"The Fool that does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."
Dudley softly chanted the Fool's honorific name, thinking he could arrive before that familiar bronze long table, see the dense gray fog, and simultaneously hear Miss Justice's warm good afternoon.
Of course, there was also that towering figure hidden behind the gray fog.
But in the next moment, Dudley suddenly woke up with a start.
Looking around, Dudley fell into deep confusion.
This place was so strange, yet so familiar.
A soft large bed, a warm quilt, a gentle and cool air pervading the room, morning light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, allowing him to see floating dust dancing in the light beams.
It was warm, quiet, and had a long-lost, calming aura.
This place smelled like home.
"This is... my childhood bedroom..."
Finally, Dudley remembered.
This was his childhood bedroom, his own exclusive bedroom before he transmigrated to a strange and crazy world, a place that could be called home.
For a moment, Dudley's eyes welled up with tears.
He didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings at this moment; he felt as if he were floating in the air, with nothing beneath his feet.
"My dear Dada, are you up? Today is your birthday, and we promised to go to the zoo. Don't lie in bed, okay?"
A familiar yet somewhat strange voice came, it was his mother's voice.
"I... I'm up." Dudley suppressed the tremor in his heart and said towards the door.
"Oh, good, darling, then get dressed and come down quickly. There are many presents waiting for you to unwrap."
"My dear darling, happy birthday."
Outside the door, Petunia smiled and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Today, her little darling Dada was wonderful; when she called him to get up, he immediately agreed. It seemed he had truly grown up and become a little man.
Petunia felt very proud for a moment.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her face quickly fell, her gaunt cheeks becoming longer than a donkey's face.
Bang bang!
"Get up, wake up, quickly!"
Petunia quickly knocked on the door of the under-stairs cupboard and shouted loudly.
Compared to her precious son, this nephew truly gave her no peace of mind. Today was Dudley's eleventh birthday, and he was still sleeping in.
Upstairs, Dudley got dressed and stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself.
Golden hair lay flat on his chubby head, a body so fat he could barely see his neck, a pink, round face, and a pair of watery blue eyes.
To be honest, Dudley was startled when he saw himself like this.
"I actually looked this... disgusting when I was little?"
Dudley stuck out his tongue; he really couldn't accept himself at this moment.
He twisted his body and went to the window, out of sight, out of mind, even if that person was himself.
Swish!
He pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight outside fall on him, creating a faint yellow halo on his skin.
At this moment, Dudley felt a long-lost warmth.
He no longer had to face that strange and crazy world; he no longer had to worry about losing control, no longer had to worry about sudden attacks from the strange.
He didn't have to worry about someone entering his dreams to interrogate him while he slept, nor did he have to worry about being pulled away to bear children, and even less did he have to worry about turning into a woman after taking a Potion.
Oh, the taste of a Witch was really good.
Dudley felt the warmth of the sun, breathed the moist air from outside the window, and savored this beautiful and peaceful life.
"Run slower, wait for me."
"Come chase me, come on, ha ha ha."
On the neighborhood street outside the window, several children were chasing and playing, their smiles bathed in sunlight appearing so innocent.
Dudley raised his right hand, pushed it forward, and chanted in Hermes Language.
"No running here!"
However, nothing happened; those children continued to run quickly, unaffected in the slightest.
"Sure enough, this is a normal world without the strange, which is great."
Dudley chuckled.
Although that world had all sorts of strange abilities, and even a path to godhood, home was still home, and family was always family.
Some things can only be truly appreciated after they are lost.
Especially after going to such a strange world.
He remembered someone saying that Beyonders were just a group of pitiful worms constantly facing loss of control and danger.
"It's so good, it feels so good to be back."
"Without extraordinary abilities, then I'll live this life ordinarily."
"Oh, right, my parents, they don't want anything to do with anything strange at all. If they knew their son had once transmigrated to such a strange world, they would most likely go crazy on the spot, wouldn't they?"
Dudley laughed happily.
Those childhood memories began to gradually become clearer, as if from another lifetime.
"Sweetheart, are you dressed?"
Outside the door, Petunia's voice came again.
"Yes, I'm coming down right away."
Dudley quickly replied.
Today was his eleventh birthday, and he had to celebrate it well.
Dudley opened the door and came down from his second-floor bedroom, greeted by warm kisses and beautiful blessings from his parents.
At the same time, Dudley also saw a thin figure, who was frying bacon in the kitchen.
Messy black hair, wearing a worn-out pair of glasses, dressed in clothes far too large for his body, occasionally looking up and glancing over at him, wary yet with a hint of envy.
"Harry."
Dudley remembered that there was also a younger cousin living in his house.
Immediately, past events flashed quickly through his mind: him chasing Harry, using Harry as a punching bag for practicing, instigating classmates to bully Harry together, leaving Harry without a single friend at school...
Was all of this truly something he had done?
Dudley could hardly believe it, but he knew it was the truth.
In a daze, Dudley recalled when he first transmigrated to that strange world: his parents had died, and he, only six or seven years old, lived with relatives, and what he faced was also being bullied, abused, not eating enough, not dressing warmly, constantly being beaten, having to work in dark factories, and even almost being sold to a rich merchant's family.
Dudley, who had grown up spoiled, almost didn't survive all of this and died directly.
If he hadn't encountered certain events and been saved by his later captain, thus embarking on the extraordinary path, he definitely wouldn't have lived to grow up in such an environment.
At that time, Dudley always felt that it was his punishment and retribution, that because of what he had done to Harry, he had experienced those terrible things after transmigrating.
In this normal world, you might not face retribution, but in that world where gods truly exist, anything is possible.
Only when one personally experiences that kind of despair and fear can one possibly reflect on oneself and truly understand oneself.
Later, Dudley's strength gradually grew, and he went further and further on the extraordinary path, but he ultimately did not go to his relatives' house to retaliate against those people. For him, that was the retribution he deserved to bear.