Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1283: Misty Rain Again

Thinking of this, I could only nod silently. In fact, I was the last one to nod. Of course, I didn't want to agree to this. Of course, I thought it was unreliable, but what could I do? My companions also agreed reluctantly, and I finally compromised. Only this was the best outcome, and perhaps it should have been like this a long time ago. Three months later, the child also reached the final step. Of course, we all died. The woman was still very happy, and the child was happy. He hadn't felt any discomfort these days. Today was the last day, and there was nothing unusual. Today was also the child's birthday, and I hoped to celebrate the child's birthday like this. I asked curiously, is it really a good day? The woman shook her head, saying the child didn't remember any of this. She'd just told him to celebrate his last birthday like this, otherwise there would be regrets. It was less than a week before his original birthday, and if he waited a week, we wouldn't be able to extend his life. So I nodded silently. The woman lit the child's birthday candles and asked him to make a silent wish. After blowing out the candles, we shared the cake. It was a large one I'd bought. I gently took out the gift box. The child curiously asked what it was. I told him it was a peace bracelet, hoping he would always be safe. The child smiled faintly, and seeing his pale face, I silently shed tears. Of course, I couldn't cry directly because he didn't understand anything yet! But when the child saw his mother's sorrow, his heart tightened. He silently wiped her tears away and curiously asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you feeling sad on such a beautiful day?" If that were the case, she wouldn't have eaten the cake. The mother wiped away her tears and told the child she was happy, happy that she was no longer sick or tortured, and that she had a new life. Of course, these words were spoken against her will. The mother wanted her child to continue living in this world, not re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. The mother believed that if the child had a new reincarnation, the new life would no longer recognize her. I called the mother aside and told her about this. The mother curiously asked if there was a chance for me to meet her child again. I nodded and said that it would take at least five or six years, and at most ten years. We would definitely meet again. The mother nodded and said that she knew about this and hoped that we would let her see the child. Seeing how humble they were, I was too embarrassed to say anything. What was the purpose of the family ending up like this? Wasn't it all because of us? If we hadn't attempted time travel, perhaps the order of time wouldn't have collapsed, perhaps the timeline wouldn't have had such a negative impact. We wouldn't have had to do this. But now it's too late, nothing can be undone. The child can only slowly fade away in this environment. If we had discovered it earlier, perhaps the world wouldn't have to change in this direction. But now there's no turning back. I really want this to be a dream, this whole thing is fake. That child could have had a wonderful life, instead of reincarnating to serve us. We certainly wouldn't have needed that child for anything. But now, looking at that child, I feel so bad for him. He never thought of himself, never thought of his mother, born to do things for us, only to see that his life would end, and he would have to turn around and enter the next life, where we would find him. We might become the object of that boy's endless gratitude, but do we really deserve it? For all we did, shouldn't we be endlessly reviled? Why should we even be thanked? Thinking of this, of course some words that I don’t deserve came to my mind, but I was powerless to change the situation. All this was supposed to happen, and all this was irreversible. Perhaps when the day comes to reverse the world, we will see that the world has changed. We may be so unfamiliar with this world that we don’t know anyone in this world. Our relatives and friends will be farther and farther away from us. Perhaps the person closest to us is only ourselves, but we ourselves don’t know it. It was misty and rainy again, and we walked in the long street. The child was gone. That day was beautiful.