Soon when I was resting, I saw that two people in a far-away area were spitting some strange kind of liquid from their mouths, and feeling how intense the attacks of Antak were, I had no doubts that these were suckers who were trying to make a sandwich out of me.
But this father was more than what their entire generation could imagine, so I gave a meaningful gaze to Bona, who was still busy thinking about something, and seeing my gaze, he looked at the side where I was gesturing and smirked while disappearing in thin air.
Well now, I could rest up a little while thinking about many nice outcomes, but the moment I was about to turn my eyes shut, I saw that something strange started to happen, as if the entire surrounding again changed, but this time it wasn't about empty space or creepy creatures, but rather it had strange hilly ground with stormy weather, and I was lying on grassy ground.
Finding it weird, I tried to get up but felt that my body was still exhausted due to previous battles and it was barely even getting together, so now I could just lie down in the rain and feel the wet grass around my body and feel this strange comfort.
But as I was enjoying it, I heard a few cries and noises. Feeling it weird, I thought about ignoring them, but out of curiosity, I still crawled towards the noise and saw some pieces of the past that I never wished to see again.
The past where I was nothing but an insecure brat, who had nothing to lose or to look forward to other than his revenge, and here also, I was hitting people with my bare hands to such a state that I don't wish to mention, but one thing was clear: my body was bleeding intensely while beating those people, but instead of stopping, I was just keep hitting them. Every hit was just as brutal as before; hearing the cries and curses from the family members of those people was surely not that pleasing.
The cries began to echo in my mind, and I was not even feeling so great that I could sympathize with the victims of my revenge, and there wasn't even anything that I could even sympathize with, because there are only two types of people: survivors and victims!
So in order to survive, I did what I saw, and mostly I had no regret, but still looking at the family of those victims, I couldn't help but feel pity towards them, as seeing their cherished family members get pummeled by some random creep was nowhere near easy to accept.
Hearing young kids crying and screaming the names of their parents, asking for help, yet there was nothing they could do but rather keep crawling on the ground while seeing me pummeling their parents to meatloaf with bare knuckles.
Well, mostly this dramatic scene was kind of foggy in my mind, but I still remembered some fragments of those memories, and maybe they had some paranormal or psychological issues; that was the reason I had to kill all of them.
But seeing the raindrops falling on the ground while the area was being covered with the stench of blood and cries, it surely was strange, but I can't deny how incredibly stupid it felt to see how barbaric I was, that despite killing the people, I was still hitting their bodies, as if I was looking for them to again revive and get killed by me again and again.
Well, these memories surely always forced me to stand up and keep fighting, but this time, I was not physically worn out but rather emotionally. It felt like I was drained way past my limits, and it was time to finally close my eyes.
But the moment i was about to close my eyes, i heard a deep voice: 'Brat, you done already or do you want me to take from here?'
Hearing this voice, I realized that I couldn't just die in this random area before squeezing life out of those bastards who dared to stand in my way!
But you see, these words were not any sort of magic that could heal my body in any sort, so I could just do nothing but wait for an opening to strike.
Soon seeing me lying peacefully on the ground, the scene I was viewing started to get more interactive, where the people from that memory started cursing me instead of cursing that version of me who was crushing their loved ones right before them.
Seeing it, I realized that these bastards surely had no brain to brag about; these creeps were literally cursing me, as if it was going to affect me in any way. I literally never had regrets about my revenge; it was just that I sometimes felt bad about wasting my time for such a barbaric display of rage.
But still hearing their curses, I still couldn't remember the exact reason for killing them, and now after hearing them for some time, my horrors started to manifest; the rainwater started turning into droplets of blood, and the scene started to get intense as my other version had completed his pummeling of their parents, and he was moving towards those young kids.
Seeing it, I felt that maybe this wasn't my real memory after all, as I didn't remember ever hitting or killing the kids without a proper reason, but seeing how my other version was chasing them like a ferocious beast, I couldn't help but feel strangely worried about them.
Soon just as he was about to catch them, i again heard a voice: 'Kid, how long are you planning to sleep?'
Hearing this familiar voice, I looked around and saw that everything again got normal; I was again in my car while Bona was sitting right beside me, and Imu and Nona had concerned expressions on their faces.