Chapter 3: Parents
A sudden idea struck the man as he thought. -System, will I be able to get more skills then these four?- though he thought that the idea was improbable he chose to ignore this feeling and say what he had on his mind.
[Yes host will be able to add another skill once host levels up by twenty levels.]
'As I thought...' -System is there a way to keep certain skills in a favored category?-
[Yes, there is the command [SYSTEM FAVORITE] . Allowing host to choose skills of higher importance.]
-Ok then. [System Favorite] poison fog.- in that second the square that showed the skill poison fog was lit up in a yellow light. Nodding at it, the elder once again was able to focus on other things. -System, explain [Attribute]-
[Atribute- is a innate ability that can never be changed. This attributes can be as simple as [Ugly] to as complicated as [Genius Of Pharmaceutical Sciences With No Practical Work] , host may chose a single attribute for themselves.]
-So the person with the ugly attribute will be born ugly?-
[NO, THE ATTRIBUTE UGLY CAN CAUSE MANY CHANGES. A UGLY CHARACTER FOR EXAMPLE.]
-I see- the man was interested to it. 'Let's see' -System open attribute tab-
Without a second of thought the previous screen closed and another one was added, this one though didn't display the number of attributes. -System why is there no number?-
[Attributes have unlimited potential. Wording of it is also limitless.]
'Ok this is quite the interesting prospect.' -system, sigh, show me best suited assassination and intimidation attributes.-
The screen once again did the familiar animation and it showed nine titles.
[Forgetful yet Graceful Man]
[Cold blooded death bringer]
[The dangerous Sage]
[Silent mouse, Agile cat]
...
The lid went on, looking at the list he finally chose [The dangerous Sage] and looked at its given description.
[The Dangerous Sage- A god of death staring upon the people, Sage of the art of death. Your body exudes the aura of death and calm, people will naturally look for you for guidance. A silent death]
-system I choose this.-
[Yes/No]
Mentally clicking yes he was once again free of the many choices and soon thought. -system what do you mean by choose time?- he asked looking at the second panel that had opened urging him to chose skills,attributes and strangely time.
[Host will be able to move back in time, whenever the host wants]
Nodding his head calmly he started to think. He started to think of his past life and the many mistakes he made. Thinking carefully he was only left with five options.
One, he'd turn back to the day his child died and save the poor kid. He regretted everyday, returning home one day to look at a burning house. Soon getting to see the dead body of his son and his daughter in-law. The day the blonde brat went missing.
Two, he'd turn back to his child hood and save his parents. Though petty it seemed he was after all a senile old man.
Three, going back to his glory day, his teen day right before he was caught by the police.
Four, going back to the time he spent in prison with his boyfriend.
Five, going back in time to the day of his release from prison so he can start the organization again.
'Option one and three are out of the question. Those times weren't really that important, as for five... he wanted to meet his love once more but, it's been a long time he had already shed his tears. It was time to move on, then the only thing he could do was go back to his parents.' A small smile played on his lips as he remembered the old days when his mother used to scold him for being lazy, or when his father helped him with his homework even though he didn't understand it as well.
His face soon turned sour. His last moments with his parents were bitter and filled with anger. He had finally accepted himself but, his parents didn't.
At the time cause of his spitefulness he acted as if it was the best moment in life. How childish and naive. Shaking his head he looked at the system.
-Take me in the past when I was eleven-
[Preferred date and time?]
-2024,February, third.- a resolute nod and he was gone with a flash.
_(:3｣∠)_
A slam was heard as Zeke's mind got confused. On the side of his face he felt a sweaty palm on the other he felt a hard yet warm plank or wood. He quickly opened his eyes and looked towards the hand and he saw someone which he thought he wouldn't see for a long time. Jefferson, he felt like crying of relief. But soon his mind seemed to calm down and looked at the man that had slammed his head on the table and slowly the visage of a man disappeared leaving behind a youthful looking Jefferson.
Then he remembered how Jefferson was in high school. He looked at Jefferson before looking around quickly finding his bearings in the new terrain. Sure enough, he was in his old classroom. The dusty corners and pale yellow walls gave that much away. He looked around and saw many people, they all shied away from his eyes , guilt painting their own pair.
-You are meant to give me the money when I ask understood!?- shouted the brunette to the youthful Zeke. -Yes of course! I'm sorry please let me go!- said Zeke, acting as if hurt he looked up and let some tears fall from his face. Jefferson looked at him wide eyed, he had always bullied Zeke but the black haired youth never shed tears.
He looked at Zeke again before lifting his hand. -tch, you better!- he said regaining his bearings. As soon as his hand was fully lifted Zeke stood up, showing a small pout. Rummaging through his backpack Zeke finally found the money and offered it to Jefferson.
Looking at the docile Zeke, Jefferson felt bad. He didn't feel pity just bad... -tch, whatever!- he said snatching away the money and started to walk off to his own desk. He glanced back and couldn't help but feel bad, like when his mother scolded him when he was a child. Looking at Zeke's eyes he felt the same guilt and shame. Turning back and giving Zeke his money he walked towards his desk.
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