If this is reality that mean I can change the possibilities and the fate that intertwine by the god 'Chronos', the diety that is the absolute ruler of time.
Changing fate huh?
Never have I ever think of changing my fate due to the complexity of time paradox, but this is a not changes in the fate line, instead it is a full reset to the timeline.
I never thought of making any changes, since I thought of this as merely my memories. Changing the destined results would simply lead to absolute nothingness.
But it's a different story if this is reality.
A-and... how am I able to travel back to the past?
"Brother, what's wrong?",
Said Annie
Her voice brings me back to reality from my deep thought
"Yeah, I'm okay. It's just a little cut",
I blatantly answer as a reflex to hide the complexity of my thoughts.
I patted her head after we cleaned the shatted glass, and I headed to my room.
I lay on my bed and put my arm on top of my forehead.
To prevent my most miserable memories I have to receive my Calling as soon as possible.
To be able to use the power of my Calling I have to imprint my blood on the Staue of Irene at the church of Irene but they would never let child of 9 year old to enter.
If my theory is correct, I do not have the mental age of a child because the memories and experiences of my past life with also be considered as a mental progression.
The Statue is being protected by the priest of the church at every moment of the day. However the priest at our village is old and wise, thus he would never believe the word of a child that muttered the fact that even a fool couldn't believe in.
I have atleast 7 months until the day of the raid comes. I have to get my calling and get used to this body of a child as soon as possible.
For the next 3 months I tried my best to trains as my daily routine when I was king of Draknarok.
I started of little at first since I can't rush thing to build up at strength. Foundation is important in everything.
Eventhough no word was said. I can clearly feel the surprise sensation of my family members.
The Jin that hated to train and always expect that his calling would change his life with no effort started to become hyperactive.
Everyday after the normal delivery work that mom assigned me to do. I trained till my body give me signa that I should stop. My sweats that is dripping from my body and the muscle pain that show the embodiment of my progress is just the first step to everything.
The day finally come for me to attempt to sneak into the church and receive my Calling.
I waited till the middle of night.
Checking the see Annie and Mary sleeping soundly in their beds. I approach the slowing hoping the creaking of the old wooden door of our house won't wake them up.
The silent night and the chilling wind outside. The echoey crying of crickets. Leaves falling from trees because of gushes of wind hitting them making small little sound but noticable. Gemstone lanterns are turned off since there's no need to waste precious mana, making the road pitch dark.
It took me a while for my eyes to adjust to this pure darkness. I hold a knife in my hand both to protect myself and to cut my hand open for blood to imprint on the statue.
The short distance road from the house to the Church seems long but I arrived at my destination peacefully.
The tall massive stone church almost the size of our townhall is in front of me. The massive door almost consider as gate that always open for prayer from the people during the day are now closed at night.
I know that open the gate would created sound that could attract unwanted attention so the I went around a church to sneak through the window.
Eventhough the window are locked, it's that hard to lock pick it open from my prior experience.
I jump through the church's window the see the light of the candles at the altar in front of statue still lit up.
"what is your purpose sneaking in here in the middle of this cold night, child?",
the voice of an old man muttered from the shadow of the dark.
I look to the directions the voice comes from the see the priest still awakes and praying.
There he stood with his white robe that the church provided, his big belly and his short white hair covered by his white hat. Holding the symbol of Irene that look like a golden scale.
The plan changed but it is not ruined.
"I come to get my calling, priest!",
I seriously shout at the priest.
"How can a mere child tried to break the rule set the goddess of creation herself",
the priest answered with a chuckle
"Return home right this moment, and I will speak of this disgrace of action to no one",
said the priest
"No!"
I shouted because of the complications
"Why my dear child? why do you seek this power that you can't handle at such age?",
he further questioned.
"I have to protect my family and everyone here, but I can not provide you the reason as to why i have this thought"
I speak my word with my most serious tone.
"Hahaha! Dreaming of becoming a hero aye? Your time will come, but not right now"
he laughed.
"Every child like you comes here with high mighty ambition while uttered nonsense lies just to get power earlier that the set fate",
he explained as if he had seen everything.
I approach closer to him slowly.
"Even if you manage to imprint your blood on the statue, the calling of lady Irene won't provide power to such young child",
he explained.
"Doing this provide you with nothing more than defiling the name the lady Ire-"
He stop his explanation mid way when he glanced to look at my eyes.
"Oh hoh such a serious face. Fine, you can defile her name but you to get through me since I would never let anyone do this while I'm alive. You don't wanna hurt this old man do you?"
He smiled at me and patted my head.
The moment he crouched down to pat my head.
"..."
I bring the knife and shoves it through his throat!
His eyes whitened as if he had seen demons. The warm body of such old man falls to the floor in front of the dead goddess he worshipped all his life.
"Ahh...you are this s-serious. haha how stupid of me to get caught off guard like this..",
He look up to me, while doing his best to breath.
I took the knife out from his throat while covering his mouth to lessen as much noice as possible.
His blood gushing from the cut wound and spread everywhere. Due to the old unsharpened kitchen knife the wound was far bigger than I expected. It was so deep that I can see his spinal cord.
I feel like killing him for him doing his job and following his beliefs is wrong, but this time it's either his death or the painful death of my family.
As king I need make sacrifice for the greater good. I have to be selfish for my people. It's just part of painful bitter taste of deciding whose life to spare.
I walked toward the statue, at the same time cutting my hand open.
I clench my fist to make blood spread thoroughly in my entire fist.
The statue of Irene is so big that it almost reach the top of the church tower. Her eyes closed with chopped of hands of the 'World Eater'. Her left hand holding a scale while her other hold a sword.
At the feet of the statue. There are many bloody handprints covering almost all of the empty space. Most blood are so dried that it almost become a part of the statue.
As I reach my bloody hand to touch the statue in order to get my Calling.
I feel an immense bloodlust directing to me, yet I couldn't sense any presence at all.
The bloodlust was so strong that it made suffocating for air, sweats falling down everywhere. I've never felt anything like this before even in my past life.
I thought that I'm about to die again at any moment.
But then...It all stopped like nothing ever happened.