Hearing this, Crocus was stupefied and didn't know what to say.
"Did you hate them?"
The old only gave an empty smile.
"My hatred can't do anything. However, the feeling that I'm feeling whenever I am reminded of that is something I can't explain. I always ask, why me? Why can they do it to me? Why can't I become like them? Why am I not able to do that to them? Why? Why?
"That's why right here, right now I want to get one of the seven demon spirits! To change! To change everything about me! To change everyone, everything I want to change!!!"
After releasing his emotional outburst, the old man's bird flew away. He stood up and went in the statue's direction where there was a carving of the seven demon spirits.
Crocus, however, was staring at the ground silently.
'I don't know how to react to that, I feel... I... If I were in that situation, what would I do? What should I do? I can only imagine myself skewing them both in a stick alive because I know my pride won't accept that. Or enslave their Family and never feed them until they die of hunger...'
Crocus could only sigh.
'I can't do anything about it, nor do I want to do something about it. It's not like it's my life, but it's good to at least know why the old man is envious. I need to get going.'
Crocus walked slowly. The life of the old man affected him but he knew that if there was a time he would experience that, he wouldn't want to be weak as the old man.
He stopped walking for a moment. He froze forcefully and closed his eyes.
'Crocus, remember you'll be a king. those kinds of experiences would be normal in your eyes. You will get a lot of girls and a harem that would be your plaything.'
All his worry, all his problems of becoming a zombie disappeared in an instant. He opened his eyes and thought.
"Now I feel good. I wonder what is happening outside of this park and in this City. Must have been chaotic like in my imagination. I shouldn't have left far away, and I wouldn't have a problem as I do right now."
Crocus made a fist.
Wap!
His skull made a little crack as he punch it with all his might.
"Remember Crocus how are you going to be a King or a supreme leader if you keep blaming yourself? You keep blaming everything on destiny, you keep blaming your fate, you already have a gaming dimension, you only need to get a spirit and everything you desire will be in your palm!"
'I just need to find a safer place or a place where I could get a new spirit.'
Crocus finally calmed himself down. Was about to move when...
Ring! Ring!
Ring! Ring!
"My phone?"
Ring! Ring!
Ring! Ring!
"I still have this and the thugs that beat me up didn't take it? Why?"
Taking it out of his pocket.
'Doesn't matter, and what is this? Who is this? Unregistered number?'
Clock!
"Who is this?"
Crocus said with curiosity.
"This is me, Fanna. Do you still remember me?"
Crocus stopped.
'How did she know about that thing? Is she one of them? Those grunts and thugs are paid to make me forget? Wait, if she's not one of them, she shouldn't expose herself easily.'
Fanna is a childhood friend, daughter of his uncle, and his fiance.
"I don't. Who is this?"
A painful cry suddenly resounded in Crocus's ears. He can feel the pain and he felt the girl is truly sincere about her pain.
"I'm sowwy... I shoou.. shoouull… have known.. you- your uncle is shady... The- they are planning to me-make your talented brother take over... Be-become the su-supreme leader...
"Uwaahh!!
"Sowwyy... Croci... Sowwyy..."
Hearing this, Crocus realized he was thinking too much.
"I'm just kidding. What are they planning?"
He said with a smile on his face.
"Aunt Lissy and uncle's supreme leader want to eliminate you. They said they wasted all their time and energy nurturing you, and they have been planning it for a long time. That's why they are focusing on your younger brother Phereon Fuma."
Fanna said while sobbing and crying.
"Okay, don't cry. But how did you know?"
Crocus was wondering how she knew it, so he asked.
"Fu- fu- fuma told me he will become the supreme leader and you will die outside the city. They already commanded someone to take you outside the city where the people were left to die in the incoming apocalypse.
"You gotta come home fast! I don't want to marry that guy, please. Protect me, and I only want to marry and serve you."
Fanna as she cries once more.
Crocus furrowed his brow, and his eyes burned with anger.
"Don't bullshit me. We are not that close and I know you are not Fanna. I also know her number, so who are you!? what do you want!?"
Crocus may have a childhood friend, and a fiance, but she never cries like that. He is not even in love with the real Fanna. Adding the fact that somehow, his other self from the earth also combined with his memories in this earthoran. He is not sure what he is right now or who he was...
Crocus Phereon
Or
Ashtaroth Baal Crocus.
Both are him and he knows that one thing is for sure, both personalities want to become powerful and influential individuals.
"What do you want and who are you!?"
The phone became silent. Soon it chuckled, and the voice changed.
"Oh... The oldest brother, it's me... Jessica... I'm just testing my new ability with MY NEW S.P.I.R.IT. I'm telling you, my elder brother Fuma will become the next supreme leader. Once you die, he will officially become one.
"He awakened our ancestral Family bloodline spirit, the blue dragon. Everyone and our parents accepted he should become one. So they need to get you out of the picture by throwing you outside by removing your memories.
"They say that you are not fit to become one, not fit to become a supreme leader, and your talent is only average. The biggest factor is that you can't awaken our ancestral spirit consciousness."
Crocus did not finish; he wants to know more about their true colors.
"They said that? Why not kill me instead? Jessica, what did I ever do to all of you and especially you? I treated you well."
Jessica, on the other side of the phone became silent for a moment.
"Hahaha!"
Her tone changed into something full of mocking.
"Elder brother... Elder Brother... Elder brother... You have no idea what kind of loser you are. You may be kind to me, but I know that you just do something. That is my affection and love for a family. You are manipulating me into your little girl. There's only one brother I would look up to and that's...
"My
"Only
"Brother Fuma."
A little pissed at his little sister.
"You know I'm not like that."
Jessica only laughed harder at his reply.
"You're lucky. Our other sisters beg your father not to kill or else... But well, you will die soon after the apocalypse starts. Even if you come back, you will have no family to get back to and no special position. Goodbye!!"