Chapter 10 : Healed

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After Returning From Another World, My Sister Become Obsessed With Me

Genre : Phychological, Thriller, Gore, Romance, Supranatural, super power

Chapter 10 : Healed

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Frey’s eyes snapped open. For a long time, all he could hear was a high-pitched ringing in his ears, a lingering echo of the explosions. Slowly, the world came into focus. He was staring at a clean, white hospital ceiling. He regulated his breathing, feeling a strange lightness in his chest, and glanced to his left.

Rika was there, sleeping soundly beside him. Her face looked so sweet, so innocent, that Frey couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke her hair. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, noticing the hospital gown and the IV needle taped to the back of his right hand.

Then, he saw it. Around his neck hung the "Glowing Purple Crystal" necklace. The same one he had found and given to Rika long ago. She cherished it more than anything. As he touched the crystal, it emitted a faint, rhythmic purple glow. Suddenly, a flash of a dream—or isn't?—ripped through his mind. He saw Rika floating above a burning city, her eyes cold as she leveled buildings with a wave of her hand.

Frey gripped his head as a sharp pang of dizziness hit him. "Ugh, what a weird dream," he muttered to himself. "There’s no way Rika could have do something like that."

He forced his mind to calm down.

After five minutes of deep breathing, he looked at the bedside table. A pear and his phone were sitting there. He reached for the pear but he realized he was far too weak to even eat. He grabbed his phone instead.

His heart nearly stopped when he saw the date. May 26, 2022.

"Two weeks?" he whispered. "I’ve been out for two weeks?"

Frey’s fingers trembled as he scrolled through the news feeds. The headlines fells like reporting a slaughterhouse.

The articles featured blurry, terrifying video clips captured by survivors. One viral video showed the "Pirate Ship" ride mid-swing when the engine detonated like a military-grade C4 charge, sending the massive metal hull spinning into the screaming crowd. Another photo showed the "Ferris Wheel" engulfed in an eerie, violet-tinted fire that refused to be extinguished by water.

Investigators were baffled. Every single diesel engine, backup generator, and electrical transformer across the ten-acre park had exploded at the exact same second. There were no signs of gas leaks or mechanical wear. It was a synchronized annihilation.

The media had already dubbed it "The Ritual of the 666." "The numbers don't lie," one prominent occult expert was quoted in a top-tier article. "The official death toll stopped at exactly 666. Not 665, not 667. Even those who were initially reported dead later 'stabilized' or were found alive, keeping the number perfectly consistent."

Frey stared at a photo of the main plaza, now reduced to a blackened crater littered with abandoned shoes and broken toys. Billions in property had been vaporized in an instant. The most unsettling part was the "Zone of Silence".

It's a phenomenon reported by survivors who claimed that for ten minutes after the blasts, not a single bird chirped and no wind blew, as if the carnival had been ripped out of reality.

"I can’t believe a place that held ten thousand people became a graveyard like that," Frey sighed, the blue light of the phone reflecting in his eyes.

The sheer scale of the tragedy felt like a heavy weight on his chest. But as he looked at Rika, the weight lifted just a little.

He didn't want to think about anything about the reasons behind what happened. He was a rational man, and he needed to stay sane for her.

"Well... as long as we’re safe," he whispered, resting the phone on his stomach and letting out a long, shaky breath. "I don't care about the reason. We're alive, and that's all that matters."

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in," Frey said quietly.

An older man in a white coat entered. He looked to be in his fifties, wearing sharp glasses and carrying a clipboard. He looked like a man with decades of experience.

"Excuse me, I’m here to che—" The doctor stopped as Frey put a finger to his lips, gesturing toward the sleeping Rika. The doctor smiled and nodded, walking quietly to Frey’s side.

"I am Dr. Romar," he whispered. "I’m originally from California, but I’ve been working here for a while."

"California? I guess I'm lucky to have an international expert looking after me," Frey joked weakly.

"Haha, you could say that. How do you feel, Frey? Anything wrong?"

Frey moved his joints, testing his limbs. "I feel normal... just incredibly weak."

"That’s expected after ten days of sleep. Your muscles need time to wake up. But," Romar leaned in, his eyes serious, "I wasn't asking about your muscles. I was asking about your face."

"My face?" Frey touched his cheek. He stopped. The rough, jagged texture of the burn scars was gone.

His skin felt... smooth. Soft. Perfect. "Wait... don't tell me..."

The doctor handed him a mirror from the cabinet. Frey stared at his reflection, his eyes widening in shock. The scars that were supposed to be permanent, and the marks that had ruined his life. Now vanished without a trace. He looked like a completely different person. He looked... handsome.

"How is this possible?" Frey gasped.

Beside him, Rika began to stir. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking at Frey with a sleepy, innocent expression. "Umm? Brother?"

"Good afternoon, Rika," Frey said, stroking her head. She immediately leaned forward, burying her face in his chest and hugging him tightly.

Frey let her rest against him, his heart full of warmth.

"This miracle," Romar continued, looking at Rika, "is all thanks to your sister’s bravery."

