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Firstborn Twisted Time

"Shit! He died again." A boy threw his sword the moment he landed on the ground. He used his levitating magic to pick up a dead body and carry it in his arms. "My tan skin is now even darker than yours." he commented as he compared his dark complexion to the pale, lifeless body on his arms. He looked at a corpse as if it was not new for him to see that person lifeless, but it doesn’t mean it’s not painful to see his brother like this. "It’s not a good time to die, Kuya." The boy softly talked to the lifeless body as he looked up at the blue sky. His long silver-blond hair swayed with the wind as he flew through the sky, ascending slowly without end. "The weather is too good for us to die." It was a bright and sunny morning. White, fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, and so did his mind. The boy’s purple eyes have turned darker the more he stares at his dead brother’s pink hair, stained with blood. He had been trying to make his brother’s life better in his every regression, but the more he tried, the earlier his brother died. Originally, his brother died at fifty, but now in his ninetieth try, his brother died too early, at fifteen years old. It made him wonder if his power to return in time would really help his brother to experience a good and peaceful life, which his brother had never experienced. Or if it was just a power to mess everything up and make his brother’s life miserable. “What did I miss this time? What more should I do?” The boy grumbled while he gripped tighter on his brother’s body. It’s tiring, especially because he keeps returning back in time nineteen times in less than a century. He fought a lot of higher beings that humans could never surpass, but he somewhat did. For his brother, he could face dragons, gods, beasts, and any kind of dangerous being. He becomes stronger and greater than any human. But why does he keep failing? The boy just let out a sigh before he sped up, ascending to the sky, only focusing on his direction toward the sun. “Let’s die again and try for the twentieth time. I will never give up.” ....... The eyes and interest of the higher gods are focused on the fragile-looking child whom the firstborn son of the Marquis wished to divert. Ernesto Oliva is doing his best to save his friend from the bored and conceited gods that have made their lives very twisted. He returned back to the past multiple times with one goal: to make his friend's life more fulfilling. He does, however, end up dealing with a variety of beings, including Deities , Dragons, Demons, Giants, and other mysterious beings ..... Cover illustrated by: Aerinmaers What to see here: Fight against gods and other races Powers used: Magic, Divine, Aura

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15 Keep trying

[What is this?]

It was the first word that came out of Ernesto's mind once he opened his eyes.

He had been dying and returning to the past multiple times, but this is his first time waking up in a different place after dying.

He looked around, and all he could see was water.

He was breathing underwater. There was a dim light above him. Nothing else but him and the water.

He tried to swim upward, but he was not moving into his place, no matter how many times he swung his hands and feet.

[Did I use all my lives?]

He gave up and just let himself be surrounded by water.

[Why am I breathing though?]

He can feel the cool water and breathe fine. He then heard a familiar voice.

"Child, it's been a long time."

"Wh — blurrghhfdhgdh,"

He instantly covered his mouth with his hands when the water got into his mouth as he tried to speak.

The voices of the women chuckled.

"You can respond with your mind,"

[You should have said so!]

It was the pining goddess who blessed him and has been watching over him.

The last time he and the goddess talked was during his first regression. That was more than a hundred years ago, and until now, even though he already knew what his blessings were, he never came to talk to her or used the blessing itself. He outright denied the goddess, but at the same time, he was grateful to her because she never stopped watching over him.

"Well, my child, you need to stop playing around."

[When did I fool around?]

Ernesto felt like the voice was coming from the dim light, so he tilted his body and focused his gaze on it.

"Child, you've been dying multiple times. Aren't you tired?"

He suddenly wondered if the gods would notice him whenever he turned back time. If so, why was this goddess the only one bothering him?

"The other gods don't know yet. " The goddess read his mind and responded to his comment. Ernesto brushed his head. [Why do I always forget that you can read my mind?]

The goddess chuckled once more.

"The more I watch you, the more I love your existence."

[My what?]

"Anyway, I am here to stop your regression."

[Why? You can kill me or whatever! However, don't stop me yet! I am not done yet!]

"Child, it's his destiny to die young. You just have to give up."

Ernesto clenched his fist as he refused to give up.

"He just can't remember, but isn't it pitiful that he's been dying differently every time you regress? You've seen enough. Please rest and have this last life for yourself."

[For myself?]

Ernesto repeated what the goddess said and wanted to laugh loudly at her idea, but the water would drown him.

"I'll just give you this one last life. Please, please, just use this for yourself."

[What? How can I?]

"And I am warning you, if you use another life after this, all the other gods will know."

[Then this isn't the last time]

"No, think of it as the last. It would be tragic for you and your friend if the other gods set their eyes on you. I can send your soul to a better place if you take this one life for yourself."

[Better place? Does that place exist?]

"Of course! So stop obsessing over your friend! Once the other gods notice your regression, they will not sit still! It'll be harder for your friend to live this current life and his next life!"

[Wait, what? What did I do wrong? I just want my friend to have a long, happy life! Why can't you just grant that, and I'll stop!]

"My brothers and I don't hold the most power. We are here to bless and watch over."

[Why the hell not?]

"Child, it's weird for me to explain this to you, but there is also one above us."

[Are you a lower god?]

"Haha! No child, I am not. There is just one above us."

Ernesto tilted his head. He felt like the gods were competing over something, but he could not think of what it was.

"Child, I have warned you. Please stop."

The voice of the pining goddess sounded remorseful as it faded away.

"Please have this life for yourself,"

[Ha! for myself]

Ernesto scoffed at the thought of him living for himself.

[How do I even do that?]

Ernesto stared at the dim light for some time, as the goddess's voice was now gone.

He was about to move again to swim up, but he suddenly felt something pulling him downward, and the air that was keeping him breathing underwater suddenly disappeared.

The dim light got farther and farther away. 

Ernesto looked down, and the darkness he saw made him panic, as he was dragged down even more. He struggled to get out of its grip, losing more precious air. His chest was hurting badly, and he could feel his heartbeat beat louder and louder.

Ernesto desperately needed air. He kicked and tried to get to the surface, but there was no luck. Everything hurt, and his chest felt like someone had stabbed him. Then, with his last strength, he kicked once more.

His body did not hurt anymore. He would not make it, and he knew it. He was calm now. He thought about the goddess.

[Is she a sadist?]

The goddess was sending him back to life while he was drowning.

He had already experienced death because of drowning. He expected he wouldn't be affected much if he experienced it again.

but....

"Damn. Why is every death painful?"

He has already experienced death, pain, and despair, but he will never get used to them.

He smiled.

Then everything went black.