Chapter 607 Past, Present, and Future
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
I am dead?
Tver clearly remembered that the moment he returned to the principal's office, the death curse hit him accurately.
To be honest, the taste is quite... wonderful.
It's like there is a hand, no matter how reluctant you are, you can only watch that hand pull out your soul.
Just like your mother holding the scruff of your destiny when you were a kid.
What's even more amazing is that this feeling can be said to be his third time trying...
But where is he now?
As soon as this question emerged from his mind, Tver realized that he suddenly came to a room with bright and clean windows.
No, to be precise, it is one that is as white as heaven under the dazzling sunlight...
Ward.
His heart suddenly sank.
He was all too familiar with this place, from the ticking ventilator to the pungent smell of disinfectant.
It can even be said that it is so familiar that it is disgusting...
"You're here."
A gentle voice suddenly brought Tver back from his memories, and also allowed him to see the familiar person lying on the familiar hospital bed, even after so many years, he was still very familiar with him.
It should be said that this is himself, the original owner of the soul in his body.
"You seem nervous?"
He struggled to sit up from the hospital bed, but his extremely weak body seemed not to be able to provide this little strength. After struggling for a few times, he finally had to lie down helplessly.
"I said, do you like watching me suffer so much? Can't you use your tall and powerful body to help me?"
He said with a slight complaint, and his tone of matter-of-factness actually made Tver feel that there was nothing wrong with him.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Tver was stunned for a moment, and then he went over to help him up, letting his bony body lean on the thick pillow.
After doing all this, looking at the satisfied look on his face, Tver couldn't help but feel infected and gradually settled down.
Although he didn't know what was happening, he would not and should not be afraid of himself.
"Sit down, I can see from your eyes that your life must be exciting, right?" His knuckled hand pointed at the stool next to the hospital bed, but his eyes were filled with unusually obvious envy.
Just these words made Tver a little confused about how to answer, so he had to sit down silently and look at him quietly.
The eyes of both of them were particularly peaceful, even a little silent that did not suit their age.
After two lifetimes, Tver sadly discovered that when he was young, he was always more mature and rational than his peers.
Whether it was the disease-ridden past life or the cursed life, it seemed that such a thing as youthful spirit had never appeared in him.
"Does it hurt?"
"What?" Tver looked up in surprise.
"I mean, does it hurt when you die? Or is it as painful as during chemotherapy?" He asked curiously, as if he was talking about the beautiful and unreal weather outside the window.
After opening his mouth, Tver finally shook his head gently.
"No, I should say it doesn't hurt at all. Of course, I don't know if that situation is an exception. After all..."
Tver was startled and looked at him with some confusion.
"After all, none of us are truly dead."
Hearing this, he shrugged vaguely on the hospital bed, his naughty movements not answering the question.
"The topic of death is too heavy, let's talk about something lighter?"
A childlike smile of anticipation appeared on his face, and Tver realized that this was a young man who spent most of his time fighting illness.
"Of course." Tver's voice was choked, and he lowered his head to prevent his red eyes from being exposed.
"My life in that world... was indeed wonderful, with all kinds of strange magic and magical potions..."
"And of course, the interesting people."
"That's good." He retracted his probing eyes with relief and fiddled with his fingers with some unclear meaning.
"The magical world..." He sighed, and then looked at Tver carefully.
"Tell me, is there any powerful potion in the magical world that can..."
"Yes, there must be." Tver suddenly raised his head and looked directly into his eyes, "Not only potions, magic can also be integrated into technology to make up for the shortcomings of technology."
"Let you run around outside healthily and happily, so that you can read, study, and—" like a normal person.
"Life!"
"Life……"
Hearing this, he looked at Tver blankly, his eyes were complicated, as if he was in disbelief, but also full of expectation.
"Life is too far away for me. I... I just want to... live, that's all." He said in an extremely humble tone.
Hearing his low voice, Tver's heart felt an inexplicable pain.
The disease relapses from time to time and the seemingly endless rounds of chemotherapy bring despairing pain again and again.
He still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Even when he endured endless pain, he thought about giving up;
Even every late night, he thought that it would be better to get it over with;
even though……
The moment before death, he still carried his yearning and love for life.
"Yes, it will definitely happen." Tver said a little abruptly.
Seeing his surprised expression, Tver looked at him with wet eyes, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
"I have been living hard, I have always worked hard, and I have never thought of giving up on myself."
"Not only that, my ability is quite good. I have protected many, many people, their past, present, and future."
"As you hope, we...are all working hard to live and make this world better and better...better and...better!"
He looked at Tver in a daze. For a long time, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling, and then he responded with a happy smile.
"It's great, it's really great to be alive..."
He grasped the white sheets feebly, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto the back of his hands, his body trembling with excitement and perhaps joy.
In his heart, he was happy at every moment in Bitwell's memory.
Seeing his happy look, Tver suddenly realized.
His time travel and everything he did were actually his obsessions honed under the torment of illness.
Alive.
These two words may be frivolous, but for some people, they are just unattainable beautiful fantasies.
In the past, he did it to keep himself alive, but now he does it to keep more people alive...
In the future, his purpose should be to allow those who should survive to have a good and healthy life.
"Thank you." He wiped the tears from his face, but the smile seemed to be fixed on his face and could not be wiped off.
"Thank you for telling me this."
