Chapter 1

A person's life has various ways of living.

Some people are in the prime of their lives.

Some people live in constant fear.

Some people have a bright future ahead.

Some people live in sorrow and hardship.

And for a child who is only two years old, none of these can be realized.

So, how can one describe the way this child lives?

Treading on thin ice?

In constant fear?

At least, to outsiders, this child should be living like that.

Of course, a child who is only two years old cannot understand the helplessness and hardships of life, no matter what.

Therefore, even if fate is truly unfair to him, making him live in this way, the child should not be able to comprehend it.

However, at this moment, the child is indeed "understanding" everything.

The disordered breathing is not due to physical fatigue.

The blurred consciousness is not due to mental exhaustion.

Everything inside is gradually going wrong.

All means are insufficient to maintain this existence that is about to fade, and cannot provide even the slightest comfort.

This is everything the child can feel.

So, he knows.

He himself is preparing for the true sense of the word —— "end."

However, the child does not have any thoughts about this.

There's no way.

The boy had already known that he would eventually face this day long before.

It's just that this day came a bit too soon.

If according to the results displayed by the most advanced computational devices, such a "cessation" should have taken about ten more years.

In other words, facing his destiny on this day was not part of the "plan."

But, what difference does it make?

"After all, whether it comes early or late, there's no difference."

Perhaps, if it were an ordinary person, having ten more years would certainly create many beautiful memories.

Humans are like this; even if they know they will eventually enter the grave, they still live desperately to leave more footprints and meaning in this world.

If he were an ordinary person, he would certainly complain about the unfairness of fate, which brutally took away these precious ten years, and might even roar at God and curse the deities.

But even this is a luxury.

"Even if I had ten more years, I couldn't leave anything behind."

This is not because of any overly complex reason, but simply because he "cannot act."

Like an old man on the verge of death, the boy's body cannot support him to engage in activities like an ordinary person.

Given this, to put it bluntly, even if he had ten more years, the boy could only lie in bed and could not take a single step into the outside world.

Even if that step were tiny, it would be the same.

Since that's the case...

"Why waste more time?"

This is not because of self-pity or self-abandonment; the boy has simply come to the conclusion that he "does not want to continue like this anymore."

Therefore, at this moment, the boy is accepting his fate with a clear mind.

The world's operation.

The passage of time.

Confusion.

Anxiety.

Fear.

All of these are no longer relevant to the boy.

What he can feel is only himself and the gradually collapsing inside.

Gradually, even this awareness is beginning to fade.

If measured by time, in about a few seconds, the boy's bodily functions will cease.

In other words, he will die.

No, it should be called "premature death."

This is the boy's fate.

Logically, it should not be something a two-year-old child should be aware of.

There are no means in modern times to save this fate.

Unless it is —— "a miracle."

But does such a thing exist in modern times?

The boy thought.

At this moment, the boy did not think at all.

In the next instant, he received what he wanted.

"If this is what you lack, since God does not give it to you, I will give it to you."

When this voice sounded, the boy's nearly exhausted spirit was taken aback.

Because this voice not only directly entered the boy's gradually fading consciousness but also seemed to penetrate his soul, being recognized by it.

This was a voice carrying indifference, transcendence, and could be said to have no human emotion whatsoever.

Hearing this voice, the boy could only be stunned, without even the strength to understand what was happening.

Though the boy, at the age of two, incredibly understood everything he was facing, he had only "knowledge" and no "experience."

Thus, the boy's fading consciousness, which even he could no longer recognize, could only ask a question.

"Who are you?"

This was the only thought the boy had.

And the other party answered.

And it was no longer the indifferent, transcendent voice without human emotion.

"Me?"

After a moment, the other party responded with a very complex tone.

"I am just a 'human.'"

To the boy, who seemed like a deity, this being not only called itself a "human" but also gave the boy a sentence.

"I hope you can continue to live as an ordinary human."

This was the last sentence the other party left for the boy.

At the same time, it was a sincere, heartfelt sentence.

This sentence would accompany the boy's entire life.

Naturally, the voice of the one who spoke this sentence would greatly influence the boy's future fate.

The boy did not know any of this, nor did he have the right to refuse it.

Now, the boy only knew one thing.

That is...

"Can... I... continue to live...?"

This question received a silent answer.

"——"

A dazzling light suddenly illuminated the boy's entire world.

"Ah..."

Looking at the light, the boy let out a cry.

It was a sound of extreme emotion.

Instinct had already understood it.

That light would save him.

Thinking of this, the boy, as if reaching out to that light, immersed his consciousness in it.

And in the end, the last thing the boy saw was an object.

A ring floating in the light, as dazzling and brilliant as the light itself, yet extremely ancient, mysterious, and alluring.

Thus, the boy finally could continue to live as a human, gaining a new life.

Unfortunately, this life could not be as ordinary as the one who spoke the words had said.

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