The Demolish This Story
02. Regressions

Early in the day, where the new sun appears in the eastern horizon. Birds chirped, and white dust descended from the sky.

"Huh?"

Sitting in a daze, the boy looked around.

The window frame is rather worn, and the street view is visible from the window. Curtains are sky blue and bed linen patterned cloud hers. Dark brown cabinet, with a poster of his favorite super hero stuck in the closet door.

This place was not a place that was unfamiliar to him, instead it was a place that he was very familiar with.

Because this is his room, Aaron Bellfeld.

'dreams?'

Aaron pinched his arm trying to ascertain his consciousness, and the pain came in return.

'No way, obviously I was...'

Aaron went back to his memory.

2033, the name of the earth is said to be nearing the apocalypse. Monsters peaked unnoticed, dungeons continued to appear endlessly, and natural disasters continued to occur without prediction.

As if not enough, he appeared.

Terror-bearer creatures, created from cruelty and evil, are at the center of all sin. Each step brought destruction, even calling his name carried fear.

The demon king, Diabolos.

Aaron massaged his temple.

The feeling of pain and fear when fighting the demon lord was definitely not a mere dream.

But looking at her present self, lying in her old house that was supposed to be destroyed also seemed unreal.

Aaron no longer knows which dream world and which is the reality.

When Aaron massaged his dizzy head...

tock, tock, tock

The sound of the door being knocked could be heard.

"Sister, the food is ready, get up quickly."

The typical high tone of a girl's voice can be heard from behind the door.

The deg!

Aaron freezing. His body was unable to move and his mouth was unable to put out words.

'This sound...'

He knew this voice very well. A voice he could never hear again. And the only sound that gives him the strength to survive

'No way.'

Unknowingly, Aaron's body was already running towards the source of the sound. He ran in a hurry, like a desperate man, and without an aba, he fiercely opened the door.

Brak!!

"Yeah!"

A high-pitched voice again rang out in Aaron's ears, but this time he heard it more clearly.

"Hey! you surprised me, brother!"

Long black hair that was beautiful like the night sky. Blue eyes sparkled like diamonds. Tiny body and glass-clear skin that looks fragile.

Her small and cute face looked at Aaron with a pouting expression.

"Cee..."

Aaron muttered his name.

She is Aaron's sister, Cecilia Mia Bellfeld.

Aaron walked up to Cecilia, his hand involuntarily outstretched onto her face. His hand, which caressed the soft cheeks of his little sister, trembled slightly.

"Sister?"

Cecilia did not reject him, she looked at her brother's face. Eyes that were usually full of strength, trembled, tears as if they could drip at any time.

Aaron looked at her in a daze.

'How can it be?'

10 Years ago, his younger sister died from a monster explosion, and Aaron, who was not even a Hunter at the time, could not save her.

But now his little sister was standing in front of him, healthy, without an injured body.

"Thank God.."

Aaron wrapped his arms around her, tightly hugging Cecilia's body.

No matter if this was a dream or reality, the fact that his sister was fine already made him happy.

...o0°0o...

"So, did you have a nightmare or something?"

"Well, that's how it is"

Sipping coffee, Aaron replied half-heartedly.

Aaron cried in Cecilia's arms for 30 minutes, and during that time Cecilia patted Aaron on the back to calm him down.

Aaron turned his eyes. His gaze was fixed to the calendar in front of him, where the number 23 was crossed with a red marker.

'23 February 2020'

Aaron doesn't know the exact date when he fought the demon lord, which he knows is 2035, meaning this is fifteen years before his death.

How could he have been fifteen years ago? thinking and calming his mind, Aaron came to a conclusion.

Regressions.

Aaron had only read it in a fictional story, never imagining this would happen to him.

"Well, please."

Cecilia's voice dissolved her thoughts. Cecilia brought her breakfast, and served it in front of Aaron. A warm mushroom soup was in front of him.

Aaron took it a little. The savory and salty taste that mixes feels good. Cecilia also sat in front of him, eating her food.

Aaron looked back at his little brother. During his fierce times, the photo of his sister smiling was the only encouragement of his life, even after his figure was gone.

Water began to wash his eyes. Aaron felt like he was going to start crying again, so he started rubbing his eyes.

"sister, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

...o0°0o...

Aaron was in his bedroom. It's Saturday, school is on her day off and she also doesn't have a part-time work schedule.

Cecilia went out, saying there was a group task to be done.

Alone in the room, Aaron sorted out what to do.

"Status."

A transparent blue screen appeared in the empty air in response to Aaron muttering.

...╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗...

Name: Aaron Bellfeld

Race. : Human

STR : 8

AGI :6

VIT. :7

INT. 10

...╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝...

The status screen, in short, is a screen that displays body statistics in numerical form.

The status screen can only be seen by Hunter, a human who has already experienced Awakening or awakening.

As expected, all his stats went back to the beginning. All of the skills he had obtained also disappeared, although there were some new tittle that seemed useful.

But Aaron still has a usable weapon, the strongest weapon ever.

Yes, knowledge of the future.

To change the future, there are a few things he needs to do

- firstly, debt.

Aaron recalls his parents.Aaron's father was an ordinary office worker, and his mother was just a housewife. They are not a wealthy family, but financially they have no problems.

But for whatever reason, two years ago, a few months before they died, they arrived to make a loan. The money was $100,000, and Aaron had no idea where the money was allocated.

Then, an incident happened. Aaron's parents have died.

Aaron sold all the things he could sell, and even Cecilia did the same. Their furniture has been lost more than half, but their debt has not been reduced much.

The flowers given were bigger than he thought.

Aaron is a 17-year-old teenager, there is no other way for him to earn income other than from part-time work.

But now it's different.

The knowledge of the future is in his memory. Aaron knows where he invests and makes money.

But, another problem arises.

To make an investment, money is needed.

"So, let's explore the dungeon."