mother… I promise you, Frank! I love you, my little boy… I missed you so much… I have been such a stupid woman… I could never realize that you were the most precious thing in my life…”

“Mom… Mom!”

The boy felt as if he had regressed to when he was but a little toddler.

He felt that he needed her still, that he needed his mother with him.

He cried so loud that even he felt embarrassed.

But he could not help it.

He had bottled up these emotions for a lot of time…

His mother seemed to be the same, she cried as much as her son, as the pair hugged and caressed each other’s head.

The boy’s grandmother smiled, as she herself started to cry as well, hugging the two in her vast and warm arms.

“Everything will be alright, okay? We will make sure to build up our lives anew…!” she said.

“I love you mother… And I am… sorry for everything…” cried the boy’s mother, kissing his mother.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, Amelia… I will always be here for you…”

“Thanks… grandma…” cried the boy.

“It’s alright, Frank… It was really a hard time, isn’t it? I know…” said his grandmother, caressing the boy’s head.

“Everything will be alright now…” she said, as the entire world begins to crack as if it were glass, fragmenting into hundreds of pieces that scatter into the nothingness.

The boy wakes up, and glances to the ceiling, dark, cold, and made of black and dark green bricks.

His memories come back to him, notifying him of the reality he was now in.

He wanted to go back.

He wanted to go back to those days.

Those days without worries, without having to suffer so much.

Yet here he was.

This was the reality now.

He could not deny it anymore, he could not wish it to be just dreams anymore.

He had to adapt to this and to find a way to once again be happy.

Frank gripped his fist as he sat down on the bed, his crimson eyes gleamed with a strong conviction.

“Ah! Master! You’re finally awake!” said the little voice of Orb, as she hovered near Frank.

Frank forced a smile on his face, as he glanced at Orb.

“Orb… How… long have I been sleeping?” asked Frank.

“For around… 23 hours!” said Orb.

“That’s almost a day… I have to do something about everyone inside my shadow…” said Frank.

“Brat, you’re finally awake!” said Hades, floating at Frank’s side.

“Hades, how do you feel?” asked Frank.

“I… I am fine, thanks for asking?” said Hades.

“I asked because our souls were rather weakened a few hours ago. If my soul is weakened, you end up weakened too, don’t you?” asked Frank.

“O-Oh, right! Not like I was getting flustered or anything over your concern!” said Hades.

“A Tsundere old man is a bad combination, please don’t try that ever again…” said Frank.

“Ah?! You brat! Don’t be disrespectful with a God!” roared Hades.

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