Chapter 287 A Pitiful Cannon Fodder

Chapter 287 A Pitiful Cannon Fodder

Pain and suffering.

Those two feelings had always been constant in my life.

The memories of warmth and happiness I last felt decades ago were gradually turning blurry in my head.

My two best friends, who cared for me very much, were the only ones whom I could still vaguely remember in my hazy memory.

Boo and Albion.

They made me feel wanted.

They made me feel happy.

They made me feel alive.

And most of all, they made me feel loved.

"I miss them very much," I said as I looked at the younger boy whom I suddenly found inside the hazy world that I was in.

I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not, for even dreaming had become a luxury that I didn't possess.

"Then, can you share your memories with me?" the boy asked. "I want to see everything from beginning to end. I want to know everything so that I'll be able to come up with a plan to save you."

"Save... me?" I couldn't help but smile despite the pain I was feeling. "No one can save me. Boo and Albion had tried multiple times. The only way you can save me is if you kill me."

The boy shook his head before raising his hand to touch the side of my face.

"You've been hurt too deeply," the boy said softly. "You no longer dare to hope because you know that having expectations will only break you. You no longer dare to dream because everything will disappear when you wake up."

At that moment, I felt something warm and wet slide down the sides of my face. I knew I was crying because this was something that I often did from time to time whenever the pain became too unbearable for me to endure.

Each time I merged with the body of one of those who were called Wanderers by the people of Artem, my dying body would be born anew, only to break down again after ten years.

Unfortunately, I had reached my limit.

This was the last time that I'd acquire a new vessel. After it broke down again, my end would finally come.

Perhaps, this in itself was a blessing.

Ten years. I just need to endure ten more years of pain and suffering.

After that, I will be free...

Although I feel sorry for the young lady whose life would be snuffed out and whose body would be taken over by me, I'm unable to do anything.

I'm unable to stop the process from happening.

I'm no different from a puppet being controlled by a puppeteer to do whatever they wanted with my powers.

"Just kill me," I stated. "End me. That is the only way you can save me."Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

If I were to die, the being using my power to break through into the rank of a Celestial would not be able to reach his goal.

I wanted to die so badly, for that was the only way that I could spite him.

The only way I could make him feel despair like how I endured decades of suffering due to his selfish goal.

But, I couldn't be saved.

Forced to do things against my will.

But soon, it would all end.

I only needed to endure ten more years, and my suffering would finally end.

"Worry not."

The boy's words broke me out of my daze.

"You are one of my people. The threads that have bound you, I will cut them all one by one. I will free you from the bindings of Fate, and I will allow you to live a life worth living."

"And I will promise you one more thing."

The boy then stood on tiptoe to kiss my forehead before staring straight into my eyes.

"Those who look down on my people."

"Those who step on their dreams..."

"Those who think that they can brush them off with impunity..."

"Will face the wrath of me, Thirteen."

The boy smiled and parted the hair that covered my face.

"Thank you, Callie," the boy said as his body slowly turned into particles of light, slowly disappearing from my sight. "I look forward to meeting you soon."

As his final words reverberated inside my head, I noticed that the pain that I was feeling in my body had subsided.

It was still there, but it was much more tolerable.

"Thirteen," I muttered. "He said that his name is Thirteen."

I didn't know what happened, but for some reason, I was starting to look forward to returning to the Arcadia Archipelago.

There, Boo and Albion would still be waiting for me.

But, it would no longer be just the two of them.

There was one more person who promised to save me.

I, who no longer dared to hope.

I, who no longer dared to dream.

I, who no longer wished to live, suddenly felt as if someone had reached out to me from another world or dimension.

"Thirteen," I said softly. "I'll see you soon, Thirteen."

With that, I once again closed my eyes. And for the first time in forever, I started to pray to whatever Gods that would listen to my pitiful prayer.

"Please, let my suffering end."

"Please, let this be the last time."

I wasn't aware at that time that, from within the vastness of the multiverse, a wooden staff that was traveling at great speeds hummed as if to answer my call.