LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 4: Regressor...?
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"First Story Line?" Caelus mused silently, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He returned the comb to its original spot with deliberate precision before striding past Helena.
His expression radiated indifference, as if the world and its concerns barely registered in his mind.
Helena, watching him saunter away, barely reacted. She'd seen this attitude countless times. The king, after all, was always like this—a tyrant who did whatever he pleased.
By now, she had grown numb to his arrogant and dismissive behavior, though it didn't make it any less grating.
"Your Royal Highness, wait for me!" Helena called out, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and decorum.
She hurriedly turned, her flowing skirts brushing against the polished floor, and reached for him. "My lord, Please stop!" she cried again. But, predictably, he didn't.
With a resigned sigh, she quickened her pace, an angelic smile fixed firmly on her lips. Outwardly, she looked calm and composed, her serene demeanor a practiced facade.
Inside, however, her mind spiraled into chaos. Panic clutched at her chest, her heart pounding louder and faster with each step she took.
She felt like it might shatter into a thousand pieces.
The reason for her panic?
Her frantic thoughts screamed the answer.
WHY ISN'T THIS TYRANT DEAD YET?! WHY, WHY, WHY?! DIDN'T THE POISON WORK?!
Her inner turmoil was a tempest threatening to consume her. She gritted her teeth, fighting to maintain her composure.
If Caelus suspected even a hint of her betrayal, the consequences would be catastrophic—not just for her, but for her entire family.
The image of their severed heads displayed on city gates haunted her thoughts.
The alternative was no less horrifying: crucifixion, slavery, or worse.
Despite the roaring chaos in her mind, her performance was nearly flawless.
Any normal Person—or a fool enchanted by her beauty aka A Simp—would be completely deceived.
But the man walking ahead of her wasn't just any man. Caelus, the devil himself, saw through her with chilling clarity.
A subtle smile flickered across his face, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.' It'll be fun to toy with you,' he thought, savoring the prospect.
His memory flashed to the first storyline the character "Caelus" had encountered in the game. This wasn't some perilous, life-threatening arc.
No, it was a harvest. A prey meticulously laid out for the hunter to enjoy And he surely was going to feast on it.
.....
Meanwhile, in the gladiator cells:
"Hehehehehe! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
A man, no older than his early twenties, cackled like a madman.
His left hand was raised, and he bit at his nails with such ferocity that the raw sting began to shoot through his fingertips.
Yet, he didn't stop. His eyes were wide, gleaming with an unsettling mix of joy and chaos, his grin stretching unnervingly across his face.
At first glance, anyone watching might assume he had lost his mind. Perhaps he had suffered some unimaginable trauma—why else would someone behave like this?
There was no other logical explanation for his manic actions.
'I have returned! I HAVE TRULY RETURNED!'
The words screamed in his mind, reverberating like a war cry. He continued gnawing at his nails, his brown hair messy and unkempt.
His brown eyes, though seemingly ordinary, carried an inexplicable intensity—a spark of something otherworldly.
There was more to him than met the eye.
He was the son of...
Godly Gasbag.
Cough, cough. Ahem.
He was the son of Zeus.
Suddenly, he froze mid-bite. His crazed expression gave way to a grimace as he pushed himself to his feet with deliberate effort.
Pain radiated from his right leg, but he still managed to stood up, his breath coming in sharp, controlled gasps.
"I can't believe it," he muttered to himself, his voice low and gravelly, "I've regressed back in time... with Grandfather's bones."
Asterion's thoughts raced, his heart thundering in his chest. The shock of his situation mixed with a potent, simmering rage.
His entire being—body, mind, and soul—was consumed by a single overwhelming emotion:
A thirst for revenge, boundless and unrelenting.
You might have guessed, he is a regressor who regressed back in time from the future after being killed by his own father, Godly Gasbag. Zeus. The bastard who not only raped Asterion's mother,
but also his wife and daughter in the future, because they tried to seduce him with their beauty and were the ones at fault, according to Zeus.
'WHAT BULLSHIT!' As Asterion remembered his bastard father's words, his heart filled with even more bloodlust and hatred. How could his wife and daughter seduce that bastard when they had never even met him?
It was clear as day that he was the one who lusted after them, not the other way around.
The day Asterion found out about this was the day he became a man. All his life, he had tried his best to impress his father, and what did he get in return?
He came home to find Zeus fucking his wife and daughter in Asterion's bed after he had just returned from fighting a war with the Asgardians for Zeus.
But since he was the weak one between the two, he lost to Zeus, had his wife and daughter stolen, and was thrown into the ocean after having his legs and hands cut off.
Fortunately for him, as he was drowning, his pendant, made from Chronos's bone, somehow brought him back in time after asking him about his choice.
'Zeus! Your son has returned! I BRING THE DESTRUCTION OF OLYMPUS!'
Asterion thought in his mind as he almost yelled.
{A/N: Let me ask you a question: What role does Helena have in the first storyline, according to you?
And one more thing: If we can get 60 power stones today, I will upload two more bonus chapters :) }