WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!

Reon pondered the endless possibilities that lay ahead with the fortune he had amassed. Now, he could acquire rare resources, master advanced techniques, and gain treasures far beyond the reach of an Outer Sect disciple.

As he neared the cave's mouth, the dim light within gradually gave way to the warm, amber glow of the late afternoon sun.

Stepping out into the open, he paused for a moment, taking in the crisp, fresh air and feeling the cool breeze brush against his skin. 

The familiar, soft rustling of leaves filled the air as he surveyed the Whispering Grove. Golden sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting long shadows on the forest floor carpeted with moss and patches of wildflowers.

For a moment, Reon simply stood, letting the peace of the grove wash over him.

"All right, Cloudia," he said, smiling as he reached down to give his loyal companion an affectionate scratch behind her ears. "Let's head back to the sect."

With a flick of her tail and a spirited bark, Cloudia fell into step beside him. Reon began walking slowly through the forest, savoring the quiet beauty of the grove as they moved.

Sunlight glinted off the leaves, and the earthy scent of the forest floor mixed with a hint of wildflowers. Birds chirped in the canopy above, while the distant hum of a small stream trickled somewhere off to the side.

As Reon and Cloudia made their way through the forest, he occasionally paused to gather herbs that caught his eye.

His "Identify" skill allowed him to recognize each plant effortlessly, assessing their properties and potential uses.

After several days of steady travel, Reon stumbled upon a large, serene lake nestled in a clearing.

The water was crystal-clear, reflecting the blue sky above and surrounded by tall reeds and flowering plants that swayed gently in the breeze.

Reon's face lit up with relief and excitement. This was the perfect place to wash off the dust and grime of the journey.

Without a second thought, he set his belongings aside, quickly removed his clothes, and leapt into the lake with a hearty splash.

The cool water embraced him, washing away the weariness from days of travel and leaving him feeling invigorated.

Moments later, Cloudia bounded after him, her lithe form gracefully diving into the water to join him.

"Ahh! How refreshing!" Reon exclaimed, floating on his back as the gentle ripples lapped over him.

He closed his eyes, letting the coolness seep into his skin, easing his muscles. The fresh, clean scent of the water filled his senses, and he took a deep breath, savoring the moment.

Next to him, Cloudia swam happily, her fur slick and glistening in the sunlight as she paddled and splashed playfully. Reon couldn't help but laugh, watching her carefree joy.

After a while, Reon climbed from the water and dried off, his attention suddenly drawn to something lying in the shadow of a nearby tree. His laughter faded as he approached, his heart sinking.

There, curled up at the base of the tree, lay a tiny white cat, patches of black dotting its fur.

It was badly injured, its small body shivering weakly with each shallow breath, and Reon could see how close it was to death's edge. 

His chest tightened at the sight—a fragile, delicate creature, battered and bruised as if the world itself had turned its cruel gaze upon it.

A painful memory clawed its way to the surface, one he had desperately tried to bury. In his past life, after losing the only family he had ever known and his closest friend, he had wandered aimlessly through the streets, hollow and numb, a shadow of his former self.

One gray and rainy afternoon, he stumbled upon a stray kitten, small and trembling, drenched by the relentless downpour. It had been alone—just like him.

In that fragile creature's frightened eyes, he had seen a reflection of his own despair. He took the kitten back to the orphanage, cradling it like the last flicker of warmth in his cold, empty world.

Animals were forbidden there, so he kept it a secret, hiding it as though it were the most precious treasure in the universe.

For a time, that tiny kitten had been his solace, a silent companion that made his desolation bearable. 

But one fateful day, the orphanage caretaker discovered his hidden companion. Without a shred of compassion, they took the kitten away and ended its life.

Reon had cried for days, each tear a fragment of his shattered heart. The one being he had dared to love, the one friend he had in his darkest moments, was gone—snuffed out by the same merciless world that had stolen everything else from him.

He had never felt more helpless, more alone. The memory of that loss lingered, like a scar etched deep into his soul.

The memory surged within him as he looked down at the tiny creature trembling in the grass, its white fur matted and stained with dried blood.

Reon's heart ached, each labored breath from the cat rekindling the raw pain of his own loss. He couldn't bear to let this little one suffer, to let it be taken by the same cruel fate he had once endured with his first cat.

It was as if fate had given him a chance to make things right.

Without hesitation, he reached into his spatial ring, his fingers closing around a small vial of Healing Pills.

Carefully, he crushed one of the pills into a fine powder, and then another, determined to give this creature every possible chance at survival.

He knelt beside it, cradling its head in his hand, and gently coaxed open its tiny mouth, his movements deliberate and gentle as he fed the powder to the cat bit by bit, allowing it to dissolve slowly on its tongue.

But the creature's wounds were severe—far worse than he'd first realized—so he crushed a third pill, pressing it gently to the cat's mouth, watching as the healing energy began to take effect.

As he worked, he stroked its frail body, his fingers moving in soft, comforting circles over its fur.

He murmured softly, his voice barely a whisper, infused with a tenderness he hadn't allowed himself to feel for years, "Just a little more, and you'll be fine, little one... I won't let you die."