Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

LXVI

Alver gazed at the millions of books surrounding him.

"The world of his miserable records."

A world that Alver didn't want to know at the same time he wanted to.

"God of Death." He called, "Why did you call him here?"

The god of death spoke, "It wass to save the world."

*bang!*

Alver Crossman didn't fear any retribution coming to him. He punched the god of death with the best of his abilities and all of his might.

Alver was about to yell when the god of death spoke up, "No matter what world he lives in, he is bound to lose everything he loves."

He was unable to land the second blow on the weakened god of death. The old man simply looked him in the eyes and told him everything he knew.

"Family, siblings, lover or friend, his fate tied to that man will eventually eat his sanity away," the god of death spoke. "Do you know what the price of controlling his fate is?"

Alver remained quiet.

"It was his sanity"

The god of death looked at him with sympathy and guilt in his eyes. This man has always cared about Callen and kept him safe, but the fact that he came here must mean that everything has changed.

"I need people—no—someone, to keep his sanity; you are that person in this regression, Young Elf."

Alver looked up and noticed a portrait of a child fleeing in the darkness. His body was covered in scars, and his stunning reddish-brown eyes were filled with fear.

"He did not have anyone in that life."

Another memory of two people pushing the fully grown boys away came to mind.

"He gained two."

And all he sees is that boy reading, wasting his life with countless books that eventually became records in his head. A boy who lived in fantasy, believing that he could be the hero of his own life.

However, the boy in that reality eventually abandoned his ideals. There was only his miserable story, in which he was the miserable protagonist.

"He lost them and escaped reality with the worlds created by his record."

Until he hears a beautiful cry from a child in his younger version's arms.

Alver could feel his heart gradually breaking apart. He has a vision of Cale Henituse making a deal, but he stays in this world.

A destroyed Rowoon Kingdom, a redheaded enemy, and the temple from which the sealed god was released to wreak havoc.

Alver can feel his entire world being ripped apart.

[Baby, will you be able to maintain your sense of reason even without memories? ]

[I can.]

The moment he thought his younger brother had died.

It was a two-way street to keep the world order.

[I am used to this. I am used to loneliness, so everything will be fine.]

"Yet he could not help but yearn for his family."

The god of Death looked at him and said, "Alver Crossman, no matter what decision you make, it is entirely up to you."

The god of death stated, "But this world needs him to survive."