Chapter 35: Eyelids (8)

Chapter 35: Eyelids (8)

The shelter was too far to walk, and the Wasteland wasnt benevolent enough to show mercy to those who came out unprepared.

Swish!

The sandstorm was as harsh as ever in the Wasteland. The third day after I couldnt carry my mother, I took refuge in a small cave.

The amount of dry food I brought was out, and it had been a long time since I drank water. I gave most of my share to my mother, but she couldnt swallow it and puked it back up.

D-36 is a narcotic poison. If not injected periodically, it takes the life of the subject. The kind of drug that is perfect when it comes to manipulating someone.

My mother and I were slowly dying in this cave in the Wasteland.

4 days, 5 days, the sandstorm stopped, but I had no strength to carry my mother out.

GGyosu my son.

I heard my mothers voice, who hadnt opened her eyes in several days. I felt it right away; these are going to be her last words. I had to stay by her side. I couldnt move with my legs, so I crawled close to her and lay next to my mother. Her hands, which had gone bony, in the past few months, stroked my face. She came to her senses, but it didnt seem like she could see my face.

My son

I am sorry if only I didnt go to Dome

My mothers dry hands caressed my eyes like wiping tears that didnt come out.

It isnt your fault

Just one sentence, and yet I felt like I could cry at those words. Tears touched the hands of my mother.

My poor baby I am sorry

Uh! Wwwwhhaaa

I couldnt say a thing like a child who runs to his mother with tears and buries himself into her warm body. I buried my face in her hands and cried.

There was no sign of pain on my mothers face. Just concern. She is concerned for her son, who will bear this guilt all his life as he walks through the Wasteland alone.

Clench!

I couldnt even understand how my dying mother was finding this strength.

Bite.

A hot liquid began to drop down my lips, and before I even realized what it was, my skinny body licked it.

Gyosu. You need to live. No matter what happens, no matter what you need to do, you need to be alive. As long as you are alive, you get to stand up again. Get it?

M-Mom? What is this?

Answer!

More blood dripped onto my face.

You will live! No matter what! You will live!

At my mothers strong words, I just nodded my head, and it was then that she managed to smile.

Right. Live. Living is good. Live

Thud!

My mother put those words into my mind and never got up again. I held my mother until her body had cooled down.

I should have died too. No matter what happened, I should have died there.

[But, you are a good son who listened to his mother]

He was waiting for death. However, the thirst satisfied by his mothers sacrifice further fueled his hunger. His pain was like his whole stomach was ripped apart and twisted. His thoughts of dying gradually disappeared. It was just hunger, and that hunger alone filled his mind. He couldnt rest due to starvation.

A typical accident wouldnt have caused this, but then strange thoughts ran through his mind.

Live! You need to live at all costs.

His mothers words and the drops of blood dripping down her lips. No matter what, you need to live.

What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do What to do.

What do I have to do? I

Mom

I couldnt remember what I did, but I do remember reminding myself of the will my mother had.

A few hours later, I was walking in the Wasteland.

The next day, I found a shelter.

The next day, I was back, walking through the Wasteland. There were no signs, but it was as if my body and soul were telling me I was in the right place.

A cave not far from the shelter.

Ahh, ahh

Mother was there.

Dark red blood smeared all over the place. A deep wound on the wrist. Memories of that time began to flow through my mind, and my throat burned.

Uhh uhhh Uhhhh.

I couldnt even get my mothers name out of my mouth. Because I couldnt dare call her. The horror in front of me was like a scene in hell; it was a frame that would forever bind me as I sat down.

[There is a beast inside every man if you peel off the thin shell that covers your consciousness, a huge beast you would have never imagined in life is]

I couldnt scream due to my broken heart and soul, which lost their path.

[Andre Gedroitz such a genius. To create such a realistic, lively, and exactly human-like NPC that does not lose autonomy under any circumstances. But did you know? Before Gedroitz disappeared, NPCs werent alive until now in GG ver 1. The more people played the game, the more NPCs started to move and act like the people.]

Just the thought was a nonsensical one. I got out of the connector and searched for the data on it. And below a lot of my log-in were these things which came.

