Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 111: Cruel Gods

The thing was... he didn't really care. Not now, that he could finally see the future.

Leaving the others to celebrate—even those who did not contribute much, if anything, to the battle—he merely stared at the sky. For the first time in 10 years, it was finally clear. No more dark clouds or rain could obfuscate his view of the realms beyond.

He looked up, beyond the ethereal blue of the sky as he held his right arm just above his eyes to block out the stupid sun. Out to the lands that lay beyond... the lands that lay beyond Elysium...

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"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A calm and delicate voice asked from behind him.

A voice that made him tense with anticipation and fear. Taking a quick glance at the fallen dungeon boss as if to make sure it wouldn't suddenly rise and impale his sister, Rakael then turned to little Rhya Haecillion.

"Yes, I suppose it is," Rakael responded with merely a whisper, eliciting a small chuckle from Rhya.

She was as beautiful as ever. Not even the vicious cruelty of this new world had tarnished her youthful vigor. Whereas his raven-black hair seemed to absorb sunlight, her golden hair radiated it. Yet even that blinding light couldn't compare to her eyes, which seemed to never dim in the slightest.

Really, she was the symbol of innocence to Rakael, as well as his main motivation for fighting.

Not that he'd say that, of course. If he did, he'd only embarrass them both. She was 17 and yet she still wouldn't even let her big brother watch over her...

Shaking her head as she walked forward, Rhya grabbed his arm with a knowing smile and said, "I'm not talking about the sky! Geez, lighten up once in a while. It's not every day we gain fucking immortality!"

Rakael's eyes widened when he heard her swear, instantly looking to see if his father heard. Luckily, he was too busy chatting with some nobles. Still...

"Rhya, your language!" Rakael belted in a hushed voice, disbelief coating his harsh tongue.

Instead of tidying up as she should, Rhya rolled her eyes before mocking their father, "Rhya, watch your fucking language! When you're old enough to provide for the house, then you can swear all you want!!!"

Kicking a rock towards the direction of her father, Rhya sneered as she finished, "Well, in case you didn't notice, immortality technically means I'm like, infinity old! I can fucking swear all I want!"

"Oh, is that so?" A booming voice called from the direction she had kicked the rock, though a slight tone of bemusement did betray his attempt at intimidation.

Rakael couldn't help but laugh as he felt Rhya slide behind him. Always getting into trouble and expecting him to help her out...

'Well, I guess that is what big brothers do.'

The looming shadow of their father would usually quiet any laughter Rakael had, but not today. Everything was too perfect and... well, he did suppose Rhya had a point. More than just the sky was beautiful today.

Looking out at the celebrating humans, the 100,000 or so of them that had made it this far, he couldn't help but feel pride. After all the dark years, they'd finally obtain the first promised gift.

Immortality.

Finally, the dragons would notice them. They'd see the humans as more than a race driving itself to extinction. In fact, they'd see the opposite.

Humans didn't just deserve immortality. They deserved a place as High Gods. They deserved a place amongst the dragons.

Crack!

[Quest Forcefully Received: ???]

[Reward: ???]

'Quest?'

This had never happened before, him being forced to take a quest. Especially a quest that didn't even give instructions!

Also, what was that boom—

Rakael's ears began humming as the smell of sulfur and burning flesh filled the air. All around him, all he heard were... screams.

The delightful sounds of nature and kids were now silent, drowned by screams for mothers or sons. Within just seconds, the ample sounds of celebration had turned into wails of despair.

"J-jack!! T-talk to me-e!"

"Mom? Why- wake up! This isn't funny!"

The system's interface had left just as soon as it appeared, although Rakael almost wished it hadn't. All around him was nothing but carnage—a harrowing sight he hadn't seen since the first war, when humans learned that the VRMMORPG "Dragon Ascension" was an actual reality.

Back then...

'Don't think about that now!' Rakael thought as he pushed the purge to the back of his mind, instead looking for his parents and sister.

His father was behind him, holding Rhya close to his chest while activating a shield spell. Moments after, they were both surrounded by a soft purple light. A rather formidable spell, one that Rakael had gotten from a [Legendary] dungeon himself before giving it to his father.

Against most enemies, it would probably keep them safe. However...

Rakael looked to the sky again, but this time his wonder was replaced with fear. Now, he didn't see the future of expansion. Instead, he saw a singular avatar of a low-god dragon.

Or, in other words, death. Even to new immortals.

The dragon seemed to be looking directly at Rakael, an amused look on its snout.

'This bastard is enjoying this! All the carnage, the screaming and the death, and for what?!'

Penance!! You humans do not deserve the mantle of a god, let alone one like you!! Now, I'll end your entire race!!!

Air itself cracked under the vindication of a dragon. Even a low-god one would be able to command all the lower realms to its wishes. The few who could disobey without shattering their minds would be killed in an instant.

Rakael was one of those disobedient people, and so the dragon summoned another meteor. This time, no look of amusement could be found on the dragon. Instead, it just wanted to kill.

'There's only one thing I can do...' Rakael thought as he saw his father get his mom under the shield as well.

Taking one small glimpse at the corpses littering the battlefield—indiscriminate between man, woman, and child—Rakael knew that this wasn't enough.

Giving the meteor a resolute stare, Rakael knew there was only one chance for his family to survive, and it was the spell he had found in a recent [Mythical] dungeon.

'Activate: Divine Shield.'

Rakael thought as he turned his own health points into a kind of barrier. He knew this move would lead to his death... but as his sister screamed for him, his resolve only strengthened. Pouring the last bits of his lifeforce into the barrier surrounding the few humans left, he hoped that they'd find some way to survive without him.

His body disintegrated from the bottom up, allowing him to take one last look at his family. Tears fell from his sister's eyes like a torrential downpour, yet Rakael still felt some sort of comfort. That was because her tears meant she was still alive.

They could still fight, like humans always did.

"I love you. Take care of Mom and Dad for me, ok," Rakael offered one last smile, fighting through the pain of becoming nothing more than dust in the wind.

[Forced Quest: Save Humanity successful]

[Reward: Regression skill — one-time use]

[Travel 10 years and a month into the past?]

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