Sun God's Chronicles

Time flies. Days become weeks, weeks become months and months become years. Nothing major happened in these last few years. I did what any baby needed to: eat, poop and sleep. And Shyazel, the ghost boy whom I named after the words glistering jewel in an ancient dragon tongue as soon as I could speak, took care of me like a real parent would. Inexperienced and lost at what to do in the first few days, he was so considerate and mindful with me that he learned very fast and improved just as quickly. Always showering me full of love and care, he did his utmost best to make me as comfortable and happy as possible.

"Nine-thousand two-hundred and one. (I've had very few parents that were so committed as him. Yet another reason to not kill him. The more I live with him, the more reasons appear.)"

When I still was a baby, I could keep myself awake for just a couple hours a day so whenever I was awake I would train and we would talk about pretty much everything, however, he was really interested in what kinds of lives I used to live. When I was talking about it, he paid close attention to me and didn't dare to utter a single sound. I would start from my birth and finish when I died, telling him my whole life in the span of days since I needed to sleep very frequently. I couldn't help but found it cute when he eagerly asked me to continue telling him my lives whenever he was done taking care of me. It was like he was a curious child listening to an adult as he reads books to him.

"Nine-thousand five-hundred and nine. (And no matter how many lives I tell him, he still asks for more. Living secluded in a forest for so long must have been really boring.)"

Despite I allowing him to raise me, we were nothing but strangers at first. But as the years passed and I grew, our interactions became even more frequent, which meant we grew closer and intimate. A bond was naturally forming between us and it grew stronger with each passing day. Whenever I was busy training or doing whatever, I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move despite him not being present. But the feeling in his gaze was slowly becoming different. From the love of family love to a different kind of love, romantic love. When I looked at him, I saw hints of passion and desire in his eyes and face. Those feelings were still young and he likely didn't even knew they existed nor knew how to deal with them but I could already see it.

"Nine-thousand seven-hundred and seventy-three. (Shyazel... A young boy who died as a human and was reborn as a monster. Because of the forest, he got to grow up and become who he is today, the perfect wife material. Caring. Lovely. Gentle. Kind. Beautiful. Submissive. His only fault is his pacific nature, he absolutely hates violence and that irks me. But despite that, I want him with all my being. From the moment I laid my eyes on him I felt something. Obesession. A need to make him mine, to corrupt his goodhearted nature, no matter what. Just thinking about him already makes me breathe a little harsher and my heart beat a little stronger. The idea of holding him in my arms drives me insane. And his every movement simply flares my male instincts. I just can't wait for my body to fully develop so I can fuck that tight little ass of his... But while I still can't, I'll enjoy myself watching that inviting heart-shaped booty sway as he walks.)"

Shyazel doing basically everything I needed for me, gave me all the time in the world to develop my strength and energy pool. With just a couple of years of nonstop training, at the age of 10, I'm taller than an adult and as physically fit as an ogre. That is the effect of developing my energy pool, the body grows to store the energy I've absorbed. I would have grown even stronger and bigger but because of Shyazel's overprotectiveness of the forest and myself, he would always deny me of trying to slay the beasts, after all, he had a deep connection to them. Although very annoyed, I conceded. Though he, begrundingly, allowed me to kill animals for their meat. But despite having grown really strong, I'm not satisfied.

"Nine-thousand nine-hundred and sixty-six. (This is barely enough. I'm very, very, very far from having the strength to split the earth with a casual punch like before.)"

I squat while holding a colossal boulder that is much larger than me on my shoulders and that I have increased its weight by tens of times through telekinesis, I'm just like the titan Atlas who holds the sky with his body. Having permanently pushed my senses to their absolute limits, accessing what I call True World; I see, feel, smell, taste and hear the world around me with an unfathomable amount of detail. Squatting again and again, I accurately feel every centimeter of my body, down to my very particles, crumbling but I seep the atmosphere's energy into them to rejuvenate and restore my body, forcing myself even further in an endless cycle. True World also boosts pretty much all of my other techniques, so having it unlocked as early as possibly is the best.

"Ten thousand. (I may be really far from my peak strength but that's something I can easily achieve if I continue pushing myself past my limits. But alright, it's time to cool down.)"

Resting the boulder on the ground, the earth shakes. My body is dripping sweat but I'm not even slightly tired.

"(The wonders of life force. It can literally do anything.)"

Turning around, I see a beautiful pond of deep blue waters surrounded by massively tall black trees of red leaves. Since I don't have any clothes, I just run and dive into it. The cold water washes away all the sweat from my body as I float on the water. Despite the pond not being that wide, it is fairly deep and the reason for that emerges from the water. It has a long body with gills along the sides of the neck and pikes along its body, owning serpentine form, deep blue skin and jaws lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth. It's a massive sea serpent that looks at me with its red eyes as its slit pupils contract and relax. It stares at me for a split second and then it rapidly delves deep into the pond's water, fleeing from me. Its tail peeks out of the water as it swims down.

"(Who would guess this pond is connected to the ocean, somehow, and there's a fucking sea serpent living it? I did, it's kinda hard not to when there is such threatening killing intent emanating from it. A pity Shyazel stopped me from killing it, it's scales are so pretty.)"

Closing my eyes, I relax my body and let the water to carry me. Focusing in the tranquility and calmness, I feel my mind drift away but as I'm dozing off, I smell a very distinct odor in the air, one I haven't smelled since the day I was born in this world. It comes from the edge of the forest and it immediately wake me up.

"(It's not that far. Shyazel must already be there, he knows everything that happens in the forest.)"