<[Player data: Eddie time 23h 43m]>

<[Player data: Martha time 27h 25m]>

Something ridiculous was happening.

[It is the realm of God to create things that didnt exist. However, cloning something that already exists If it was such a genius to make something like this world, then wouldnt that be possible too?]

Eddie and Martha were NPCs that replicated the info of my parents. A precise reproduction of a persons ideas, actions, habits, and everything that made them who they were. In addition, the souls of all NPCs in the game were composed of data from a connected user.

[Abominable child, what you have found is not a warm resting place but a perfect dummy to replace your deceased parents. The dead ones? What did you know? You had new parents! Perfect ones to substitute and low and treat you the same as before!]

AHHHH!!!!

Clench!

The sense of disgust trapped over guilt. The face that had been ripped off my fingers turned bloody.

Get out! Get out of my head!

[Try and deny it! You knew right from the start! You just ignored that! There is no such thing as acceptable if anyone just loves you! If only you could run away from those memories! Anyone would have been fine!]

AHHHH!!!!

I wanted to pull its head out and puke, and I hated myself for even trying to forget all of it. I wanted to forget. But these werent things that could be simply forgotten. That I was trying to replace everything I have received so far!

I always remember answering Yes to the questions of Eddie and Martha.

Drip.

Dark red flesh was rising between the torn skin of the face. An infection that stopped near the neck rose to the jaw, and a sweet-scented voice cut through the crumbling consciousness.

[Shh. Do not be so sad. When you are unhappy, my heart hurts too. I will help you.]

Help me?

[Right. You have a father who died for you and a mother who has everything beyond that. However, you decided to forget the parents who raised you and replace them. Isnt that a heavy burden to carry alone?]

Heavy. Right, it was too heavy. I couldnt even stand on my own, so I wandered through the wilderness and took medicine, and because that wasnt enough, I tortured my body. Every time I felt pain, I was paying for my sins. The habit of self-harm continued for a year.

[Right. How painful must it have been to be locked up with such hate? Let me put it down. I will take it all with me.]

Take it with you?

[Correct. Your sins, your memories, your pain. I will take care of everything. You forget it and fall asleep.]

Crumble.

The last remaining ego of Professor began to crumble. The infection he had been looking at was now his vision, which could see nothing.

[Ahh, that is what it felt like to see the world, to have a body. Being a completed object. It really is beautiful.]

The monster tried to move into its new body. Contrary to its appearance, the body looked fragile. But there must be a way to bring it back. There was no affection, but he decided to ask his mother for help.

[Um?]

His body The infections must have proven all of it. Then why? Why is the arm not moving freely?

No

Clench!

Professors right arm moved slowly, but it was out of the monsters control, who was gaining control of his body.

I cannot give it

The burnt memories piled up in his wounds. The ego forcibly built on it crumbles, and small hidden fragments shine. Some call this the essence of life. Some call this humanity. Some call this the soul.

A decision shredded by pain at the extremes of life was holding onto the final consciousness.

Those sins are mine

My body, my life. I will carry them all on my back, even if I have to take them all. The memory of that moment when I have forsaken humans. And the memory of trying to replace those who gave me everything. That disgust. The pain is all mine. The prisoner of that sin must be me alone.

The right hand covered half of his face as he began to tear it apart.

[Wait, stop! Wh-Why dont you just give up?! What you feel is what I feel! This this pain is real! Your life will go on and on, full of pain! There is no hope in life unless you forsake those memories!]

Thud!

The arms began to twist. The sensation of limbs was back, and the pain of infection, which seemed to tear the body from the inside, came back. The heat was fine. This is right, because I deserve this pain and suffering.

Chak!

The half-squashed eyeballs began to regenerate, and vision was back. His voice faded away, and the guy was crying for some reason.

It is fine. This is how I decided to live.

I will not forget it. The dedication that day. And the me who was about to give it all up.

Chik!

Do not give up

Like that you need to live for sure live

The last memories I had of the two of them flashed quietly in front of my eyes.

Humans are hope-seeking creatures. Nonetheless, some broken and shattered souls continue their lives by suffering sins with the shame of clinging to a soul so fragile that it may be destroyed by a gust of wind.