"So these little shits want to go to another world to meet the father of the Vency? By the help of this fantasy novel, has their brain gone nuts or something?" Showing anger in his speech, he drew his frustration.
The story of the book was good and when I say good it means really good i really like the conpect of God and there choicen ones , and they are not from the other world they are from there world they got selected by there god as the god repestative , so there are 12 God and Goddess in this world , and it start with academy, where all the choicen hero and heroine go in the same academy.
Vency want to go in this world .' hah stupid kid '
Is my brother also wanted the same .
Then he sat silently for minutes and said,
"Well, what can you expect from 15-year-old children?" he spoke.
Even I myself, who watched lots of anime, read all kinds of manhwa, manga, manhua—even I thought of reincarnation in those kinds of stories. But now, growing up, I realized those kinds of thoughts came because I wanted to run away from my responsibilities and all those kinds of tension and trauma I got after thinking about things like what will happen if I don't get into any college, will my father scold me, or the relatives will give tantrums to my mother, and what will my small brother think about me.
But now everything is going smoothly for me. I got into a good college and made my parents proud of me.
Looks like my brother is also going through the same thing—and Vency is making it worse by all the thoughts I'm having.
The front door opened, and Morris entered the house with the same blank face as always.
I was standing in front of him. I asked, "Where were you all night?" in a hard voice.
He ignored me and started going to his room. I again asked him, almost shouting, "You did not come home all night, didn't even pick up my call, ignored all the messages—and even now you are ignoring—" Fully ignoring me, he closed the door of his room. Now I was completely alone in the hall, and my anger level was at its highest. "Hah, sorry, mother. Looks like I have to break the promise to not fight someone.
I was just going to lecture him and then ask his problem, and then he would tell me his problem and I would explain—but he totally F'd it. Oh God, please have mercy on me, because I'm going to show him hell."
I was just going to his room, but Morris came himself, his face full of all kinds of emotions.
"Y…you… d…did you come to my room and take the book?" asked Morris, full of tension.
"Now you're going to speak, Morris?" I said, making a cold face. But Morris said in anger,
"Don't fuck with me, brother! I know you have the book right now. I saw on my camera, which I hid—you came to my room and took the book with you, so give—" He couldn't even finish his sentence.
SLAP!!
"Don't use that kind of word in front of me, Morris! Do you think our mother is here to stop me from beating you?" His hand moved again and—
SLAP!! SLAP!!
Morris tried to protect himself, but his big brother was more powerful than him.
"Beat me all you want, but give me the book. That book was not mine—I have to return it to the vency," he said while protecting himself.
I controlled myself and saw my brother. His face from one side looked swollen.
Going to my room, I took the book and gave it to Morris and said, "Return the book to that girl. And from now on, don't talk to her. And after giving the book, come straight home. I'm giving you 10 minutes now—go." Even after that he was only looking at the book, and taking it, he ran outside.
I thought after he came home, I talked to him silently and seeing my hands . Looks like I went a little overboard.
After 20 minutes pass,
He came back, his head down, standing in front of the door.
"Don't Stand there now come sit with me, Morris. We are going have a talk," I said in a smooth voice.
But the voice that came was not Morris—it was Vency.
"Brother, you can talk to Morris all you want, but tell me something first—did you read it?" her voice contained a serious tone.
"I think I told you something, Morris, don't talk to her. So why am I seeing her? Don't you realize by now, Morris, her upper circuit is loose? Her mother herself told me all the story," I said those words not because I wanted to bully Vency.
But the reply came not from Vency but from my brother, Morris. "Don't talk to her like that," he said in anger. It caught me off guard.
' oh oh WTF I'MMA LOOKING, looks like they are in relationship '
"Stop, Morris. I know what all the people think of me, but only you understand me fully," said Vency in a gentle voice. Then, facing me, she spoke in a serious tone, "You adults talk like you know all about the world and its people, but you are nothing—a being who lives in the lower dimensions, who doesn't even have knowledge of magic and aura. That kind of people—you are living insects, no you are pest nothing more. You are lower than us."
Hearing them, I felt so irritated—not because it was coming from a kid, but as a novel reader myself, I also had some kind of delusion at their age. And now, hearing from her, those memories awoke again, and thinking how cringe I was.
"Ha ha ha," I started laughing—not laughing at them, but at myself.
