Chapter 93 93: Disbelief

As Corey walked towards his family's mansion, his heart could not help but beat a little bit louder and faster than usual.

He got to the door of the mansion and with a soft exhale, he opened the door of the mansion.

A stunned expression appeared on his face the moment he saw the interior of the mansion.

He didn't know how to properly describe it, he didn't know what words to use.

The interior of the mansion just screamed of opulence and Corey was slightly bedazzled by what he was seeing.

A few seconds later, Corey inhaled then exhaled. He took a step forward, then walked to the direction his room was located in their previous home.

Although, he wasn't sure if his room was still in that direction, he just decided to go there since he knew nothing about this house.

A few minutes later, after opening the wrong doors multiple times, Corey appeared in a room which he guessed was his.

The room looked much better, finer and more beautiful than an even top class hotel rooms.

Corey observed the room for a few seconds before he walked towards what he guessed should be a wardrobe.

He opened it and when he did, a stunned expression appeared on his face when he saw so many expensive looking clothes in his wardrobe.

"How come?"

Corey had raised eyebrows but after thinking about it, he shrugged when decided that it didn't matter.

"This should last me for a while."

He spoke and with a calm expression, he touched the wardrobe and a second later, it disappeared into his spatial ring.

After the wardrobe disappeared, he looked around once again and after thinking about it, he decided to also take the bed in the room with him.

Some seconds later, he walked out of the room and walked to his next destination which was the kitchen.

His goal was to see if what Anna said about their new house having a refrigerator that had unlimited foodstuffs was true.

If it was and she was not joking, he planned on keeping the refrigerator since he would probably never have to worry about food again.

But the problem he was currently facing was how to locate the kitchen.

"I hope it's this door."

Corey sighed after speaking as he stood before a door with a slightly frustrated expression.

Ever since he started looking for the kitchen, he had opened two doors, but those three doors only had empty rooms which slightly frustrated him.

Without further ado, he opened the door and when he did, he stood rooted on the spot after seeing what was inside.

There was nothing bad or abnormal inside the room, no, it was just a normal large and beautiful room, but just by looking at the room, Corey knew it was his parents' room.

A few seconds later, he took a step inside and walked into the room.

He looked around with complex emotions in his eyes and just as he was looking around, a confused expression appeared on his face when he saw something on one of the bedside tables in the room.

He walked to the bedside table and with an extremely confused expression, he picked up a plain white mug.

He turned it over and when he saw five letters beneath the mug, his confusion increased exponentially.

"How is this possible?"

Corey muttered while looking at his name which was on the underside of the plain white mug in his hands.

This plain white mug in Corey's hands was something Corey would always recognize as long as his memories was still intact and he was still mentally alright.

This plain white mug was Corey's favorite mug which his dad mistakenly fell when he was berating him after showing him his poor result.

Before the apocalypse, Corey did not know why, he just loved this mug so much that he did not allow any other person, even his sister to use it.

He used the mug to drink water, tea, coffee, beverages, anything that was drinkable and he never got tired of the mug.

It was strange, yes, but that was how much Corey loved the mug.

The mug was a gift from his father when he was young and when his father asked him if he wanted his name to be placed on the mug, he said yes.

But he told his father to put his name underneath the mug because he loved the plain whiteness of the mug and he didn't want to ruin it.

When his father broke the mug, it actually pained him more than he showed it on his face, but since he was too tired and depressed at that point in time, he just pushed it aside since he was more worried about more important things.

But now, as he held his favorite mug which was in one piece, did not have a single crack on it and looked even newer and better than before, Corey could not help but become extremely confused.

Just as he was confused, his eyes landed on a familiar nylon on the floor beside the bedside table.

He crouched and opened it, but when he did, he stopped moving and his pupils shook.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips and he covered his eyes with his right hand.

"Why dad? Just why?"

He mumbled while chuckling with pain in his voice.

Inside the nylon bag were the broken pieces of his favorite mug which he picked up after his father ordered him to.

Seeing the broken pieces of his favorite mug and another replica of his favorite mug, Corey instantly knew why there were two of his favorite mugs.

His father used his wish for a perfect copy of his favorite mug.

When Anna told him that he would be shocked and surprised by his father's wish, she could not be more right.

"Although I really cared about my mug, did you have to use your wish on my mug?

Did breaking my mug really affect you that much?"

Corey who did not shed a single tear even when he saw the corpses of his parents, had little bit of tears dripping from his hands despite him covering his eyes.

His father using his wish for a replica of his favorite mug would be considered extremely stupid decision by most.

In fact, it was even stupid to Corey, but despite him finding the decision of his father stupid, his decision hurt him more than he expected and wanted.

Never in a million years did he think his father would use his wish on his favorite mug.

Never did he think his father would be so bothered by something that was 'insignificant'.

But the more he thought about it, the more he could visualize the events that happened when his father was probably making his wish.

His father did not believe in the wish screen at all and he said that the main reason he made his wish was because he was annoyed by the fact that the screen did not get out of his face, so he probably just made any random wish, and this random wish was about his favorite mug.

"Ah."

A low, painful and tearful moan escaped Corey's lips as he knelt on the floor, his hands tightly clenched around the mug in his hands, but surprisingly, it didn't break despite the fact that Corey's strength was definitely above that of a normal human.

Though, Corey did not notice any of this due to his erratic mental state.

A few seconds later, Corey sniffed then wiped off the tears from his eyes and a second later, with frigid cold reddened eyes, he spoke:

"If I don't destroy the temple of flames and kill the pope, then my name isn't Corey Zane."

After he spoke, Corey's pupils became white for an instant before it receded and became normal.

He stood with his favorite mug in his hands but a second later, it disappeared after Corey sent it to his spatial ring.

He released a soft sigh with his eyes closed after the mug disappeared, then he walked towards the door with Rhea who had not made a single sound on his left shoulder.