Abandoned Gremory Travels Multiverse

On a picturesque day, bathed in sunlight and caressed by the gentle breeze, a bustling town carried on its daily rhythm, with people streaming towards their respective endeavors.

Among them was Dylan Parker, a 20-year-old teenage boy of unremarkable stature, strolling alongside his friend, Levi Jordan—a peer of similar age but endowed with a slightly more robust physique.

"Hey, Dylan, did you play that game? Why is he so horny?" Levi inquired, deftly flipping a coin as they ambled along a side road.

"I don't indulge in such games; they're for those who struggle with getting women in real life," Dylan retorted with a touch of nonchalance.

Levi probed further, "Oh, really? Then why haven't you found yourself a girlfriend yet?"

Dylan responded coolly, "I'm channeling my energy into building a future; I have no room for such distraction in my life."

"Then why do you feel like you're lying?" Levi questioned, his skepticism evident in his tone, refusing to accept Dylan's answer.

"If I am lying, I will die," Dylan asserted, his words hanging in the air with a weight that seemed to match Levi's growing unease.

"What nonsense are you saying?" Levi retorted, the coin he was flipping slipping through his fingers, clattering onto the ground. He rushed to retrieve it, but then a resounding BOOM interrupted the moment. As he turned, his eyes widened at the sight of an overturned truck. The gravity of the situation hit him like a freight train.

"Dylan!" Levi's shout echoed as he sprinted towards the scene, the gathering crowd mirroring the urgency.

As Levi came to a halt, it was as if his fears materialized into a cruel reality. Dylan was crushed beneath the semi-truck, his entire body bore the weight, except for his head and one hand—both smeared in blood.

Levi rushed forward, tears streaming down his face. "Dylan..Dylan," he muttered, his voice trembling. He noticed Dylan's lips quivering, as if struggling to convey something.

"Don't worry, Dylan. The ambulance will be here soon. Do you want to say something?" Levi implored, seeing Dylan's finger move, as if signaling him to come closer.

Levi leaned in, his heart pounding, ready to hear Dylan's words. "Last wish," Dylan whispered. Levi, in a mix of confusion and denial, responded, "Last wish? Bro, don't talk like that. The ambulance will be here, and the world has advanced so much it will be easy to treat you."

But Dylan persisted, his voice pained, "Can you fulfill my last wish or not?" Levi, with a reluctant sigh, agreed, "Fine, what is it?"

"Destroy my computer, turn it to ashes," Dylan's words resonated in Levi's ears. Levi, bewildered, replied, "Don't worry, I'll do it as you say." Yet, as Levi shook Dylan, no response came, only the haunting cries that filled the somber atmosphere.

Meanwhile Dylan found himself engulfed in an abyss of darkness, whispering to his own solitude, "So this is what it feels like to die." The weightlessness consumed him, veiling his eyes in obscurity.

'It's peaceful,' Dylan mused as he reminisced about his life. Born into a fairly good family, he had no problems with money for his daily life, except for the lack of family love. His mother was very strict, and even though they were blood-related, she never liked Dylan. All her focus was on Dylan's little brother, who excelled in everything, topping his school exams. Dylan's father seemed like his mother's slave, always following her words.

'I hope this peace lasts forever,' Dylan said, seemingly getting drowned in the silence of his surroundings."

Yet, in the depths of his contemplation, a sudden transformation seized him. His eyes, shrouded in darkness, burst into luminance, revealing a new reality. Above, a ceiling adorned with intricate patterns greeted his gaze.

"Look, young master, his eyes are moving. He's observing his surroundings," a soft, melodic voice, undoubtedly of a woman, resonated around him.

As awareness dawned, Dylan found himself cradled in someone's arms. The lady holding him possessed fair, velvety skin and hair that cascaded like liquid silver.

"What is happening?" Dylan questioned, the realization of his prone position unfolding. The air around him seemed charged with uncertainty.

"Don't tell me I have reincarnated," Dylan pondered, skepticism lacing his thoughts. Suddenly, an upheaval akin to an earthquake lifted him into the air.

A man with a mane of crimson hair stood before him, holding him aloft. Beside him, another figure, similarly adorned in crimson with a beard, and a lady with flaxen hair, surrounded by maids with distinct outfits, created a tableau of intrigue and mystery.

In that moment, Dylan's world transformed, weaving a tale of mystery and intrigue.