Unexpected

chapter 34.

There's nothing like not counting the days and years. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. He's lost everything he could. He's hidden away on his mountain, in a cave, neglecting his home. Once a great, powerful kingdom and now ruins. The only things he has left as companions in misery are little monkeys, but not demonic ones, not his children, just those who haven't left. At least that much. But he still didn't feel like doing anything, having fun, talking. Bitterness consumed his heart, poisoning his mind, haunted by the past. Day after day, night after night, feeling pain, tearing his heart and condemning his soul. Life has lost its colors. His companions have long since died. And with Guanyin, he preferred not to talk, shame held him back. He's screwed up everything he could. Maybe it's a punishment sent by Buddha?

Loneliness, indifference and pain, his new companions who faithfully stood by him every day. The anger subsided, pain appeared. And to quiet the pain, indifference appeared, creating a bubble of protection in which he felt best. He surrounded the island with a ring of volcanoes, so that no one would come to his solitude.

Maybe he visited the land of people every once in a while. Gazing at their development. His existence had become a legend, no one believed in his existence anymore, which meant that no one needed his help anymore. There was no need to protect people. The world no longer needed a hero. Now the era of technology had come, which he did not quite understand. At least books remained a constant, which mortals used less and less often. He secretly observed the new world of people surrounding him, full of modern technology. He was impressed. To be closer to the city, he created himself a temple of shame. Once, when he had bad days, he hid in a cave in his mountain. He tried to stop thinking somehow, find something to do. He started painting. That's how the paintings on the walls of the cave were created, which was increasingly overgrown with plants.

Sometimes on New Year's Day he would sit in the temple, looking at the night sky, which was flashing with colorful fireworks. A tear welled up in his eye at the thought that his children would like it too. A beautiful night that he should spend with his family. He grabbed the ring hanging around his neck, he didn't feel worthy of wearing a ring on his finger after what he had done. He tightened the ring tightly, closed his eyes. "Happy New Year."
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The years passed inexorably. Although counting the years made no sense to him. Today was one of those better days, when he went out and walked the streets of Megapolis. Of course, he hid his true face. If people forgot about him, let it stay that way. He is not the hero they would like him to be. He is a murderer, a weak hero who could not defend his own family. Maybe he could go to the very bottom of the ocean, he would only serve the world. Or maybe he could teasing Nezha? He hadn't seen him for a long time. Or maybe…

He bumped into a boy riding a bike. The boy fell over, the bike shattered. Well, it's made of rock, such force destroyed the bike more than it hurt it. However, Wukong was concerned about the boy lying on the ground. He helped him up.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

"Kid, are you okay?"

"Yes... oh, my bike."

"I guess it's my fault."

"No, I was going too fast, sorry again." The boy picked up the bike. He was wearing a white oversized shirt, brown hair tied with a bandana. Wukong now noticed that the books from his backpack had also spilled onto the sidewalk. The boy groaned.

"Are you okay?"

"No, not me, but your bike.."

"Eh..."

Wukong gathered the books and put them back in his backpack. He handed them to the kid.

"Thanks. I'm sure you're okay, I can…”