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"Arghh."

A groan escaped my mouth as my eyes fluttered open.

My body ached in pain, but my back hurt more than ever.

It felt like my back had been slammed again and again with a metal rod for hours.

[You fell twice on your back, what else do you expect?]

'Can you shut up, man?'

I groaned, gazing up and finding an unfamiliar ceiling—a pure white one.

'Hospital it is.'

I thought, letting out a tired sigh.

Shifting to my side, I looked around, finding myself alone in the room.

The beeping of the machines was the only sound in the background.

Looking around, I found the insignia of the Pargoina Empire engraved on the wall.

'Willis?'

Dada!!

'...We are safe for now.'

I thought, letting my body relax.

"What happened?"

I mumbled, shifting and lying on my stomach.Ne/w novel chapters are p/u/blished on no/vel(/bin(.)c/o/m

The last thing I remembered was being on the broken bridge with Olesia before I lost consciousness.

[...You partially awakened your racial trait.]

"...I see."

I mumbled, closing my eyes, with only one question in my mind.

....How?

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

I grumbled, reaching up and massaging my temples.

I never awakened anything like that in the game.

In the first place, it wasn't possible for me because I didn't have any mana in my body since childhood.

[...Do you remember what happened when you fell into the river?]

"...I heard voices."

Whispering softly, I vacantly looked at the white tiles.

There weren't many things I remembered, but one thing was clear: that one voice.

"...My mother's voice."

I whispered tiredly.

Why, of all people, did I hear her voice in my head?

[She might know you have awakened.]

"...Are you not feeling repulsed?"

I asked awkwardly.

...If anything, I don't want that.

[Why would I?]

"You can guess my race, right?"

I whispered, shifting my torso and placing my legs on the ground.

[Yes, what about it?]

"...Don't you know about them?" I asked, moving towards the door, "Even in the forsaken families, we are the ones hated the most."

[That doesn't mean anything to me, Az. You are still the same—dumb little boy.]

"...What the fuck do you mean, dumb?" I grimaced, opening the door, "I am smarter than you."

[Sure, you are.]

"..."

Since when did he start being sarcastic?

"Hmmm?"

But as soon as I opened the door, a girl stood in front of me.

"..."

"Oh, now you remember you have a brother?" I asked, annoyance clear in my voice.

"Why are you so grumpy all the time?" She frowned, trying to pinch my arm.

"Don't touch me." I moved away, walking faster to avoid her.

"Hey, Azariah!!"

Sometimes I wonder if that girl even has any brains or not.

How can she be so dumb?

[....You could just tell her—]

'Tell her what? Do I have to say everything for them to understand it?'

[...]

Seriously, day by day, my suspicions keep on growing.

Why the fuck was I so kind to everyone?

Was that all done of my own accord?

Did I really want to help them?

Why did I even help them by hurting myself?

Was that all a lie?

Was my personality never my own?

"Azariah!!"

"What!?" I shouted back, turning around to look at Avril.

"Why are you not listening?" She asked, looking at me.

"Because I am avoiding you." I replied, glaring at her, "Now, do me a favor and stay the fuck away."

I turned around, walking away from her.

I can't.

I can't do it anymore.

While wearing so many masks on my face, I have already forgotten who I really am.

Am I really kind, or am I just a bastard?

Am I even a human?

'..Wait, I am not.'

I chuckled at my own stupid joke.

"Hey."

My steps halted as I heard a soft whisper from behind me.

"What is it?" I asked, turning back to look at Christina.

"She ran away crying." She replied, standing in front of me.

Guilt crept into my heart, but I quickly shrugged it off.

"Then you should have gone after her." I replied, looking at her.

"Maybe." She agreed, nodding her head, "But it seems you need more help than her."

She extended her hand to grab mine, but I didn't let her.

"I have already seen it." She whispered softly, making me stop my protest.

She rolled up my sleeves, the cuts and burn marks lay bare for her to see.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." I mumbled as she touched them lightly as if they were fresh.

"You're not going to tell me how it happened, are you?" She asked, glancing up.

"..."

My mouth remained shut as I just looked at her.

"I have said it many times, but I will say it again so your small brain can register it." She whispered softly, looking into my eyes.

"If you want to share anything, I am always there for you and always will be."

"...I know." I replied, rolling my sleeve back to hide it, "...I am guessing you already know about it."

"Aljanah family." She whispered softly, nodding her head, "...The only living descendants of the Fallen."

"Are you alright with it?" I asked, uneasiness filling my voice, "You know we are not the most likable bunch."

"That doesn't concern me." She replied, shrugging as a smile returned to her face, "If anything, I got my own personal flying vehicle."

"Yeah, very funny." I replied with a deadpan look on my face.

"Anyway, I wanted to talk about something." She said, her face turning serious.

"What?"

"It's about Ethan."