The Lord of Another World: All Wasted at the Beginning, and He Made His Fortune by Taking in the Fem

It was an ordinary afternoon.

Warm sunlight streamed into the room through the window, and the soft, melodious chirping of birds drifted in on the breeze, waking the man who was taking a nap at his desk.

—My memory is a bit hazy.

"Am I...asleep?"

The man still remembered his name, but everything else seemed shrouded in a thin mist, always feeling somewhat unreal.

—His name is Zhou Mu, an ordinary city office worker, probably around thirty years old this year?

Aside from some information that seemed like common sense but couldn't quite recall, the man was also clearly aware that he was currently resting at home.

Home...it always feels like a very distant concept.

"Hey, Xiao Mu, you're awake? Go wash your face. Your dad just said he doesn't know how to use the TV and wants you to teach him."

A familiar and gentle female voice suddenly rang out not far away, which instantly sobered the man up.

Although he felt as if a thin mist was shrouding him, he still stood up as was his habit and turned to look at the woman who had called him earlier.

—She was an older woman who looked to be over sixty, yet still exuded vitality and charm.

The tenderness in her eyes was the kind of expression only a mother would have when gazing at her child.

"Oh, Mom... I'm coming right now."

"Come over with your dad when you're done. I just washed some fruit."

Is this how he remembers his mother? The man's somewhat hazy memories couldn't provide an answer.

Even though his memory was hazy, his body was still very familiar with the structure of the house—so he quickly found himself in another room.

"Tsk, how did you make this thing..."

"……dad?"

"Oh? Oh, kid, come help your dad! I pressed something and it's not moving..."

The man who looked about 80% like himself, only much older and more frail... was his father.

"Oh, let me see..."

After taking the remote control from his father, the man subconsciously started fiddling with it.

He had helped his family with these little things many times when he was a child, and every time he did it, he would receive generous praise.

"Oh, it's moving! Great job, kid, you're so smart! Your dad can't figure out these new gadgets at all."

"It's nothing... Oh, my mom said she washed some fruit and wants us to go eat it."

"Oh, you go first, let me touch this thing again."

This familiar yet commonplace conversation seems to have been repeated many times in the past.

This is perhaps an ordinary, everyday scene that no one would notice.

"Xiao Mu? What are you standing there in a daze? Where's your dad?"

"Oh, my dad is still inside fiddling with the TV."

"Hey old man! You eat first, I'll go call him."

Without realizing it, the man had already entered the living room. He sat down in his most familiar spot, yet something still felt somewhat unfamiliar.

—This was just an ordinary day in an ordinary family.

"Oh dear, apples again? We've been eating them for days now, haven't we?"

"You bought so much last time, the three of us couldn't possibly finish it all, okay? Eat up."

"Sigh, I really can't eat."

When the familiar sounds of his parents bickering rang in his ears again, the man suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

—It seems like I haven't heard such a sound in a long time.

"..."

Leisure time slipped away quietly, second by second.

My parents would occasionally chat about the neighborhood, and I would talk about what happened outside... The warm afternoon seemed endless, so quiet and peaceful that I wanted to stay there forever.

If things could always be like this, how wonderful that would be.

"Haha, really... Oh dear, honey, look how late it is!"

"Really? Oh dear, I forgot... Shall we change our clothes then?"

Just when the man thought the peaceful time would continue, his parents suddenly seemed to remember something and stood up from beside him.

But this simple action suddenly gave him a strong sense of unease.

"Wait, what... what are you doing?"

"You brat, are you still half asleep? It's getting late, your mother and I should go home."

...Time? This...time?

After hearing his father's explanation, the man immediately and subconsciously looked around.

But he couldn't find anything that looked like a clock, and even his cell phone, which he was supposed to always carry with him, wasn't in his pocket.

"Go back...wait! Where are you going back to?!"

"Xiao Mu, what's wrong? This is your home, we need to go back to our own home."

No...no!

In that instant, the man suddenly understood the meaning of the scene completely.

— What we thought would last forever, the so-called daily routine, often comes to an abrupt end at some unexpected moment.

"Could you... possibly stay for a moment?"

He remembered; he remembered his past.

His parents didn't live to this age... a few years after he entered society, they both passed away due to unexpected illnesses.

So, if they want to leave this room, that means—

"...Child, you have grown up."

"It's a pity that we can't accompany you through your whole life... You'll have to walk the rest of the road alone."

In a daze, my parents had already changed into their travel clothes.

The gentle sunlight still shone, and the melodious birdsong still lingered... but the man's body seemed to be frozen, unable to utter a single sound.

"Kid, you will have your own family someday, you will have your own children just like us, and you will also send your children off like we did."

"But no matter where you go, we will always be the people who have loved you from the very beginning."

"That's too cheesy... Alright, take care, brat, we're off!"

—It was just an ordinary afternoon.

The parents left home as if they were just going for a walk, while the children waited expectantly for their return.

"No, wait, don't... leave..."

—But such an afternoon never happened again.

……

Because this is the last time a person reunites with the past, and also the last time they say goodbye.

When that warm place of memories quietly crumbled and collapsed like sand, those who were immersed in it finally opened their eyes again.

This time, however, he completely lost those precious treasures.

—You who have lost your origin, where is your way home?