Ugh...my head...
Headache and nausea bombard my mind. Opening my eyes reveals a familiar ceiling. It's my room at Pole Ridge.
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Memories of the past few days pour in. Although it feels natural, something is wrong.
!
"...That's right...I wanted to use another method since there was enough time." I mumble.
My alter ego took over...
Fuck! That guy takes over whenever he likes.
I clench my fist and stare at the ceiling. The faces of government personnel flash in my head.
They are humans like me...what gives me the right to use them as I see fit?
If possible, I wanted to avoid sacrificing innocent lives, not only for moral reasons but to avoid future troubles.
Revenge.
The truth will eventually spread to some people and I will be a target.
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What did Flow mentioned? Two what?"
I get up and look at a mirror across the room.
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Today is the day everyone gathers for a last meeting, consolidating everything before the end. My mother is here. Everyone is.
I concealed my identity to grow stronger and I achieved my goal. There is no longer a reason to be "Arsto".
Black pigments seep my hair strands, engulfing my hair.
"Phew...let's go."
*Tap Tap Tap*
Heads turn when they notice someone they don't recognise yet my sword tells otherwise.
"That's Arsto?"
"I-I think? But that appearance looks oddly familiar..."
My heart races as my gaze darts around. All eyes are on me, scrutinising my every move.
"Calm down, Samuel, calm down." I repeatedly chant.
Nervousness has taken hold of my existence.
I wonder what everyone will think? What should I say? What if things go wrong?
Constant questions clash.
Finally, I stand before the pair of large doors.
"Hoofff..." I let out a deep breath and push the door open.
"Arsto, you are late-"
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Silence. Eyes wide open, trying to process what they see.
Almost everyone close to me is here around the table. Jon, Kin, Alure, Aerin, Lia, and most importantly...
"S-Samuel!" My mother exclaims. Maile jolts up and stares at me from head to toe. When I smile gently, she bolts forward and throws a hug.
"Samuel! A-Are you okay? Hurt anywhere? Have you been eating well?" She inspects my body and face.
"Yes..." I return the hug firmly.
Time seems to slow down in our embrace. Waves of emotions surge over us, leaving only the profound connection of a mother and her son. My mother's tears flow down my shoulder yet I don't mind it one bit.
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The Survival of an Inferior
Fantasy#1 in anime(30/1/2023) Samuel stares at the bloody battlefield beyond him. A second ago, he was in his room and the next, he is in this foreign world. ----------------------------------------- After years of hard work, Samuel finally defeated the la...