Swimming out of the pond, I harden my muscles to the absolute maximum, massively increasing my strength and durability due to heightened density, which means the force I exert is also much greater. Then I stomp ground, shattering it, and run at the source of the smell.

"(Should reach there pretty fast.)"

In just a minute, I arrive there and stop. In front of me is Shyazel making a young man drop his sword.

"(What is happening?)"

In front of him is a group of four people, a man and three women. The man is handsome and young, wears decent armor and has a sword and a torch in his hands, since the forest is dark all time. One young woman has long black hair tied into a ponytail, she dresses pants and robes, and sturdy boots, being very beautiful, curvy and of a well-built figure. The other young woman has red hair, green eyes, and wears dark robes, slightly heeled boots, a cloak, a pair of glasses, and a large pointed hat, on her hands she holds a book. And the last pretty young woman has long blond hair, and blue eyes, and wears white robes over blue garbs, both laced with golden outlines while holding a golden-colored staff decorated with blue jewels. They all have pure white eyes and look aloof.

"(Adventurers. Warrior, Fighter, Witch and Priestess. As always he is super overprotective of the forest.)"

Even though I'm not that close to them, I see Shyazel turn around, look at me and smile.

"(He really does know everything that happens in the forest.)"

Walking to him, I stop right beside him and grab his hand. I'm a head taller than him, which means he's quite small for a male. Shyazel turns his head and looks at me.

Shyazel: "They always come back no matter how many I send off, Sikklain. Why? Why must it be like this? I know that is how things work. That is how they are. They need money to live and my kin are good sources of money."

He touches his chest with his other hand.

Shyazel: "But to kill us for our cores, the very essence of our beings, and sell it like that is... cruel. Horrifying. There is no need for money, look around us. The world is vast and can provide for everyone so why must they do this?"

I shake my head. He's still naive and that's cute, however, I believe he already knows the reason. He just needs someone to tell him.

"Shyazel, you know it already. That's human nature. We are greedy beings full of envy and jealosy. We take and almost never give. I think I already told you this, but in many of lives, I've been a person who only gave things and never took them willingly. I was the definition of seflessness and did my best to help everyone I could... but that was my foolishness. That path only gave me the most agonizing fate."

He squeezes my hand and, for the first time, I see fury in his face as the adventurers drift away from the forest in their hypnotized state.

Shyazel: "Humans are... despicable. Disgusting. Hateful. I don't want anything taken from me. I want to protect what I hold dear but I don't want to hurt anyone."

I grab his other hand and he looks at me.

"That's great, having such strong resolve will come in handy, it will help you grow. But never forget, Shyazel, I am a human."

He shakes his head strongly.

Shyazel: "No, Sikklain. You are not like them... And I don't hate you."

I smile back at him and caress his face. His denial is cute.

"No to your no. Shyazel, I have done horrible things, things you don't even imagine. But I don't regret any of it, I never will, and I will do even worse things. And there is no reason for that. After living so many lives, I lost interest in trying to find reasons for things. Reasons for being a good person, a bad person, for being the best version of me or the worst, for my endless reincarnation cycles... For everything and anything. So, as to not lose myself and become an empty husk, all I could do was focus my mind on the present, on having the most fun regardless of what I do or what others might think of me. Basically doing whatever comes to my mind. If it was the most evil or the most upright thing someone could ever do, that didn't matter as long as I had fun. I can say, for sure, I am the worst and the best of humanity. It all depends of my mood."

He squeezes my hands and makes a grimace. I feel rage bubbling up inside him. Even angry he is overwhelmingly beautiful.

Shyazel: "No. Even if you have done all that, you understand that is your nature. You know you can be bad or good. These humans... they don't even understand what they are doing. They murder whatever creature they come across for their core and exchange such precious life source for coins."

But then he calms down, his face relaxes.

Shyazel: "But everything that is alive, dies. And that death can be caused by others or not. It's fate. It can be delayed but it will always get to you."

Resting my forehead against his, he looks back at me in the eyes. I see tears welling up inside his eyes.

Shyazel: "But I don't want that. I... don't want to die. I don't want you to die. I don't want anyone to die. I want to be together forever."

I smile and gently caress his cheek. He wants to deny the truth and that's also cute.

"Shyazel, I can't lie to you. Nature is merciful but also merciless. Nothing is everlasting but, don't worry, I can say we're too far from dying. You, Shyazel, are special. This forest, it realized you shouldn't have died so early, and brought you back to life. You are its embodiment, its physical representation, you are very powerful and have a core in your chest and that will make you outlive any human. While I, the longest I've lived was over fifty millennia and from how things are going this life's gonna be the same. We have at least that much time ahead of us. So, while this is sad and pitiful, instead of getting lost in grief, we have to mourn and respect the dead but also enjoy life while we're still alive. And I want to enjoy mine with you by my side."

Separating from my forehead, he looks surprised but I see he is very happy.

Shyazel: "Sik-Sikklain. A-Are you sure?"

I nod.

"Yes. (Time to tease him a little.) Remember what you said? You are my father and my mother and I and your son and child."

He purses his lips and seems a little annoyed but then he looks at our hands and I see his face suddenly getting red. He stares at me and thinks deeply. After a couple of seconds, he breathes deeply, takes a step forward and touches my lips with his. I feel his cold and extremely soft lips tightly pressing against mine but in the next second he disappears. Touching my lips, I can still feel his lips.

"Naughty, naughty. (Looks like he realized it. Things will get even fun from now on.)"