Reset the World: Thorns of Life Saga, #3

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"Has it ever occurred to you that if you want to survive in this dark world, you have to become darkness itself?

Emilia Wilson was a typical, not so typical, 3rd-year college student who wanted nothing more than to pass all her subjects, read the books she had bought, and enjoy a good cup of her favorite tea in peace.

When she got a phone call from her parents to visit her Grandmother, who was at death’s door, Emilia was pulled into the grand scheme of monstrous crimes, and the tea she wished for was nothing more than a long-forgotten dream.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chain of Chaos 0.

Reasoning I tried

Everything that I knew

Before me.

In my mind

Rationality was no longer valid

This was beyond

Humanity

Chapter 1

Oh, where to start-

Well, I am the reincarnation of the devil, to put it lightly. Or, at the very least, I have to think of myself that way.

My desire to change the world was no longer as pure as you would wish it to be. Hey, let’s not lie here. It is driven by power.

But, truly, my diary, how can anyone change the world without losing themselves in their own madness?

How far would you actually be able to go?

That was a broken mess of thoughts that wandered Emilia’s mind making her in desperate need to write everything in her diary. She didn’t just wonder about anything; she was more of an action person.

And just how much of yourself do you need to sacrifice in order to keep going towards a goal that not just might, but rather has a high-chance of never seeing that perfect world in your lifetime?

How much is it worth?

How much until you are no longer sick of feeling anything?

How much until the numbness kicks in?

How long until a high dose of sleep medication is no longer needed for one to fall asleep?

How much until you no longer feel anything when you indirectly commit a murder?

That’s when her harsh rationality kicked in and told her that she had nothing to lose, so she might as well give up the last of her humanity for a better cause.

One could easily argue she was delusional to think that cleansing the world of corruption was even possible.

But then, how do you preserve everything that didn’t need to be fixed? How do you proceed after everything is destroyed and set anew?

She calmly put the pencil down, her poker expression dimly lit under a candlelight in a small stone room, a full moon being her only night companion. Her mind wandered to that one damned regret that was her constant companion for the following-

Has it truly been 16 years, my little idiot?

The reality of such a number of years started settling in her mind now that she finally thought of it, bringing up a spurge of emotions she was not ready to face.

Sometimes it feels like it’s been thousands of years of the same battle, and other times, it feels like yesterday.

And sometimes, just sometimes, I need a reminder of what I am even fighting for.

Why did I even start anything in the first place?

A knock rudely cut off her thoughts, reminding her that there was another human being in the safety bunker there with her in Germany.

Are you decent, sis? An all-too-familiar voice spoke, and she found a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, I brought you something to eat.

Placing the diary in the drawer, she replied, Of course I am. What the bloody hell do you think I am doing in here?

The door opened, revealing a young black-haired male in his late twenties adorned in casual attire, his big round eyes closed for a second as he shook his head a little, and with a small smirk on his face, Better safe than sorry. Sometimes, she would forget that her brother was an adult, and he was no longer in need of her as much as he used to.

But-

Despite his age and the years passing by, he would always remain her baby brother.

His timing couldn’t be better. His small cheeky grin reminded Emilia that playfulness and pureness were something that she would protect by any means, no matter how seldom he displayed it. She was literally changing the world just to keep it alive, even if it meant becoming a monster in the eyes of so many.

Even if she became a monster in his own eyes.

But if it meant persevering her little (not-so-little) brother’s hope (at least what was of it), she was more than willing to sacrifice herself in the process. The bigger the stakes, the bigger the reward.

The tea on the tray reminded her that a certain little idiot couldn’t protect herself even if her life depended on it.

Ha, it might be doing the same for her as well.

She eyed the silver tray that her brother had placed on the desk. It was filled with a delicious fish steak, rice covered in a mushroom sauce (Some people just loved the mushroom sauce!) with some veggies on the side, as well as hibiscus tea sweetened just the way she had always preferred.

She immediately dived into the food, relishing in the perfect creamy taste in her mouth, knowing very well that her brother had eaten dinner already.

After all, wasn’t the taste in her mouth worth a kill here and there?

She felt his stare slowly becoming too awkward, even by her standards.

Is everything alright? he finally asked, his voice low, filled with concern, and she knew that he was eyeing her up and down, You don’t seem to be in any physical pain.

Emilia gave him a ghost of a smile, taking another piece with her fork. The fish was soft, so she didn’t need to use the knife at all, Has anything been alright since they were gone?

Inwardly, she scowled at the fact that she used the word gone rather than the real harsh truth. After all, it was no mystery that their parents were murdered.

Murdered. Killed. Slaughtered.

Anything but fucking gone. It’s not like they have gone to the store or work. They were bloody pawns in the game of a monster.

Then again, haven’t I become the worst monster that ever was...?

His shoulders tensed a little, but he smiled nonetheless. It was a rather weak smile, the one that you offer someone when you feel utterly helpless and at a loss for words. The one that doesn’t even last 3 seconds, You just look more grim than usual, Emy.

Please, remind me of the time when I was all sunshine and rainbow.

The time when you were a child, and...with her., she tsked at him, still chewing the last bite, To be honest, knowing that at least you’re so close to her this time, I thought it would do something positive to you considering...everything.

She gave him an odd look, and this time the smile on his face reached his eyes.

But...despite everything, I think you need to be reminded that you can stop...It’s been over 15 years of you going around the world, executing some sort of twisted justice, and I...You can stop, Emy. For your own good.

Stopping is not even an option at this point.

Why? He clutched his hands, "Why won’t you just tell the world the truth? Why do you insist on going with this?" his voice was firm, but she very well noticed the little tremble it held for that mini-, no, nanosecond, indicating all the grief behind.

She closed her eyes, slowly swallowing her food along with all her feelings. Or, at the very least, what was left of them, You know that you can always leave and that even then, I would protect you at all costs. You would live like a king despite anything.

The man let out a deep sigh, his hands crossed, Do you seriously think that after everything, I could ever go on living.... a normal life? Truth be told, I am not even sure what a normal life is anymore.

... her silence was like an agreement to his statement. Normal was not an option for either of them in every sense of the word. Both of them would continue going in their own ways, just like moonlight would always creep into her bunker in Germany...or any other one she owned.

But I know that I can’t let you be on your own. He quickly added with a small chuckle, Powerful, intelligent, and messed up in every way? A chaotic combo indeed. Turning around, he stared into her eyes intensely, but she quickly swallowed the guilt that was skulking somewhere in the depths of her mind, I just want you to be happy. But, sis, don’t you see that everything you are trying to create is destroying you as well?

You could never understand anything because you have always been a better person than I am. Don’t you think I already know that? But all the same, the very same power that keeps destroying me is the one that keeps me going. Fascinating, is it? a sorrowful smile made its way to her face, It eats you alive, but it makes you feel alive.

Rocky stayed silent, awkwardly standing in the place, his eyes silently judging her, but he spoke no more, giving up entirely on that conversation.

Why are we even back in Germany after...so long? I thought that it’s something we agree on...that nothing good happens in Germany; not to us at least.

Still eating her meal, she found herself searching for an answer. The true