I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 126: I Love You Too, Mom

Tashian Pheloi.

The one who taught love to my other personality and, by neglect, awakened hatred.

And in the end, she who wished for humanity's destruction might indeed be an entity that should be excluded, not just for personal reasons but for the sake of humanity itself.

At this moment, facing her, the impulse to exclude her was inevitable.

"And yet, you're leaving?"

The source of my other personality felt the same impulse I was feeling now, but she still wanted to forgive her.

Even though that resentment was vast enough to threaten the world with a great disaster.

In the end, she chose forgiveness, suppressing her emotions with reason.

"It's not that I'm leaving. I'm just entrusting everything that comes after to you, Dad."

"...Pheloi."

"You don't need to feel regret. I didn't expect to be directly involved like this, but ultimately, stepping back like this suits the purpose of my existence."

Even after her death, there might have been a struggle for control over my body for that impulse.

Yet, it didn't happen because she believed it was her role.

Unlike my previous life, this was a decision made without coercion from anyone else, entrusting everything to me through their own will.

"You probably know this, Dad, but a soul is essentially no different from a sophisticated record that has developed a sense of self. If life is a story, then the soul is merely an arbitrary extension of that story."

It was just an artificial continuation of a story that had already concluded, hypothesizing what-ifs...

Knowing I was such a being, the child must have harbored the intention to respect the wishes of anyone qualified who appeared.

"After all, being merely a record, it shouldn't be the sole thing that steers someone's path forward."

Unlike the naive appearance at the beginning.

Because I, who came after accepting all of her memories, was deemed qualified.

"Pheloi."

"It's okay. I won't disappear. I just intend to complete my mission by passing it on to you, Dad."

Even if not doing so might be irreversible.

That child, having shed her previous naivety, now smiled at me with a more mature expression.

"Dad knows, right? The things left by her who has departed this world are still being passed on to someone in this world."

She wanted to teach me with such a face.

That someone is inheriting history, continuing traditions, receiving teachings...

Even if someone loses their life pointlessly at the end of a painful life, if someone else takes it up, it leaves meaning in the world.

"...It's human nature to live on what others have passed on, but ultimately, the final choice is made by one's own will."

Although it's impossible to correct a story already written.

It becomes the foundation for the sequel that would be newly written.

"So, from now on, don't worry about me and focus on your story, Dad. Not to obsess over the story I've passed on, but the story inspired by her and others."