Chapter 13
"Ancestor, what happened to my grandson? Why isn't he waking up?
Is it some sort of backlash from his cultivation?" Hosa's grandmother tried to ask in a steady voice, but she couldn't hide the anxiousness in her voice.
"No. It's not a backlash. Everything is right with him. Even the soul energy and magic energy are stable. There is no disturbance.
There is no problem with his cultivation promotion too.
But still he's unconscious. There's nothing wrong with him but he's not waking up.", Ira Clan Ancestor frowned looking at Hosa who's been in an unconscious state for the past few days.
"Ancestor, can you use healing spells on him?", Impu asked with a grave expression.
"I tried to use them. But no use. His body is healthy. He can't be more perfect.
I tried to see if there's anything wrong with his soul. His soul wasn't damaged. It was pure with no impurities. I can say there are no spells used on him." Ira Clan Ancestor said seriously.
"Then why is he like this ? What happened to him? Ira Clan Ancestor can't you do anything to him?" Hosa's grandmother asked with teary red eyes.
"I think we should wait to see any changes in him.
I am going to call my granddaughter to help with him. She should be able to help with Hosa's situation. We must wait until she comes here", Ira Clan Ancestor said in a calm tone to assure them of Hosa's safety.
Hosa's grandfather and grandmother tried to relax their nervousness after listening to Ira Clan Ancestor.
Ira Clan Ancestor's granddaughter is one of the most famous and capable magic cultivators in healing magic.
In normal times there is no need to look for Ira Clan Ancestor's granddaughter. But it's been four to five days since Hosa fell into an unconscious state. Everything is right with Hosa. They couldn't find any problem with him. Even after Ira Clan Ancestor made a thorough check on Hosa's soul they couldn't find anything wrong with him. At last resort they have to look for Ira Clan Ancestor's granddaughter.
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Hosa woke up on the seventh day.
His grandmother was looking after him while he was unconscious. When Hosa's eyes trembled and his body lightly shook, she immediately became alert.
By the time Ira Clan Ancestor and Impu came to meet Hosa, he caught his head in his hands and seemed to be in great pain. He grit his teeth, sweating and tears dropping from his eyes. For nearly five minutes Hosa was in that same position gripping his head and crying with pain.
Ira Clan Ancestor tried to use spells to relieve him from the pain. But it failed to ease his headache.
After five minutes Hosa's headache eased. He was tired and became drowsy. He couldn't take it anymore and slept.
Ira Clan Ancestor and Hosa's grandparents left the room quietly.
"Look after him. After he wakes up again, call us", Ira Clan Ancestor said to Hosa's grandmother and left with Impu. Hosa's grandmother nodded and entered the room to watch over Hosa.
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Hosa fell unconscious after listening to some strange voice in his mind.
For the past seven days he was seeing some slides of memory scenes.
Everything that happened in them seemed like a forgotten past of him.
He thought if someone's using an illusion spell on him.
But Hosa felt like those scenes aren't illusions. Those memories felt too real.
The person in those memories looked exactly like him. It's like seeing himself in a mirror.
But he's different from him in every way except looks.
His dreams, his story, his life everything is different from him.
He lived in a place secluded from the outside world.
He had a loving mother. A strict but caring father.
He had the same all elemental affinity to magic like him.
But
Unlike him, that guy dreamt of swords and magic.
To pursue them he left his village.
He was hardworking and diligent in his training and practice.
He was brave,gallant and kind in his actions.
He became a famous Sword and Magic Cultivator.
He was the number one cultivator in his realm.
But Life isn't a smooth sail.
He was pursued by an Evil Emperor.
He disappeared from the world to escape from him.
He kept his family a secret so none knew about them.
Who knew his tale reached the ears of his parents.
They were in extreme sorrow.
They only wanted him to lead an extremely happy life.
But now,
Their one and only son was in a life threatening situation.
They couldn't ask for the enemy's mercy.
They might see their son dying with their own eyes.
They decisively came to a decision.
They made a gamble.
Without any hesitation they sacrificed their lives to a Demon God in exchange for the safety of their son.
Years later he won. But looking at his victory there's only grief. For his enmity his parents had to gamble their lives, sacrifice themselves for his safety.
There's no victory.
There's no peace in his life from that moment.
There's always a forced smile on his face.
There's no rain of emotions from then on.
There shouldn't be any more tragedy in his life.
He persevered in his Cultivation.
He had a sole purpose, to become invincible in the world.
He raced against time.
He never hoped for a smooth life again.
He fought countless battles from then.
He saved countless lives, sons and daughters of many families from the beasts; demons and evil Cultivators.
When the sun sets he wants no more tragedies, no broken families.
He became the youngest God.
He became a Great God(?)
He became the strongest True God(?)
He became the Supreme God of the universe.
He never stayed in the Gods Realm, it's a paradise built on the destruction of the weak.
They never cared about the massacres in the Mortal Realm.
He stayed among mortals.
He walked with them.
Fought in many wars against Demon invasions.
He fought alone in front of the Evil Gods. He stood with a sword and slayed the Evil Gods.
Their death was his entertainment. A cause for a genuine smile.
The Gate to the Evil Realm disappeared, hid from him.
Then he disappeared from the world.
He trained for thousands of years.
He steeled his heart.
He entered the Universe's Forbidden Realm.
He faced three thousand cores(?)
Cores(wait.what?)
Still he didn't show them his spine.
He fought for invincibility.
He had only managed thirteen strikes on them.
But still there's only a smile on his face when he died.
He never regretted dying in vain.
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Hosa was immersed in that past life for a week. He couldn't believe those memories. He couldn't imagine a past life like that.
He was entangled with strange emotions awakening his past life memories. Those memories told him weird things in the end.
He felt a great pressure in his head after looking at the end of his memories. It felt like needless piercing hid his soul.
He couldn't bear a sharp pain like that.
He wanted to die but no he couldn't do anything.
He cried with pain,tears rolled down his cheeks.
After what seemed a long time the pain eased.
He couldn't even breathe properly.
He was too tired to move.
He felt drowsy.
He didn't try to stay awake and slept.
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