Bright red blood flowed from my mouth, my throat was filled with the taste of blood, and blood splattered into my eyes, making everything seem distorted.

It was bright red blood...

I don't know why, but I feel like I can't breathe, my eyes hurt a little, everything seems to slow down, and everything seems to speed up...

I reopened my eyes, calmed myself down, and kept breathing heavily, as if exhaling all the air from my lungs would make me feel better.

“I saw it…I saw everything…”

I did see it; I saw what my child looked like, but not now, but in the future…

That was my child, my precious child, my wonderful child. Will we meet again in the future? What will it be like?

"How are you feeling?"

My headache is quite severe. Is it because of the other person? Is it the work of some deity, forcing me to barely regain my senses, or is it the flow of time that instills this fear in me...?

"I will not desecrate time, I promise I will not desecrate time." I will not desecrate time. Time is a fascinating and indescribable beauty. Every minute and second that passes is unforgettable, isn't it?

Time is a truly magical thing; it's something that's hard to forget so easily...

"Take a good rest. You're not feeling well, are you? You haven't had a proper rest in a long time. Creation comes at a price, and your body is paying that price, but you've been ignoring it. How many lives have you created? Beware of Him..."

I woke up abruptly, and I suddenly realized what this was all about. The reason for my recent physical condition was that I had been talking to the souls of the dead for too long.

I have given what I promised them, but in doing so, my soul has been damaged and my body has been subjected to endless torment.

This is not a mistake... Of course I understand that, but I really can't give up all of this so easily. I can't let my child suffer. My child deserves to be happy. Children are the ones who should live a beautiful life. There is no sin in it. They are born in love!

“I’m sure I was born in love.” Bruno looked at this strange yet familiar deity, whom he hadn’t seen in so long. “I am not the product of experimentation, as you say. My mother loves me, my relatives love me, my family loves me, so I am not a product of suffering!”

Even if it were a god high above, if he attacked my family and everything I love, I would fight back with all my might!

“Hmm, now I think the flowers you mentioned are somewhat believable. You are a child who grew up in love, which is why you dare to tell me all this. After all, other people tremble when they look at me. Even if I am a gentle god, they would not dare to speak out of fear.”

Only children who grow up in love and are given enough love and respect will believe that everything can be discussed, will fight back with all their might when attacked, and will speak out when in pain.

She is a very good child, a child who grew up in love, so what does she want?

"I'm here for help. I want to get more... Originium."

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