"Rika?" Frey asked, surprised.

"Yes. For twelve years, I have been traveling the world developing a miracle serum that can heal any wound. I finished the research here in Indonesia. I needed a human test subject, and your sister volunteered."

Romar showed Frey a chart and X-rays of Rika’s leg. "Her crippled bone began to straighten within two days of the injection. Because it worked so well on her, I decided to give the serum to both of you for free. Your burns healed in a single day. It seems the lighter the wound, the faster the serum works. You both need one last injection today to be fully cured."

Frey was overwhelmed. He hugged Rika tightly, tears of joy stinging his eyes. "Thank you, Rika... now you won't have to be teased anymore for having a 'monster' for a brother."

Rika smiled against his chest, her eyes hidden from his view.

"Hehe... this warmth... being the most important person to you... it makes me so happy. I won't let anyone take this away from me," she whispered in her heart.

"Alright," Romar said, standing up.

"In thirty minutes, we will do the final injection. Get ready."

"Wait, Doctor!" Frey called out as Romar reached the door.

"Do you know anything about my friend, Fin? He had a large piece of glass Pierced in his body. Is he... is he okay?"

Doctor Romar paused for a moment, recalling his patient list, before nodding with a professional smile. "Ah, the young man with the glass shard in his body? He actually recovered two days ago. He received the same serum treatment as you did."

"Thank God," Frey exhaled, a massive weight lifting from his heart. "I’m so relieved to hear that."

The doctor tipped his glasses.

"Indeed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must attend to other matters. Rest well, Frey."

As the door clicked shut, Rika stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. She picked up a pear and a small red paring knife from the table. "You know, Brother, Doctor Romar is truly a legendary figure," she said, her voice smooth as she began to peel the fruit.

"He’s respected by medical boards across the globe, not just here. His advancements in medicine have made him a world-renowned public figure."

She sliced a piece of the pear with surgical precision. "He’s also incredibly generous. He’s personally covering the medical expenses for all the survivors of the Night Carnival tragedy. He says he’s doing it out of joy because the serum he spent decades researching is finally a success."

"Wow," Frey murmured, leaning back against his pillow. "Doctor Romar is even more impressive than I thought. It’s rare to find someone that brilliant who is also so humble and kind."

Frey watched Rika’s hands. He noticed how steady she stood.

"Rika... your leg. How does it feel? Can you stand normally now?"

"Hmm?" Rika looked up, her eyes sparkling. "Of course! Look!"

She did a small, playful pirouette and hopped in place.

Seeing his sister move without a limp, brought a wide, genuine smile to Frey's face. Rika sat back down beside him and began to feed him the slices of pear.

Frey reached up and unclasped the "Glowing Crystal" necklace from his own neck. He leaned forward and gently fastened it around Rika’s neck, where it belonged. "It looks beautiful on you," he whispered with a smile. "It suits a girl as pretty as you."

Rika’s face turned bright red, her ears burning. "B-Brother! That was so sudden!"

Frey chuckled, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time, unaware of the storm brewing elsewhere.

***

2 weeks ago~

In a different part of the city, Aira was collapsing when she reached her bed. She just arrived home after looking at all those horrible events. Her mental still in shock and her eyes barely even have a light in it.

But, afte Aira just layed down. She let out a guttural moan of agony, while a blinding, crimson light began to pulse from beneath her skin.

The light was violent and hot. Every strand of her hair started to change, turning from its natural shade a deep, blood-red hue, matching the new, glowing tint in her eyes.

"W-what is happening to me?" Aira wheezed, clutching her chest as if her heart was about to explode.

Gravity seemed to lose its grip on the room. Books, clothes, and furniture began to hover in the air, vibrating with raw energy. Outside, the clear midnight sky vanished in an instant, replaced by swirling, pitch-black clouds that blocked out all the stars.

"Aaghh...!"

The pain became unbearable. Aira threw her head back and let out a piercing shriek. "ARRRGHHH!"

As she screamed, a pillar of pure crimson energy erupted from her body, tearing through the ceiling and shooting straight into the sky. The light pierced the atmosphere, reaching the outermost layers of the planet. Upon hitting the edge of space, the red energy spread with impossible speed, wrapping around the entire globe like a glowing shield.

The Earth, which had been defenseless for a five hundred years, had finally found its Guardian.

The protective barrier hummed with power, and far out in the void, ancient entities that had been constantly get in into the planet were suddenly repelled, unable to breach by the new crimson wall.

Inside her room, Aira floated in the center of a swirling vortex. Her hair defied gravity, flowing like liquid fire, draped in a shimmering red aura.

"This... what is this power?" she whispered, staring at her hands.

They were translucent, glowing with the light of a dying star.

Suddenly, another wave of agony hit her. Thousands of years of ancient memories, combat techniques, and the heavy burden of the "Guardian's Will" flooded into her brain. Her mind couldn't handle the sheer volume of information. With one final gasp, the light faded, and Aira slumped to the floor, unconscious.

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—KS