HoloAdvent (A Hololive fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter 7-8

Once a child, I'd always taught that dreams were up for grabs, that you could just visualize it become real at the palm of your hand and rejoice to the world. What life bestowed in happiness, it also matched in equal measure with the weight of reality. Nothing was easy. Everything had to be learned with time and effort, regardless of the act or responsibility. 

No one would ask questions in a world that bore no challenge. Throughout my life, I had consistently grasped the concept that every product and individual came with a price tag. Nothing was guaranteed, but that was the norm. As I envisioned the realization of my resort, my confidence didn't soar in those initial weeks of conceiving its creation. Today, I received insight from the workers about the multitude of tasks required to ensure its overall stability.

We've completed the foundation for the main building! 

We've finished clearing the area for the pools! 

We've caught up on the roofing for the cottages! 

The dining area!

The daily inspections! 

The plumbing!

 As time passed, all of this started to materialize and make more sense. If I were to explain to a younger version of myself the considerations I now understand, they might have been more concerned about the costs involved. But that was understandable. The weight of my dream now versus back then experience great yet different shifts. Both determined with desire for completion and purpose.

Dreams aren't meant to be easy; they are the pathways to growth, the crucibles where character is forged, and the compasses that guide us through the most challenging storms of life. 

I learned this lesson through adversity when I believed I had no value, only to realize that these experiences played a vital role in addressing specific voids in our lives. They enabled us to recognize our contributions and what we can offer as we welcome new individuals into the world. I found this realization remarkably incredible to ponder on. 

Simply put, we exist for the future. To abandon such a thing would mean we'd never truly live. 

"You want to make a certain someone happy? Hm? Well, why don't you try making something for him? I'm sure he'll appreciate it. You're his son, after all~" 

Initially, the very purpose of wishing my resort's existence to come true was because of my dad.

I wanted him to realize I'd apologized a long time ago. To make him think that if there was ever an opportunity for me to bring back mom, then I would. Even if it costed me my life and she would brighten the future for me instead. 

More importantly, aside from fantasies like talking to the dead. I wanted him to know that his son was doing well. And that if he ever visited, I would welcome him with open arms and let him know that I'm always grateful for him. 

My morning began rather abruptly, jolting me awake from a restless slumber. The glaring digits of 8 a.m. confronted me, a time that had become a familiar acquaintance in my daily routine. 

I held fast to my meticulously crafted schedules with a dedication akin to that of a loyal German Shepherd. Without hesitation, I had sprung out of bed, embarked on my morning rituals, which included a brisk teeth-brushing session and a refreshing bath, and then proceeded to don semi-casual attire, perfectly suited for the professional environment that lay just beyond the confines of my home.

"Morning stretches..." I did them with a stalwart expression, making sure my body was primed for today.

While I was engrossed in the ambitious endeavor of constructing an independent resort, I had strategically chosen my residence to be in close proximity to the project site. In fact, the resort's location was just a stone's throw away from my house, a decision I had made to ensure that I could oversee every detail of its development with the utmost dedication and precision. After all, a weapon would be more comfortably built and developed near an environment where you thrived with the right mindset.