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ORIGINAL CALE AU.
He regretted the moments he had taken for granted. Moments when pride and hatred devoured him.
What if I told you how I really feel?
Would it turn the wheel of my life?
Would it change the outcome for us?
He was terrified of falling deeply in love because mending a broken heart is never easy.
He's been rotting in that hell for a long time, and I don't want to be there any longer. He realized that life in this place without the people he cares about was far worse and more painful than hell.
But why is my heart in agony? Why do I have the impression that my life is becoming monotonous?
Should I have confessed my feelings for you? Should I have shown you that it's true?
Some people believe that some words are better left unsaid and that emotions should be kept until they fade.
No, throw out all the cowardice and negativity because speaking your mind is true bravery.
So what if no one returns his love? At the very least, there will be no what-ifs in his mind.
But it's too late for him to realize this because you're gone and will never be mine again.
Did you know? Humans have four lives. They can enter the cycle of rebirth and live until they find their purpose.
Only Cale Henituse continued to live in reverse.
He turned his gaze to the coffins in front of him. His family, the king, and everyone who served him were all killed.
In his first regression, he died miserably.
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He died without having brought the enemy into his second.
And he lived in this life, but everyone around him died.
We will be what we can be. Do not say, "It might have been, had not been, or this, or that."
No fate can keep us from the path we've chosen; it's only He who can.
Cale Henituse surveyed the bloodied battlefield.
"One more chance..." Please, one more... I'm willing to bet my entire life if I can change everything.
He closed his eyes peacefully and took his own life.
When he opened it, no one was around. No one was there but himself.
He stood up and looked out the window.
This is it.
The price he has to pay for all this regression...
“This is my last chance.”
The last life to change everything.
He looked at the marks on his body. The curse that the god of time gave him has now made a full turn. He’ll die, sooner or later. But, this is fine.
This is better.
That way, once he's done everything he can to protect everything he wants to protect, he won't have to worry about leaving the world.
No one will be concerned about his well-being.
It worked in his favor.
"I guess... it's time to leave this place."
The place he held dear to his heart, his home.
He changed his clothes. He is only eighteen years old. It's two years before the war begins.
He decided to pay a visit to the castle's healer and met him.
Cale let him look after him. The healer was astounded to discover that his healing power was unable to heal Cale. The healer looked at Cale when he revealed the curse.
“My Lord?”
"Can you keep it a secret?"
In the first place, his health is deteriorating. He's sickly and frail. That is why, if he wants to do everything he wants, he must do this.
"Please prescribe me medicine... one for health."
His body should not deteriorate as it has in the previous three regressions.
When the doctor gave him what he needed, he smiled at him and said, “Thank you very much.”
He didn’t see the healer’s expression, but the healer was teary-eyed and thought that he might be suffering all this time with no one knowing.
Cale entered the dining hall. "You are late again," his father said as he looked at him.
However, instead of responding as he used to. Everyone in the hall fell silent when he smiled. He sat in the chair but did not consume the food.
Deruth Henituse's saddened sigh echoed throughout the room. Cale ignored him and continued to stare out the window at the misty rain falling. The morning was quieter than most of the mornings they'd spent together. Everyone was surprised at how well-behaved the Young Lord is.
“Dad…”
Deruth looked at Cale. Cale had stopped calling his father since his mother died.
“I want to leave the house.”
If Cale leaves, he will have completed all of his tasks.
Deruth Henituse was taken aback. He expected Cale to demand money or expensive wines, but Cale simply wants to leave.
"Cale... this is—"
"I'm tired..." Cale looked at his father, relieved and happy at the same time. "I'm sick of everything, Dad..."
His mistake was staying in this place in the first place. Staying close to them became repulsive for him because of his previous regressions. He recalled how everyone blamed him for his family's demise. That's why...
"Dad... I'm sick..."
With his soul gradually breaking down as a result of this regression, he only had five to ten years at most. His aura was barely strong enough to keep his soul alive.
"My soul is breaking, and my life has been cut short," he said flatly. It's fine if his family was aware of this.
"I'm not going to cause any more trouble, and I'm not going to ask for anything... please... let me leave this place."
Nobody cared about him in the first place.
He was weak.
Nobody gave a damn about him as a person.
Nobody cared what he thought.
Nobody cared about him until he took the reins and went to war.
He recalls vividly the words that saved him back then.
"Forget about emotions! Survival is your priority! Be a greater villain if you want the power to save everyone you care about!"
That’s right. If he's going to lose everything, he should just vanish and do everything he needs to do before vanishing.
He smiled, something he hadn't done since his mother died.
"This is my one and only request, Dad."
He's certain his father was taken aback. He smiled. He had no idea why he felt so happy when he saw his father's face as if he were going insane. Deruth remained silent, but he did not say anything to him.
"If you're tired..." There's no way this man will let him go, "go back to your room and rest."
Cale gave him a bitter smile. He looked at his siblings, who were unable to consume the food in front of them. They were staring at him with stoic expressions, but he knew they still considered him family—however distantly.
"All right... have a nice day."
He didn’t touch his food. He didn’t even drink the tea.
However, the moment he left the hall. He casually coughs up blood, staining his white shirt.
When the servant who saw him saw him, he raised his hand and said, "It's fine."
It's the same. The pain he's experiencing isn't the same as it was during his previous regression; in fact, it's worse.
Yet, he had a small smile on his face.
It’s time to say goodbye.
Cale packed a few of his belongings after getting everything ready.
That night, he fled Henituse County in secret.
Please forgive me, Dad.
He reflected as he turned away from the castle gates.
Cale was determined to prevent everyone from dying this time.
That's why...
He had no choice but to do so.
Because everyone else dies around him.
He didn’t want to be left alone again.
That's why, it's better to abandon the world before it abandons him.
He knew, if it does---he won't be able to take it.
TBC