"No, I should say thank you." Tver said softly.
Tver clearly remembered that the moment he returned to the principal's office, the death curse hit him accurately.
To be honest, the taste is quite... wonderful.
It's like there is a hand, no matter how reluctant you are, you can only watch that hand pull out your soul.
Just like your mother holding the scruff of your destiny when you were a kid.
What's even more amazing is that this feeling can be said to be his third time trying...
But where is he now?
As soon as this question emerged from his mind, Tver realized that he suddenly came to a room with bright and clean windows.
No, to be precise, it is one that is as white as heaven under the dazzling sunlight...
Ward.
His heart suddenly sank.
He was all too familiar with this place, from the ticking ventilator to the pungent smell of disinfectant.
It can even be said that it is so familiar that it is disgusting...
"You're here."
A gentle voice suddenly brought Tver back from his memories, and also allowed him to see the familiar person lying on the familiar hospital bed, even after so many years, he was still very familiar with him.
It should be said that this is himself, the original owner of the soul in his body.
"You seem nervous?"
He struggled to sit up from the hospital bed, but his extremely weak body seemed not to be able to provide this little strength. After struggling for a few times, he finally had to lie down helplessly.
"I said, do you like watching me suffer so much? Can't you use your tall and powerful body to help me?"
He said with a slight complaint, and his tone of matter-of-factness actually made Tver feel that there was nothing wrong with him.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Tver was stunned for a moment, and then he went over to help him up, letting his bony body lean on the thick pillow.
After doing all this, looking at the satisfied look on his face, Tver couldn't help but feel infected and gradually settled down.
Although he didn't know what was happening, he would not and should not be afraid of himself.
"Sit down, I can see from your eyes that your life must be exciting, right?" His knuckled hand pointed at the stool next to the hospital bed, but his eyes were filled with unusually obvious envy.
Just these words made Tver a little confused about how to answer, so he had to sit down silently and look at him quietly.
The eyes of both of them were particularly peaceful, even a little silent that did not suit their age.
After two lifetimes, Tver sadly discovered that when he was young, he was always more mature and rational than his peers.
Whether it was the disease-ridden past life or the cursed life, it seemed that such a thing as youthful spirit had never appeared in him.
"Does it hurt?"
"What?" Tver looked up in surprise.
"I mean, does it hurt when you die? Or is it as painful as during chemotherapy?" He asked curiously, as if he was talking about the beautiful and unreal weather outside the window.
After opening his mouth, Tver finally shook his head gently.
"No, I should say it doesn't hurt at all. Of course, I don't know if that situation is an exception. After all..."
Tver was startled and looked at him with some confusion.
"After all, none of us are truly dead."
Hearing this, he shrugged vaguely on the hospital bed, his naughty movements not answering the question.
"The topic of death is too heavy, let's talk about something lighter?"
A childlike smile of anticipation appeared on his face, and Tver realized that this was a young man who spent most of his time fighting illness.
"Of course." Tver's voice was choked, and he lowered his head to prevent his red eyes from being exposed.
"My life in that world... was indeed wonderful, with all kinds of strange magic and magical potions..."
"And of course, the interesting people."
"That's good." He retracted his probing eyes with relief and fiddled with his fingers with some unclear meaning.
"The magical world..." He sighed, and then looked at Tver carefully.
"Tell me, is there any powerful potion in the magical world that can..."
"Yes, there must be." Tver suddenly raised his head and looked directly into his eyes, "Not only potions, magic can also be integrated into technology to make up for the shortcomings of technology."
"Let you run around outside healthily and happily, so that you can read, study, and—" like a normal person.
"Life!"
"Life……"
Hearing this, he looked at Tver blankly, his eyes were complicated, as if he was in disbelief, but also full of expectation.
"Life is too far away for me. I... I just want to... live, that's all." He said in an extremely humble tone.
Hearing his low voice, Tver's heart felt an inexplicable pain.
The disease relapses from time to time and the seemingly endless rounds of chemotherapy bring despairing pain again and again.
He still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Even when he endured endless pain, he thought about giving up;
Even every late night, he thought that it would be better to get it over with;
even though……
The moment before death, he still carried his yearning and love for life.
"Yes, it will definitely happen." Tver said a little abruptly.
Seeing his surprised expression, Tver looked at him with wet eyes, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
"I have been living hard, I have always worked hard, and I have never thought of giving up on myself."
"Not only that, my ability is quite good. I have protected many, many people, their past, present, and future."
"As you hope, we...are all working hard to live and make this world better and better...better and...better!"
He looked at Tver in a daze. For a long time, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling, and then he responded with a happy smile.
"It's great, it's really great to be alive..."
He grasped the white sheets feebly, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto the back of his hands, his body trembling with excitement and perhaps joy.
In his heart, he was happy at every moment in Bitwell's memory.
Seeing his happy look, Tver suddenly realized.
His time travel and everything he did were actually his obsessions honed under the torment of illness.
Alive.
These two words may be frivolous, but for some people, they are just unattainable beautiful fantasies.
In the past, he did it to keep himself alive, but now he does it to keep more people alive...
In the future, his purpose should be to allow those who should survive to have a good and healthy life.
"Thank you." He wiped the tears from his face, but the smile seemed to be fixed on his face and could not be wiped off.
"Thank you for telling me this."
"No, I should say thank you." Tver said softly.
