Wednesday Morning, 5:00 AM
It was the moment everyone had looked forward to—they were finally going home.
Everyone was livelier than usual as people could be seen arranging and packing their belongings in preparation. In about four hours' time, the gates would be opened. Usually—or rather, after the regression—Liam wouldn't be eager to go home. But there was something special about this holiday, and perhaps it was something that made him who he was in Class 5.
He slowly packed and arranged his things in his luggage while he and his friends were chatting. However, he probably wasn't hearing what they were saying. His mind was somewhere else. He was planning for the future and also trying to think what would be the clue for something that happened in the original timeline—and when it happened.
If there was one thing he'd realized, it was that his memory wasn't perfect after regressing. He didn't have absolute knowledge advantage—like what day something happened or what time. He could only pinpoint the happening of something by linking it with something else.
For example, him knowing what day to stay awake for Anthony's case was simple. It was the same day as his first jog—or rather, it was the night or early morning of the next day after their first jog.
For something that didn't have a key reference, it was almost impossible to tell when it happened. And that was why he was trying to figure out when something important happened. In the end, he came to the conclusion to wait until his holiday actually started.
Time flew by quickly as the gates finally opened.
This would be the turning point in his life. The next time he came back, he would be Class 5—and also someone's school father.
Just as he stepped out of the school gate, his surroundings suddenly changed to a white room that stretched endlessly.
He remembered this place clearly. Why wouldn't he? It was the same place that started this life.
In front of him was a figure whose individual parts couldn't be seen. Only the shining golden silhouette of a human could be seen.
"You!" Liam said, looking at the god who had regressed him.
"You seem to have changed a lot since I last saw you. How do you like your regression?" the god asked. Even though his features couldn't be seen, for some reason, Liam could tell he was smiling.
"It's good so far, I guess? So the real question is, why did you actually bring me here?" Liam asked, confused.
"Well, you could say for a warning. I've looked into your future, and I should tell you that you've changed a lot—whether for good or for worse is something only you can choose for yourself. Do you perhaps want to take a peek?" the god asked.
But Liam didn't even think and simply declined.
"Having the knowledge of the future of my original timeline has caused me to live within a self-created framework, trying not to break anything from the timeline. Knowing the future of this timeline might actually reduce the boundaries and make my actions stiff and less fun!" Liam said, causing the god to laugh.
"Of course, I already knew that would be your answer, but I decided to ask anyway. Well, I'll just give you a little information for wasting your time: approximately four days, three hours from now!" the god said before sending Liam back to the real world.
Of course, the information was vague, but Liam could guess that it was the day he had been trying to figure out.
"You could say it's the benefit of having a god in my life," Liam said to himself with a slight chuckle as he boarded a taxi that would take him home.
About thirty minutes later, Liam finally got home.
The familiar scene of his house, neighborhood, and street was something that almost made him smile. Of course, it hadn't been that long since he last saw it, but it was a natural feeling that came with holidays—one that he actually couldn't fight against, even in his current state.