Zhua froze, his eyes following his younger self only six years old as the little boy emerged from the wheat field and walked toward Zeuna, his mother.
Zhua raised his hand toward her, his steps quickening, his breath growing short.
He passed straight through her as if she were nothing more than a phantom, then fell to the ground and rolled through the wheat field.
Zeuna, who did not notice him, said to young Zhua, “Come on, we have to go eat.” Her tone was gentle, serene, and compassionate.
She took the young Zhua’s hand.
The little boy looked up at Zeuna with his small, golden baby eyes full of carefree innocence and began to speak.
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! Can I eat steak? Say yes! Say yes!”
“No, you’re not big enough to eat a whole one yet.” Her voice was flat and authoritative, yet it still carried a certain softness that was uniquely hers.
Young Zhua was troubled and wanted to keep arguing, but he abandoned the idea under the firm yet very gentle gaze of his dear mother.
The current Zhua, lying on the ground in the wheat field, lifted his eyes toward the three suns shining with a fierce, burning light.
Under their glow the wheat field looked like a field of pure gold, yet the suns themselves were the normal color of those in his own world.
It was a mysterious phenomenon ,the three suns took on this color every three days.
People said it was because the Primordial Lunar and Solar Goddess had created the three suns and three moons only after the third day of existence.
Zhua stood up and brushed off his pants, which were lightly covered in wheat.
Strangely, he was wearing normal clothes neither torn nor stained with blood despite his battle against that famous and mysterious Dark Hunter. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
This confirmed he was inside a dream, most likely after taking the blow from his opponent.
Looking at his clothes, he noticed he was wearing a strange outfit by his standards, one that contrasted sharply with anything he knew.
He wore a long-sleeved black shirt, a long black coat that reached down to his ankles, loose ivory-colored trousers, and black leather shoes.
The outfit was elegant too elegant.
Zhua had never had enough money to buy something like this; even the coat alone was worth more than everything he owned.
“If this thing comes with me when I wake up, I’m selling it immediately,” he thought.
That is, if he woke up at all and wasn’t already dead.
He laughed hard.
The sound that came from his mouth was hoarse, joyful, and a little mad.
“I’m in a fucking dream! Why should I hide my thoughts? I could scream them and no one would hear me!” Zhua shouted, beginning to giggle lightly as he turned around.
His steps were light as he followed his younger self and his adoptive mother.
The three of them arrived in the city.
The street was lively.
High in the sky one could see a steam-powered airship.
In his memories, Zhua at that age had always wanted to ride in one of those things yet even now he still never had.
Focusing once more on his past self and adoptive mother, the three continued walking through the crowded street.
Some villagers greeted Zeuna respectfully. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Little Zhua, however, was frustrated because the greetings were delaying their meal.
Zeuna quickly noticed Zhua’s frustration.
He wasn’t really hiding it,his cheeks were puffed out in an extremely sulky pout as he tugged at the hem of Zeuna’s dress.
She gently patted his head, her fingers sliding through his blond hair, and murmured in a soft, tender voice.
“Stop pulling on my dress and wipe that face off. Can you wait just ten more minutes?”
Young Zhua paused for a moment, thinking or at least trying to.
His pout didn’t disappear; it only grew smaller, still clearly showing his displeasure.
He stopped tugging on her dress but kept holding the fabric tightly between his small fingers.
His little golden baby eyes were clear and pure as he looked at his mother, yet they still held a faint spark of anger and impatience that clearly meant he wanted her to hurry so they could get home.
The older Zhua standing above him sighed slowly.
“Why did I act like that back then? Ah right… for the semblance of a childhood, with all its hazy and fractured memories,” Zhua lamented to himself.
At last they arrived in front of the church dedicated to the goddess who had died centuries and ages ago the Primordial Goddess of Life, who was also known as the Goddess of Death, for life and death can never be separated.
The Primordial Goddess of Life and Death, sovereign of the Realm of Life and Death!
The goddess of forest and dead!