Level Up Legacy Chapter 1502 1502: Return Point

The world outside the clan was nothing like I imagined it to be. I expected wars, conflicts, injustice, and sin. But what greeted were a myriad of emotions, simple people who strived to live their lives to their fullest.

I realized that no one knew about wrath, or the calamities, or the inevitable ruin of the world. It sounded like my whole life was a lie, as the years I spent mastering wrath gave nothing but a broken heart and unstable mind.

Life outside wasn't as easy as it was in the clan. I had to worry about food and shelter, and becoming an awakener was the only path I had. My youth was spent in dungeons, aimlessly searching for the thing that I was destined to achieve.

My fateful encounter was not with the scholar guardian, but soone else far before it. I never got his na, but I understood that he wasn't a part of our world. In fact, he looked like a creature unlike anything I'd seen, a race called the Liberated.

That creature offered a trial that would grant a legacy. As I possessed no ability at the ti, I had no choice but to accept, believing that it was my fate.

The trial was hell, but it ended. And once it did, the true hell began. I received the legacy of the Liberated, a spiritual artifact that would show the end of the world and how to prevent it. There were so many chances for the end to arrive, but it did not, either through a stroke of luck or divine intervention.

My legacy asked to do things that I did not understand, and no matter how awful they seed at the ti, they ended up causing more good than harm. I trusted the legacy, until one day I received the final quest.

The Inevitable Fall.

My quest told about the gods, led down rabbit holes that I did not know to exist, and pushed to a destiny far greater than I could understand. It was also the reason that I t the scholar guardian.

I tried to succeed.

But I failed.

Nurous tis.

Each ti I either died, or the world simply ended.

I thought that failing the quest would simply end everything. I craved it, even, as I wanted to rest more than anything. But every ti I failed, I would be sent back to the first mont I obtained the quest.

It was a curse.

But it was necessary.

I grew wiser once I realized that I was stuck in a goddamn loop. My ti, which I spent before fighting, was now spent researching. I spent countless cycles simply to find out more about The Inevitable Fall.

My knowledge allowed to travel between worlds, tilines, and realms. I worked hard, died a few tis, before I ca up with a plan. Everything changed when I found the scholar guardian, who had an idea about what to do.

My blood, the one I loathed all of my life, beca the answer to stopping the gods and their plans. The nine higher realms beca targets that I aspired to bring down. But the plan we made was unethical, and I hated myself for thinking about it.

But it had to be done.

Your mother was a normal human, as far as normalcy went. She was a wild beast when I first t her in Kera. It was the scholar guardian that guided to her doorstep, telling that her soul carried a mark of creation.

You have t them before in Alka. People that were loved by the world, for no apparent reason. Your mother's ancestor was one of them, and might be one of the strongest ones, as he was the Seika of Souls.

I acted like a dashing awakener as I courted her. She rejected , telling that she saw a darkness in . I knew she was right. I killed my mother in my rage, but how did she know? I never understood, but she had an eye for people.

I refuse to narrate the next part about how I gained your mother's trust, as it's quite embarrassing and unfit for the image of the genius awakener that I had created at the ti. Just know that what I felt for your mother, what I still feel, has never changed. It has always been… love.

Don't look at like this. I know that what I did was fucked up, but I had to do it. I had to go through with the plan I planned so many years ago. In any case, you were born, and then Oren.

Every ti I lost my resolve to go through with the plan I created, or stopped trying to achieve the quest, I was sent back to the ti I received it. Can you imagine, sitting with your wife and kids, feeling that you didn't want to ruin their lives, and then simply going back several years in ti?

The first ti it happened, I lost all sanity. I tried to find the Liberated in the sa hidden dungeon, but he was gone, and all that was left was the legacy I had. I was filled with dread that my children wouldn't be you this ti, but after two years of living as a drunken man, I embarked to try again.

This ti, it was easier to win your mother's love. She told that I looked at her the sa way that her father used to look at her. Your grandfather died when she was a child, and she thought about him every day.

I tried to win.

I tried to save everyone.

I tried to stop the damn quest from sending back.

But it did.

Countless tis.

In the past two days, I rembered the years I spent with you two. You might have spent fifteen years with , but I spent over two hundred with you. I've seen everything there is to see about you. I heard you utter every word to ever exist.

It was hard to go through with my plan, but I had to do it. I didn't know if I could even ensure that you would be kids if I kept going back in ti. You know… it's unpredictable. But I chose to live as the villain instead of you two not living at all.

It was when you were fifteen years of age that my quest updated. You already had the blood of wrath in your veins, and the legacy within your soul. I thought I had more ti with you, but the quest told .

The gods knew about you.

I had to do sothing to stop them from finding us. I stole an artifact from the guild I worked at, Everlasting Stream, and then rushed toward the Avarice Dungeon.

The artifact that I stole was a small marble that could mimic the presence and soul of soone, while sealing their souls and abilities. It was what I needed to lure the gods away from our world. I sealed your soul, mimicked your presence, and escaped.

My actions bought us three years without the gods finding you again. It was the ti you needed to grow in both mind and body to receive the legacy. I felt it when you awakened the legacy, and I was filled with relief.

Once you awakened the legacy, my quest updated again. I thought it was over, but it simply accepted this route. It created a new Return Point for , allowing to avoid reliving the hell that I lived countless tis.

Ah, a Return Point? It's the point of return in case I failed the quest. I already failed three tis now, and this is the fourth tiline. Don't look at like that. I don't want this.

Your fight against Devaheim is the only way for us to win. In the first three tilines, I tried to win you over and explain things like I'm doing now. But you didn't understand, and you never had the desire to be worshiped.

It was in this final tiline that I realized what I needed to do. I simply needed to keep playing my part as the villain. I'm sorry for everything I did, but I had no choice. You can call a liar and kill , but this is the unfiltered truth.

I don't understand why I'm here, or what I need to do in this place. But I'm tired, Arthur. I'm tired of living away from my family, doing things behind the scenes because that seems to be the only way to win.

The Return Point should drag back soon, and I would have to change all of this conversation. I would have to play my part as the villain here, and act like it has been my sche to bring you here.

I hope that works, I don't know. I honestly don't know what I'm doing anymore. I just try to avoid returning back in ti. I dread it, Arthur. I just want… this hell to end.