"Understood. Then have a wonderful day Limitless, I shall explain the details of my support when you return tonight."
At Philip's words, I felt a wave of nausea. A force directed at my soul was drawing sowhere.
This was similar to the summoning at the beginning of the night.
As I surrendered to the pull, my consciousness faltered and imdiately faded.
***
The chirping of birds was the first thing I heard when I woke up. I felt a gentle warmth from the rays of the rising sun on my face. Worried about where the hell I was, I opened my eyes and checked my current situation.
I was lying on a bed in a small room. Various items such as video gas, model kits, and posters decorated it. Most of them were to my taste.
"Why wasn't I in my shitty apartnt?" I asked no one in particular.
It was just that I rembered. I had already canceled the lease on my old place. So where did I go back to?
Looking around, I belatedly realized why I liked all these objects.
"Wait, isn't this my room? In my old house?"
Surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, I ended up waking up in my old bed in my father's house. Nostalgia ca in buckets as I looked around the familiar room. The old posters of ani and video gas I adored were still there.
I hadn't been back here since I left all those years ago. My resentnt from the ho I lost and my shitty dad made it hard. I often hung out at Earl's or Caroline's during holidays or when I had free ti.
For so reason, my dad and I knew we should celebrate separately. Subconsciously, we knew that spending the holidays together would be a terrible decision.
After Earl's daughters beca teenagers, it beca harder to hang out with Earl's family. Their mother told to avoid hanging out there unless Earl was present.
Being raised with traditional values, they didn't believe that unmarried n and won should mix in the sa room.
I stuck to Caroline like glue after that, but after we broke up, I didn't have a place in Phoenix anymore, so I left. I absentmindedly looked through my old stuff.
Dad could have made so money renting out my room to soone else, but apparently he didn't.
Feeling bitter about his seemingly contradictory approach to raising , I pulled out the note I got from the storage with Lily.
'John, I am sorry for having been a terrible father. I leave you this armory. It's not much, but I hope it will keep you safe and allow you to protect what you value most. Know that you are my pride. - Dad'
"..."
Sohow, knowing he didn't get rid of my stuff spoke volus about my old man. Finishing my trip down mory lane, I left my room and surveyed the rest of the house, a house that technically belonged to .
As if he knew he was going to die soon, the old man had sohow paid the full mortgage and taxes for several years in advance.
Lucky for he did, otherwise I would have co back today when soone else owned it.
While having one was a luxury in this day and age, I had few fond mories of my family.
So it was like I was a stranger. Even though this was the place where I grew up.
I suddenly rembered Isolde's dilemma. To beco a Specter, one had to give up one's mories. If I wanted to beco a Revenant. One thing was for sure, one day I would co back here and rember nothing.
"..."
I didn't know why, but I felt bitter when I thought about losing my mories. It wasn't that I wanted to keep them, it was just that this was sothing you could not fight against.
When I left the old house, I was in a very bad mood. There were so enemies you could kill. A thief, a monster, or a demon, anything that bleeds can be killed.
Then there were those that made you powerless. Natural disasters, sickness, ti.
No matter how powerful you beca, you could not win against the laws of this world. That went against what I now knew. If even the people from the mythologies were reapers, couldn't I beco as powerful as them?
Nature, death, ti, even the laws of physics. A reaper's {Fate} had the power to overturn such things. Didn't {Rewind} or the girl's {fates} prove this to be true?
Montum, space, gravity, light, cyberspace, sound, stamina, and finally ti.
Our {Fates}, though formless, had incredible potential. While others might see them as trash, my combat records showed otherwise.
Granted, we could not manifest soul weapons, but I felt that the nature of the Formless was just misunderstood.
Maybe it was just my own arrogance, but sohow, I believed I was onto sothing. My {Kist}, born from the union of our {Fates}, showed adaptability and incredible utility.
My {Reveal}, {Booster}, {Sheathe}, and {Draw} classes. Each one was complex in every sense of the word. I would feel insulted if soone thought my {Kist} were garbage, they were like my children in a way.
As I walked the familiar streets, I made my way to get sothing to eat. After choosing the local diner, familiar faces who knew were present. I didn't chat with any of them and concentrated on finding a seat.
Right now I needed a plan. Assassins were coming for . My ho base needed to be sowhere where I could take on any fight. I also needed to rework my {Kist} classes and upgrade my equipnt.
I robotically found a spot as my mind raced to co up with solutions. The main problem was money. Everything I needed to do on Earth required money.
"Wait! Didn't I make a lot of money?"
I tapped behind my ear to find my GRI missing.
"Right, I am not in combat. No wonder even Aira isn't here."
I pulled out my phone and eagerly checked my earnings.
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