Ch: 151 [The Final Lessons pt2]

Ch: 151 [The Final Lessons pt2]

During the final years of training, I started to show signs of dementia. The once-sharp mind that had guided Hina through countless lessons and imparted wisdom now struggled to hold onto memories and thoughts. It was a cruel twist of fate, to witness my own mental faculties deteriorating just as Hina stood on the precipice of her destiny.

The early signs were subtle—a forgotten name here, a misplaced item there. At first, I brushed them off as mere lapses in concentration, the natural result of a lifetime dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. But as time went on, the gaps grew wider, the memories slipping through my fingers like sand.

I couldn't deny the truth any longer. The clarity of thought that had once defined me was slowly fading away, leaving behind a fragmented and disoriented mind. Each day became a struggle to hold onto coherent thoughts, to string together words that made sense. I could see the confusion in Hina's eyes, the worry etched across her face as she witnessed the decline of her mentor.

I sought solace in the training chamber, the familiar surroundings offering a semblance of stability in a world that felt increasingly uncertain. The ancient scrolls and artifacts that adorned the walls held a lifetime of knowledge, but their secrets became elusive, slipping through the fog of my diminishing memory.

I don't even remember Skye's face anymore nor do I remember the ones who took her from me. But I can't let Hina know about my condition. She is deep in training. Disturbing her at this moment would be catastrophic.

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The once-vibrant chamber now seemed to mock me with its silent reminders of a past I could no longer grasp. The scrolls that once held profound wisdom now appeared as indecipherable symbols, taunting me with their secrets just beyond my reach. My trembling hands reached out to touch the delicate parchments, but the words slipped away like fleeting phantoms, leaving me grasping at empty air.

Hina, ever dutiful and devoted, would stand beside me, her gaze filled with concern and unspoken questions. She could sense the fragments of my mind slipping away, the erosion of my identity and the legacy I had strived so diligently to impart upon her. But I couldn't bear to burden her with the weight of my affliction. She had her own destiny to fulfill, her own battles to face, and I refused to let my fading mind become an obstacle in her path.

Every day became a battle against the encroaching darkness, the relentless assault on my memories and thoughts. I clung desperately to fragments of the past, hoping to piece together the jigsaw puzzle of my life before it shattered irreparably. But the harder I tried to hold onto those fading memories, the more they slipped away, like wisps of smoke dissipating into the air.

I would wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. Nightmares would haunt me, fragments of forgotten battles and lost loved ones merging with the present in a disorienting haze. The lines between reality and delusion blurred, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty. It was a cruel irony to be a guardian of wisdom, yet find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own mind.

I began to write a diary to keep things in order. I don't remember the one responsible for Skye's death anymore. I cursed myself. How could I possibly forget such an important thing?

Sometimes, an unknown face of a woman with white hair would come before my eyes, looking at me with a serene smile. She is so familiar, but I don't remember her.

This can't go on. I must find a solution. I must find a way to heal my mind. There is still so much to teach her.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as I immersed myself in a tireless pursuit of answers. I experimented with various remedies and treatments, drawing upon the scattered remnants of knowledge I could still grasp. Herbal concoctions and elixirs, each promising to restore clarity and preserve fading memories, were tested with hopeful anticipation. But time and again, their efficacy proved fleeting, their effects no more than temporary flickers of respite in the relentless march of my deteriorating mind.

Finally, after searching for a year or so, I heard a rumor of an ancient tomb. The rumors said that there is an ancient pond of healing, somewhere deep within the catacombs of that ancient tomb, guarded by unkillable minotaurs' guardians.

As Steppenwolf's words hung in the air, a surge of energy coursed through my veins.

[Skill: Cronos Activated]

Without hesitation, I activated my Cronos skill, stopping time for precious 10 seconds. Steppenwolf and his minions froze in their tracks, their menacing postures suspended in mid-motion. I swiftly blinked behind one of the minions, my sword gleaming with energy as I thrust it into his throat. A gurgled gasp escaped his lips, his life snuffed out before he had a chance to react.

With the first minion dispatched, I moved like a shadow, my movements swift and calculated. Blinking behind the second minion, I aimed for his heart, driving my sword through his chest. A brief look of shock and pain flickered across his face before he collapsed, lifeless.

I activated my invisibility skill, fading from their sight, and dashed into the tomb. I must restore my memories to face him.

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[Final memory fragment fusion completed]

[Ending Memory Simulation]

[Waking up the Host]

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AN: MC's dementia is the result of Skye's mind-blocking skill we saw when Emma Frost entered his mind.

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