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The story continues on how a brave oldest brother lives his best life with hardship in his first life in a new world. He yet to know more about this world and what is coming ahead for him. But one thing he believes, he has to take care of his younger brother and give him the love that he couldn't receive from his parents that began after a short moment with them.
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In the middle of a vast green field, I turn to check on my brother, sleeping on my back. "Gosh, he's so heavy. I guess I've fed him too much. But as long as he's happy, that's enough for me." I talk to myself, glancing at Elijah, who is resting soundly as I navigate the rough terrain.
Suddenly, Elijah stirs and opens his eyes, looking up at me. "Have we reached yet?" he asks, rubbing his eyes.
"No, Eli. Not yet," I reply, adjusting my grip on him for a more comfortable position. "Then why are we stopping?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.
"Ha-ha. Alright, I'll keep walking. Geez, where does he get that behavior?," I think to myself, shaking my head with a smile.
As soon as he grew up, Elijah started to talk more, and slowly, I began to understand him better. "Sighed." I let out a moment of relief as we reach the top of a mountain and I can finally rest. I set our belongings aside and take a deep breath. It's been a long journey.
I'm astonished by the view—the scenery stretches out before me, mountains in the distance, and far beyond, an ocean. I glance at Elijah, who is sleeping soundly. For all this time, he's been asking about our parents. Maybe I'll tell him someday when he's ready.
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"How many days have passed?" I wonder aloud as I walk with my short legs. As a toddler, I can't walk fast or far, and I tire easily. Massaging my foot, I think about how my parents must have felt, walking barefoot like this. It must have been painful. "Have they reached yet?" I ask myself.
I am looking at my legs that have tired walking for a long time. My favourite shoes that my mom gave me had broken. The shoelace has worn out after walking in the scorching hot weather. The green field helps cool the ground. It is less hot than the rocky mountain. I usually try to reach a forest that has many sources for our foods. It's a very challenging journey when walking in an empty area that has many monsters lurking around. For me as an Earth citizen, a normal animal on this planet is like a monster to me. They all look big and fierceful. Not just that, the forest is also spooky with moving plants.
There is also a normal species that I named them based on how their looks are like animals on Earth. But most of the monsters are big and fierce. I avoid those monsters that I found like a snake monster, a giant bird flying above us and a sleeping dragon. This monster is just too scary for me. Especially the giant bird when I was walking under their shadow that was targeting us as their prey. Luckily, I was saved when I reached into a forest. Besides, I also found a hideous giant worm in the rocky mountain. Sometimes, I feel regret and want to return to my peaceful home, but it is too late. I had to overcome this and take care of my brother or maybe I should just stay there and forget about our parents, to think they have died.
The terrain of this country is very hard for me to reach the kingdom quickly. The harsh weather also makes it difficult. The heavy rain, strong wind and strong sunlight burned our feet.
When the night comes, I will stare at the dark sky that is full of stars again, every night. The sky is filled with an infinite number of stars. There is also a planet that looks big and can be seen clearly from here. I never imagined there would be a planet with a population like Earth. All this time, I only thought that no living things exist beside Earth. After all, there is another life other than Earth. Maybe it is in another universe.
"Am I an alien to them? Because I'm not from here. But I was born here," a sudden thought crosses my mind.
Besides, I keep thinking about the purpose for my revival in this new world.
"Does Master really give me the second chance for life? He only said he rewarded me for overcoming the bitterness of life," the thought continues to question everything.
I remembered reading my favourite comic. Whether the character is resurrected, revived, or transferred to another world, there must be an unknown entity appearing to give them a mission. It is my fault for thinking nicely about that light. I insisted that he might be a higher being than human. But when I was reminded back about how it started, there were many things that were too suspicious. I wonder if this all happened because of faith or something has been according to someone's plan.
"But what is the purpose?" I struggle with this thought, finding no clear answer. "Arghhh, damn it!" I shout, venting my frustration. My mind is overwhelmed with questions, but there's no point in dwelling on them too much.
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A week has passed. I succeeded in walking several kilometres at the same speed without slowing down. My body may feel exhausted, but my passion gives me strength to move on. As I feel my destination getting near, I cannot stop feeling excited. My heart is throbbing. I wonder what kind of this feeling. It is more to feel determination to meet them eye to eye.
"Mom, Dad, why do you do that!" a sincere question came from my heart.
They never told me anything and when this happened, what would they expect me to do?!
I hold my fist tight. It is not a feeling of a son that misses his parents, but it is my anger for them leaving me alone with my brother. I feel like I have been left with so much burden. I had so many questions.
The air was thick with tension, my words still echoing in the silence that followed my outburst. The weight of the truth I sought pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless.
"I promise you. I won't ever shed my tears again! I won't ever feel sorry for you. This is all your fault! You should already tell me everything. You need to tell me the truth!" a strong determination burning in my heart. My resolve was firm—I wouldn't allow myself to feel pity, especially not for the one who had brought this turmoil into our lives.
As the moon cast its silver light over the sleeping world, I watched my brother, Elijah, sleep peacefully. The sight only fueled my anger.Finding a secluded spot by a tranquil lake, I let out a scream that pierced the stillness of the night. It was a scream of pure, unfiltered agony and frustration. I screamed again, louder this time, pouring all my pain into the sound. The trees seemed to shiver in response, and somewhere in the distance, I heard Elijah wake up. His cry, a mirror of my own distress, reached my ears.
"ARGH! … ARGH!" I scream in agony.
The first one wakes my brother awake. The second scream made him cry.
"Tch," I muttered under my breath, the irritation bubbling up again. "Can't he just sleep?"
I turned and made my way back to him, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. I knew it was dangerous for him to be out here, especially at night. When I reached Elijah, I grabbed his cheeks and squeezed, frustration pouring out of me. Did he understand the risks he was taking?
"Brother… It hurts!" Elijah's voice was small and pained.
"Really?! But you are so cute. I can't help it," I said, a twisted blend of anger and affection. "Let me help you sleep… FOREVER!" A sudden force moved my body against my will. It felt as though I was losing control, my actions no longer my own. Panic surged through me, but I couldn't stop myself.
Elijah: "Brother… Stop… Stop! I can't … breathe."
His plea snapped something inside me, and I released him, the fire in my heart giving way to a cold, creeping realization. My hands trembled as I backed away, the weight of what I had almost done crashing down on me. Elijah's tear-streaked face was a mirror of my own inner turmoil.
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I immediately realize and release him.
Me: "Huh... Huh... Huh... I'm sorry."
*Panting*
I hugged him to comfort him.
Me: "I'm really sorry."
I shed a tear. The tears of hatred.
Me: "Damn it! What's wrong with me? It feels like it wasn't me, but it is me. I feel like something drives me insane." I was lost in my own thoughts. I ran away to clear my head.
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