"Grey... Little Silver... my son." His mother’s remaining composure completely crumbled as she rushed forward. Without hesitation, she threw her arms tightly around Grey, pulling him into a desperate, motherly hug.
Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched at his shirt, exactly as if she were afraid that he might vanish into thin air again.
Before Grey could fully process what was happening, a larger shadow fell over them. Another strong arm ca forward and wrapped securely around both him and his mother, pulling them into a tight, encompassing hug.
It was none other than his father, Anderson.
"You kid..." Anderson’s voice was much more stable, yet his swirling, mixed emotions could be heard clearly in his heavy tone. "After so many years... we finally found you, our son. Do you have any idea how many sleepless nights we spent agonizing over your arrival into this world?"
"We had once truly thought that it was impossible. Perhaps there was so sort of cosmic mistake. Yet, it looks like we were absolutely not wrong."
Anderson heaved a massive sigh of relief. "And now you have finally arrived."
"I am finally at ease," Anderson said as he gently let go of Grey and his wife, Angela.
As soon as he let go, Angela Arclight also pulled away. She slowly wiped away her hot tears, and then she looked directly at Grey with a deep look of maternal concern and worry.
She closely examined her child’s body, looking at him exactly as if he had just lost way too much weight.
"You... Little Silver... you have lost so much weight compared to before. Have you not been eating properly?" Angela asked, her trembling voice filled with pure concern.
"I am a high-level Evolver, Mom. I do not actually need to eat mortal food," Grey replied with violently twitching lips.
His heart was still incredibly heavy. But hearing her exact sa voice, the exact sa scolding tone she used to use whenever he woke up back in his old life, brought a profound warmth to his chest.
"Who exactly said Evolvers do not eat food?" Angela disagreed imdiately. "In the vast starry sky, there is plenty of highly nourishing food that Evolvers can and should eat daily."
Angela spoke as she affectionately ruffled her son’s long hair. "But it definitely looks like you have been properly taking care of your hair. You never used to take care of your hair back in the old world."
"You literally used to go to school with hair looking like a ssy bird’s nest," Angela said as she warmly reminisced about the distant past. Unknowingly, she was already smiling through her fading tears, comforted by the old mories.
This was undeniably her beloved son, her absolute treasure!
"Please do not remind of that," Grey said with a highly helpless look on his face.
At the exact sa ti, he felt incredibly warm on the inside. This was, without a single shred of doubt, his own biological mother. And the specific fact that Angela affectionately called him Little Silver was the absolute, undeniable proof of her identity.
Little Silver, or just Silver, was the sweet nickna both his parents used to call him. It was a slightly brighter variation of the na Grey, and they exclusively used it around the house.
The very last vivid image he had of her was of a normal, middle-aged wife living in a common, quiet neighborhood on Earth. Now, she looked exactly like a flawless immortal directly descended from the high heavens.
And this glaring contrast naturally led to many brand new questions rising rapidly in his mind.
"It is truly so good that you are finally here..." Angela beca highly emotional once again.
"You might not actually know this, but your mother used to make your absolute favorite stir-fried chicken every single week. She would burst out crying just thinking about you." Anderson stepped forward and gently patted Grey’s head. "We genuinely almost thought that we had completely lost you because you simply did not arrive even after multiple tries. But then, your mother conceived Juli, and a year after that well... it is highly strange, but..."
As he reached that specific part of the story, both Angela and Anderson turned incredibly serious.
"She vividly dreamt of a blinding falling star, and the very next day, she was miraculously pregnant with you."
"I know this for a fact because I was strictly with her all the ti myself."
"What?" Grey was utterly baffled when he heard this impossible claim.
Was this not exactly how Lia was magically conceived? Was he actually a literal God?!
He was completely, montarily stunned into silence.
"But this bizarre phenonon was entirely within our expectations. It all perfectly happened according to exactly what your grandfather said," Anderson explained with a heavy sigh as he continued affectionately patting Grey’s head.
"Hey... I am not a little kid anymore, you know," Grey protested with a completely speechless look on his face.
"You are still technically seventeen," Anderson replied with a warm chuckle upon hearing his weak protest. "Besides, even if you eventually grow old and beco a terrifying, thousand-year-old cosmic monster, will you ever stop being my beloved son? No. You will always be my little Silver."
"Grandfather." Grey skipped past Anderson’s words and spoke. "I always knew that eccentric old man was absolutely not normal from the very beginning."
Hearing this, Anderson and Angela shared a deeply knowing look with each other.
"I am completely sure you have a massive amount of questions right now, Grey," Anderson spoke softly. "But you strictly need to know exactly why we originally arrived in this cosmic world."
"I do," Grey said with slightly twitching lips. "It is entirely because of Grandfather, is it not?"
Both Anderson and Angela silently, solemnly nodded.
"You were always a highly sensible kid since you were young. And from the ti I was just a boy until the tragic day he grew old and passed, we genuinely always thought that my father simply had a screw loose."
"But... it clearly seems like that was not the case," Angela chid in quietly.
"Since you were very young, you were always the closest to your Grandfather Wilhelm. You should vividly rember the wild stories of a supre world full of flying immortals ntioned constantly by him, right?"
"I do," Grey replied with a deep sigh. "His stories are the exact reason I obsessively started reading fictional cultivation books related to the topic in the first place. His crazy talk severely influenced my entire childhood."
"It all miraculously turned out to be completely true after all," Anderson said with a dry, humorless chuckle. "My father... he was actually a forr immortal who had sohow transmigrated directly into our old, mortal world."
"He was famously known as the supre Arclight Immortal once," Angela added.
"Then, why exactly did he not show any supernatural signs of that in our old world?" Grey was heavily, deeply confused. "I was literally the very last person who talked with him right before he passed away. You both should clearly rember that."
The eccentric person, his Grandfather Wilhelm, had officially died when Grey was only sixteen. He was still just a normal high schooler at the ti. Yet he still vividly rembered his supposedly crazy grandpa urgently telling him not to go to school that specific day, right after Juli and his parents had already left for school and work respectively.
His final, parting words were quite literally completely unhinged right before he died.
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