The Fated Return

'No, no, no… not this day.'

He was at a loss after seeing the day he returned.

'What a nice shitty day to come back, you fucking system.' Even though he cursed the system no response was returned. 'Don't tell me you're stuck on the other timeline after all of your ramblings about being the best system out there.'

[Fuck off! I'm just going to sit back and enjoy your sufferings with a bag of popcorn.]

'Glad you're not dead, Gonorrhea.' He snickered inside.

[Oh yeah, guess this. Whose daddy is in the coffin? I can give you a hint if you want.]

'Fuck you. I have already experienced this scenario and have outgrown human loss. You can't make me suffer on something like this.'

[Yeah, your inhumane behavior might be the reason the other beings chose you.]

'Oh yeah, then why would someone angelic as you be stuck with a devil like me?' He had a mockery in his tone.

[Devil? You? Don't make me laugh, bozo. You're just a toddler doing some childish stuff and calling himself the devil. If the actual devil heard it, he might send you some candies from the hell.]

'Fuck off. stupid system.'

"I know this is hard for you, but you have to stay strong in order to catch up to your dad. Like you always have dreamed." He heard a sad voice from behind, then he remembered, John was still holding him. He quickly stood up himself.

"No, I'm not sad, John in fac—"

[Act sad you dumb fuck. Heroes and the world are watching you. Stay low at least at this stage of your life.]

"In fact, I'll stay strong for my father. He… uh… he told me that no matter what happens I should stay strong with the willpower of a hero." Fake tears began to flow from his eyes like he has been trying to hold it for so long, that now he can't hold it anymore.

'No matter how he acts, he is still a good boy inside just like his father.' John thought.

[Wow, mother fucker! You really are a piece of art, aren't you?] The system seemed surprised.

'Well, you said to act, right? What, you can't take it?'

The system did not reply.

The funeral was huge, it is not a surprise considering Graham shepherd or Rockhopper was one of the most celebrated heroes of his time. Desmond recognized many faces. Some of them were killed by himself, some of them died in front of him and some of them were planned to be killed by him.

Most importantly the Vagabonds and the president of the hero federation were there. He looked at them with animosity but didn't show it outwards. Home Bringer, his previous… life's murderer was looking solemnly at the coffin. He wasn't sure how he was going to bring that fucker down.

[Do you want to kill him?]

'Yes, how can I do it?'

[His power level is on another level even when considering all the heroes present here. Killing him would be impossible for the current you but with time and your potential level, you can do it.]

'With time…' He mused himself. He was still staring at Home Bringer, at that moment Home Bringer gazed at him too. Their eyes interlocked for a moment. Desmond was getting furious.

[Control your anger, that guy can sense the animosity]

Desmond looked at his father's coffin. Sadly.

'Five years. I've regressed five years back. Even before my enrolment in the academy. I'll be joining the academy two months later and all the future hope of the people will also be enrolling there…

That bitch must also be there.'

[Somebody is staring at you.]

'Where?'

[On your left.]

Desmond slowly looked to his left side to see a lady with dark hair and purple eyes, just like his eyes. The lady suddenly averted her gaze.

[That's your mother, right?]

'Yes. The one who abandoned me and my father and ran away.'

[She's looking at you longingly. She must be feeling sorry for you.]

'I don't need her sorry. She abandoned us when my dad needed her. She's no mother to me.'

[From your memory, she would be in the academy, right?]

'Yes, she would be there as a teacher and do not go around and snoop on people's memory without their permission.'

[I don't need your permission nor do I'm obliged to obey you.]

'Fuck you and stop talking, Gonorrhea.'

*****

The funeral ended and before the media could swarm him, John took him away to his mansion.

"The academy will start in two months, Sir. Do you need anything before that?"

"I need training, John. Find me someone who can train me." Desmond responded as he gazed through the book from the pile of books in front of him.

"Training? Is that right what I heard?" John was confused. Desmond was an arrogant boy who never thought of anything other than himself. Not to mention a narcist too. For someone like him to ask for a trainer was huge. 'Loss of his father must have affected him. Poor kid.'

Desmond didn't respond.

"If that is what you want, then I'll find the best training partner for you from our guild, sir" John immediately took his tablet and began to type something on it.

Desmond was looking at the various martial arts books available in the mansion. He wasn't just looking at it, in fact, he was absorbing it with the help of the system. He scans the martial art books and the system integrates them with his brain.

'Whoa, this is nuts! This way I can skip the training time.' Desmond excitedly read the books.

[Sorry to pop the cherry again, Desmond, but you've to train the martial arts even if you absorb the knowledge]

'Wait, I can't perform it without training this?' He confusedly asked as his previous excitement was dying down.

[What? Do you think you have the muscle and physique for the martial arts? Who do you think you're, Home Bringer? For you to learn the art perfectly without developing enough muscles needed for the arts? You'll be broken the second you try any of this without training it. You really are a piece of shit, aren't you?]

'That's enough, Idiot. I understood. You don't have to berate me for a mistake. In fact, you're the whole reason I thought I could do it without the training.' He felt his excitement drop when he heard about it first but his blood started to boil when he heard the cussing from the shitty system.

[What did I do, you little fucker?]

'I thought you were some advanced and better system that can make me strong in less time. I admit it, it is my fault. My fault that I thought you were some super-duper system. I've overestimated you, my poor system.'

[Yo-you…] Desmond could imagine, if the system were to have a body it must be twitching its eye. He snickered imagining it.

[You think I could make you muscle if you don't even have any in the first place? And for your information, I'm the best out there. It was my shitty luck that I'm stuck with a little bitch like you]

He ignored its rambling.

"John, cancel that trainer." He called out to john who was sitting on the couch while typing something on his tab.

"… Pardon, sir?"

"I said, cancel that trainer. I'll train myself."

John was at a loss for words. Here he thought he must've changed. But to think he was still the same. He repeatedly shook his head.

"...Right away, sir." Then he began to type again.

[The fuck are you doing, you idiot?] System's angry sound was ringing in his head.

'What? What is it now?' He annoyingly asked.

[Why did you cancel the training?]

'I thought you said I need to train to develop enough muscle to perform the arts. Training with someone would only waste time, right?'

[Idiot, I could scan the trainer's movements and integrate them with you. You do know that some heroes have their own art that hasn't have a book or manual. Not to mention training with the trainer also can increase your muscles.]

'Oh... is that so?'

[Yes, you fucking idiot. How- How the fuck did I end u with you.] He could feel the system's frustrated voice inside his head.

"John."

"Yes Sir, you need something?"

"Don't cancel the trainer. In fact, make an appointment as fast as you can." He said while sipping the coffee in front of him.

"Uh… Sir…"

"Yes, John?"

"I've already canceled the appointment," John said confusedly. What happened to him? Did his father's death also affect his mental health? What a poor kid, I must protect him while I can. There are many predators who will aim for the guild and the young sir, now the guild master is dead.

"Then make another appointment. After all, they are from my guild, right?"

"As you wish, Sir. I'll make an appointment right now." With this, John immersed himself in his tab.

'Happy now, Idiot.'

[Fuck you, you dumb fuck.]

'Wow, so vulgar. Are you sure you're from whatever this 'celestial world' is? Or is the residence of this celestial world being much as vulgar as you?'

The system went silent.

'Idiot? Are you sad?'

[…Fuck you. Fuck your family and fuck your world.'

'Right.' He smiled and immersed himself in the books.