Unrivaled Demon's Odyssey

Nero found himself standing in front of the house of his previous world.

At first, he stood there, dumbfounded, wondering what was going on. But after a few minutes, he couldn't help but feel anxious for some reason.

He glanced around to take a better look to confirm he wasn't mistaken, and after making sure he was indeed in his previous world, standing in front of his house, he was back to wondering why he was there.

He had no idea what to do, so he just stood there.

After a while, a black-haired boy wearing a school uniform and headphones walked by.

Nero's eyes widened as he saw the boy and muttered, "No… way."

It was Zane, Nero's pre-reincarnation self.

"So I am in the past?" Nero questioned himself.

Suddenly, the display of Zane's watch lit up as she received a text.

Nero looked at the date on the watch: "Friday, 31st October, 3049. 05: 05 PM."

'31st October 3049! That means… I will die after 6 hours! At 11:11 PM'

"Wait!" Nero gasped as he realized something else. "I will die today, so that means…"

Nero dashed at the house and walked past Zane. He rushed to the door and tried to open it, but his body passed through the door.

He looked back at Zane and yelled, "Why are you walking so slow?! Walk fast and open the door!"

Zane couldn't see Nero, nor could he hear him. He walked to the door and scanned his eyes to unlock the door.

The door opened, and Zane walked in.

"You are too slow! Follow me!" Nero yelled, even though he knew Zane couldn't hear him.

Nero rushed through the hallway and climbed upstairs, but when he looked back, Zane wasn't there.

After entering the house, Zane threw everything— except his headphones, on the living room couch and went to the bathroom.

"Asshole," Nero muttered in annoyance.

KACHAK! KACHAK!

Nero looked up at the stairs and saw a girl in the wheelchair looking down at the stairs from the edge of the stairway.

"No," Nero murmured.

The girl moved her head left and right to see, but she couldn't see anyone.

"No. No."

SIGH!

She sighed and waited for someone to come into her view.

"No. No. No. Please, no."

However, suddenly, the wheelchair moved forward, and the girl fell to the stairs.

"No!"

The girl rolled down the stairs with a high impact.

Nero tried to catch her, but she passed through his body.

THUD!

THUMP!

Nero forcefully jerked his head back and saw the girl was lying in the pool of her own blood.

His eyes got teary as he bit his lips with a painful expression on his face.

Zane was listening to music on his headphones at full volume, unaware of the situation.

After a while, he washed his hands and got out of the bathroom. He walked to the living room to grab his phone from the couch.

CLANK!

He heard the sound of something falling, so he immediately rushed to the stairs and saw the wheelchair crushing the girl's body in front of his eyes.

The phone slipped from his phone, and he rushed to the girl. He took her in his arms as he trembled and screamed, "Jane!"

Nero opened his eyes and found himself sleeping on the bed of the inn.

He sat up and collected his thoughts.

"...."

——— 

Was that a dream? Or just my memories?

In either case, why did I experience that?

Ever since I was born in this world, I never had any dreams about my past life.

"Tch!"

I had a lovely sister named Jane in my past life. She was my everything, and I loved her more than anything. She was my reason to smile and my reason to live.

We were twins, but we were nothing alike, not by appearance nor by lifestyle.

I was born normal and lived a normal and healthy life, but Jane had it differently.

She was born weak. Ever since birth, she was mute and deaf, so she couldn't speak or hear anything.

When she was seven years old, her body became more weak, and she became crippled.

She couldn't walk or move on her own; she couldn't do anything on her own.

She couldn't move her hands or legs, nor could she do anything.

She was always bedridden, and her condition was getting worse and worse as time passed.

Even though my father was a doctor, he couldn't do anything.

There was no cure for her condition.

She was allowed to go to school once a week, and she always looked forward to that day of the week.

But as months passed, she was no longer excited to go to school.

Later, I found out she was getting bullied at the school.

Even though she was going to a school of disabled, she was getting bullied.

The other students would pull pranks on her by hiding her belongings, messing with her electric wheelchair, leaving her on the stairway.

She stopped going to school and spent her time at home.

We had an advanced security system at home, so whenever someone walked by the house or whenever any strange moments occurred in the house, we would get an alert.

Jane's room also had an alert informer.

Whenever I came back from school, I always went to Jane's room first and told her about my day.

That day, when I came from school, I was extremely annoyed and frustrated because I couldn't perform well on my exam. So to cool myself, I played my favorite upbeat song and turned up to max.

Jane must have gotten notified that the front door was opened, so she waited for me in her room. But instead of going to her room, I went to the bathroom.

She got anxious and came to look at the stairs, but she couldn't see me.

Some days ago, she had told me that her wheelchair had been acting strange, but when I checked it, everything was fine.

I promised her I would buy her a new one on our birthday, which was a week after that day.

When I came out of the bathroom, I heard a noise, and when I checked it, I found Jane on the floor, bathing in her own blood.

Emilia was in the same scene when I first found her, and looking at her reminded me of Jane.

After seeing Jane like that, my mind stopped working, and I didn't know what to do.

I called the ambulance and my parents and took Jane to the hospital.

Jane's condition was critical, and there was no guarantee that she would survive.

I had my finals exam going on, so my parents suggested me to go home and take it easy.

It wasn't as though staying at the hospital would magically heal Jane, so I went home.

I tried to eat, but I could taste the food. I tried to study, but I couldn't focus, so I hit the bed early.

I woke up after a few hours because I had a terrible nightmare about my girlfriend.

She lived 5 minutes away from my place, so I immediately went to check up on her, and… the rest was a nightmare... a true nightmare.

I want to go back to my previous world and see how Jane is doing.

I hope she survived… should I hope it?

Even if she survived, her life wouldn't change.

Her life was a living hell. I don't think I would be able to survive if I was her, but she always smiled brightly whenever she looked at me.

"Jane… I am sorry. If I had checked your wheelchair properly, or if I had gone directly to your room after coming from school that day… you wouldn't have to suffer all that."