In Another World With My Building Skills, And Made My Own Kingdom

Kenta's Wife Death

Kenta stood at the edge of a serene lake, its surface reflecting the soft hues of the evening sky. The tranquility of the scene belied the storm of emotions raging within him. Ten years had passed since he had created his world, built his kingdom, and seen his children grow into remarkable leaders. Yet, in all that time, he had never felt the weight of his immortality as acutely as he did now.

His wife, the love of his life, had fallen ill several months ago. Despite Akari's best efforts and the combined knowledge of the kingdom's greatest healers, there was nothing that could be done. Her condition worsened steadily, and the inevitable loomed closer with each passing day.

Kenta had always known that, despite his own eternal youth, those he loved would eventually succumb to the passage of time. But knowing did little to soften the blow when it finally came. The reality of losing his wife, his partner in all things, was a pain he couldn't prepare for.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow across the landscape, Kenta felt a familiar presence by his side. His twin children, Ryuu and Akari, had come to join him. They stood in silence, offering their support without words. They, too, felt the impending loss deeply.

"Father," Ryuu said softly, his voice steady despite the sorrow in his eyes. "Mother is asking for you."

Kenta nodded, drawing in a deep breath to steel himself. "Thank you, Ryuu. I'll go to her."

As he walked back to the palace, memories flooded his mind—moments of joy, laughter, and love that he had shared with his wife. They had built a life together, faced countless challenges, and celebrated innumerable victories. She had been his rock, his confidant, and the mother of his children. The thought of losing her was almost unbearable.

Entering their private chambers, Kenta found his wife lying in bed, her once vibrant features now pale and frail. She looked up at him with a weak smile, her eyes still full of the love that had always been between them.

"Kenta," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You came."

He sat beside her, taking her hand in his. "Of course I did. I would never leave your side."

She squeezed his hand gently, a gesture that conveyed more than words ever could. "You have been my greatest love, Kenta. Our life together has been more than I could have ever hoped for."

Kenta's eyes filled with tears. "And you have been mine. I can't imagine life without you."

She reached up, her fingers brushing his cheek. "You must be strong, my love. For our children, for our kingdom. They will need you now more than ever."

"I don't know how to do this without you," he admitted, his voice breaking.

She smiled softly. "You will find a way. You are stronger than you know. And remember, I will always be with you, in your heart and in the legacy we have built together."

Kenta leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I will never forget you, my love. I promise."

As the night deepened, Kenta stayed by his wife's side, holding her hand and sharing quiet moments of solace. Her breathing grew fainter, each breath a painful reminder of the inevitable. He could feel her slipping away, and with each passing second, his heart broke a little more.

In the early hours of the morning, with the first light of dawn creeping through the windows, his wife took her final breath. Her hand went limp in his, and a profound silence filled the room. Kenta felt as if his world had shattered, the pain of loss overwhelming him.

He stayed with her for a long time, mourning the love of his life. The grief was unlike anything he had ever known, a deep and abiding ache that seemed to hollow out his very soul. Eventually, he knew he had to leave, to face the world without her.

Kenta emerged from the chamber, his face etched with sorrow. Ryuu and Akari were waiting for him, their own grief palpable. They embraced their father, offering their support as best they could.

"She is at peace now," Kenta said quietly, his voice trembling. "We must honor her memory by continuing to live and love as she did."

Together, they made the necessary arrangements for her funeral. The entire kingdom mourned the loss of their beloved queen, a woman who had touched countless lives with her kindness and grace. The palace was draped in black, and the streets filled with people paying their respects.

On the day of the funeral, Kenta stood before a massive gathering of mourners. He looked out at the sea of faces, each one reflecting the sorrow and loss that he felt so deeply. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak.

"My beloved wife was a beacon of light in our lives," he said, his voice carrying over the crowd. "She gave us love, strength, and hope. Her kindness knew no bounds, and her wisdom guided us through many challenges. Today, we honor her memory and celebrate the life she lived."

He paused, gathering his emotions. "She may no longer be with us in body, but her spirit will live on in our hearts and in the legacy she has left behind. Let us remember her with love and gratitude, and strive to live our lives in a way that would make her proud."

The funeral was a poignant tribute to a remarkable woman. As Kenta watched his wife's casket being lowered into the ground, he felt an overwhelming sense of loss. But he also felt a renewed sense of purpose. He knew that he had to carry on, to honor her memory by continuing to lead their kingdom with strength and compassion.

In the days and weeks that followed, Kenta threw himself into his work, finding solace in the tasks that demanded his attention. His children and grandchildren were a constant source of comfort, their presence reminding him that life, despite its sorrows, continued on.

Kenta also found strength in his role as the God of Creation. He spent more time in his created world, guiding and nurturing the lives he had brought into existence. The people there looked up to him with reverence, their faith a source of inspiration.

He watched as the civilizations in his world grew and evolved, their progress a testament to the power of creation and the resilience of the human spirit. The religions that had sprung up in his world were centered around him, their prayers and offerings a constant reminder of his role as their deity.

One day, while observing his world, Kenta noticed a young woman praying fervently at a shrine dedicated to him. Her words were filled with hope and determination, and Kenta felt a deep connection to her faith.

He decided to bless her with a gift, a small token of his divine favor. As she prayed, a gentle light enveloped her, and she looked up in awe, feeling the presence of her god. Kenta smiled, knowing that his blessings would help her achieve her dreams and inspire others to believe.

In these moments, Kenta found a sense of peace. He realized that, despite the pain of loss, life continued to offer opportunities for growth, love, and connection. His wife's memory would always be a part of him, guiding him as he navigated the challenges and joys of immortality.

As the years went by, Kenta continued to lead his kingdom and nurture his created world. He found joy in the successes of his children and grandchildren, and in the faith of those who looked up to him. The legacy he and his wife had built together endured, a testament to their love and dedication.

Kenta knew that his journey was far from over. There were still many adventures to be had, challenges to overcome, and lives to touch. With his family by his side and the strength of his immortality, he was ready to face whatever the future held.

And so, Kenta's story continued—a tale of love, loss, and the enduring power of the human spirit. Through it all, he remained steadfast, a beacon of hope and strength for those who followed in his footsteps. His wife's memory lived on in his heart, a guiding light that would never fade.

Writer: I'm sad writing this chapter