Their smiles, the way they beamed with victory after defeating the ring beast—it all fueled a frustration so intense that I could hardly contain the urge to do something about it
I leave, not wanting to watch them interact or be joyful over their winnings. However there's something within me which wants them to fall, be destroyed over their loss, but I held it down.
Because in the end a ghost can't do anything to the living.
This time, I didn't want to watch other people's lives; I wanted to live it. I wanted to see how it feels to love again, how adrenaline feels when it pulses through my veins and for the longest time, I could only dream of being special like all the humans living in the sanctuary, even the ones who chose to live normal mundane lives.
For many years, I watched over one person, a person I deemed worthy. I watched them from afar as they grew up, following them on their adventures, that was the only way I could gain some sort of joy in my dull life.
Until I hated it.
This time, I picked Mika and Rellio, two best friends who always wanted to join the trials of gods so they could become one, their lives are fortified with joys and wonder, yet it all aggravates me, not filling me with the joy and emotions I so desperately craved.
Yet there's one thing that brings me joy. It's the fact that no matter how hard they try they'll never make It to the trial of gods.
Nobody has.
They'll end up dead the closer they make it, dying gruesomely by a beast.
The lives I have watched, and the ones I merely caught sight of, nobody has ever made it to their title. They only grazed it before unfortunate events happened right after like a curse, that we humans are not or will ever be on par with the gods who rule over us.
It's pointless and tiring and we humans never give up, still believing in that God's cursed words.
If I had a chance, I would do anything to join the trial of gods, not to become a god of some planet, but to kill and rewrite the rules placed by the gods and seek revenge for my mishap.I would break through that boundary that stops us from ascending to the trail of gods, rewiring fate itself.
I would wreak havoc on this world and the people who think living is a game and they can live with weak mundane motives like: becoming a god of some planet they don't even know in some universe called the "Universe of Gods." I'll even destroy this universe and people behind it.
I hate each one of them. I hate all the people I've watched for years, seeing their insignificance in living if they were going to fight for such a reason, and die because of fate, or some book of eternity.
"Becoming a god, such utter foolery," I say, my anger breaking its limits.
I would destroy this world and the gods if I had to, bringing upon a new era of people who have better goals that are worth fighting for, and carry them to the end.
Then again, look at me now…I have no body and no power.
Blowing out a sigh, I descended down to the forest, a place I always come back to when I am tired and find no sense or enjoyment in watching them.
The same place I found myself in, when I first died, the time I first caught a glance of the god, Vitalis.
The leaves of the trees glisten with small droplets of water, remnants of the non-stop rain that finally stop signalling the start of the dry season, where all the beast and creatures finally become more active and new places and quest are finally being activated.
Settling in my favourite spot, nestled between two majestic oak trees, I unbeknownst to myself began to hum a light tune, the ones my mom used to hum while making her honey buns.
The times I would go back to and change if I knew the events that were going to play out after one unfortunate event which happened to cause a train reaction of bad luck.
Suddenly a loud sound cuts off my low hum and thoughts, a radiant red light pierces through the forest, casting an enchanting red glow all around me. The trees cast long terrifying shadows on the grass floor, and my ghostly eyes widened in astonishment.
Is it the manifestation of someone's power? The overwhelming energy it was letting out told me it was much more and if it was a person they have to be the level of a god.
Countless possibilities race through my mind. Yet, amidst the mesmerizing illumination, a sense of dread begins to gnaw at me, creeping through my spectral form like a stealthy panther, enveloping my entire being.
Restraining myself from going up, my body moved and I flew up, still seeing the red light in the distance, coming from a place I forbid myself from going, a place where humans should never go—the borderlines of the desolate land. But this feeling, this fear, or dread I'm feeling right now is so magnetic I can't leave it be.
With curiosity tugging at my body and mind I move forward in an hesitant demeanour. with each moment that passes as I float closer, my senses are on high alert.
It's a sensation I'm unfamiliar with, a rare occasion since arriving at this place.
Each time I near this forbidden boundary, an instinctual reluctance takes hold, compelling me to refrain from crossing or peering beyond. It's as though an invisible barrier, wrought from the dread of the unknown, stands as an insurmountable obstacle, binding me in place.
The forest slowly turns from bright and vibrant under the moon's rays to dark with mist shuddering over the forest. This is a place no light of the moon, not even the dual moons, could ever illuminate.
Finally, passing a mountain to the left and right of me, I stop looking behind me to see if anyone is following me, or if I can find a reason not to go further but nothing it is calling me and I couldn't resist.
Finally I pass the barrier my mind subconsciously placed.
Going on, there's nothing but desolate lands, no sign of trees or life, only the red light that is still emitting in the distance, continuing to go further and further in the more I move towards it.