"I already told you, Vency, he's like all the others. He is not the same brother who ones watches anime all the day in the home read novel and manhwa. I was stopping myself just because of you, but now you've seen him yourself," said Morris while clutching somthing back in his hand, looking at Vency.
Vency opened her mouth. "Even you think our dream is a joke. I heard from Morris that you read that novel and you even know about my dream which you adult thinks as a jokes --"
"Look, kids first thing I'm not that old we have only 5 year age gap and this kind of thing looks good until a suitable age, but after growing up, you have to act like adults. Getting reincarnated in novels or anime is good just for watching. These are not real things; they're all the imagination of authors who write and draw to entertain us, nothing more. I know at your age you guys feel good about this kind of thing, but calling your father's soul and making him reincarnate in a novel world—and you both wanting to reincarnate in this book—just saying this makes me so uncomfortable and cringe. When you come to my age, you'll understand what I was saying. So now go to your home and never come here again. And Morris, I'm going to tell mother about all the things you've done with your little girlfriend." Saying this, I was going to my room.
Then—
"Brother, you shouldn't have said that to her." And just as I turned my head to see Morris, a hammer came flying at me and hit my head. Darkness came to my eyes and I hit the floor.
Back to Present...
They are now not kids—but fucking psychopaths. Seeing how they still showed no emotion, I felt a shiver down my back.
"Vency, it's about time. We got all the material for the ritual," said Morris as he poured more blood from his hand.
Seeing this, I was totally shocked.
And I knew I had to buy as much time as I could.
"So you all know these rituals from the novel? I don't remember reading anything in the novel about rituals," I said. Hearing from his older brother, Morris faced him and spoke,
"All the rituals were given to us by the demon himself. He said if we do the ritual and complete it, we'll be able to transport our souls to another world," said Morris in a low voice.
I heard sadness in his voice. Looking at him made me more suspicious.
"So the cat head will help you—that bitch and her dad—to reincarnate in the novel world?" I said in a questioning voice.
This time, Vency came from the dark while saying, "No, the cat is just to connect it with the spirit which helps us find my father's soul—and not 'bitch' to you," she said, giving a smirk from the corner. I didn't know why, but it wasn't good for me.
I was held in the chair when Morris got up, and Vency and Morris made eye contact—like they were speaking, 'It's time.'
"In the name of the Great Demon Satan, please accept my sacrifice," he started chanting again while holding the knife in his right hand and moving forward—to my direction!!!
"Morris, what are you doing? Why are you coming to me? Why?" I said, freaking out inside but still trying to calm myself.
I knew my brother would not do anything to me. We had many fights in childhood, but in a few hours, we always said sorry to each other. Even relatives said we were the perfect example of brothers.
"Morris, I know you're trying to scare me—and you succeeded, so drop the act now. Morris, I know this is a prank, just like we did three years ago. You hid a camera, didn't you? Morris… Morris… MORRIS!!" But Morris was still chanting and covering the distance.
"You still think it's a joke, don't you? …And what you're thinking is right—our last and main material for the ritual is you yourself," she said, giving a creepy smile at the end.
Morris, still chanting, was now in front of his big brother.
"In the name of the Great Demon Satan, please accept my sacrifice."
I was sweating all over, and Morris was now in front of me. He raised his right hand and put the knife to his big brother's neck. Seeing the madness in their eyes, I lost all hope. Even now, our parents hadn't come.
Morris was about to be done, so I closed my eyes, saying one last time, "Please, MORRIS! I have a life! I have a future too, Morris! We grew up together—so stop this stupidity and let me live! I won't tell our parents, please, Morris!"
I was begging my little brother to spare my life. When nothing happened, I opened my eyes and saw there was no one in front of me, and the chanting had stopped. I finally relaxed... but then suddenly, a hand grabbed my forehead and pulled backward. A cold steel touched my neck, and the knife went front and back so fast I couldn't even tell. A wetness started spreading from my chest to my pants, and I feel blood flowing from my neck. No sound came from my throat.
While struggling, I saw that bitch had a long smile on her face.
Slowly, Morris released his hand from my forehead, and I lost all the strength in my neck. Slowly, I fell, my eyes closing.
I… I…
Am… am… am… going to die.
The body of Morris's brother stopped struggling. He had died. Morris looked at his hand, which was all covered in his big brother's blood.
In the end, Morris finally showed some reaction—and it was not sadness.
He was laughing.