Chapter 2
Q. On my seventh birthday, I suddenly remembered my past lifeâand it turns out my mom is going to die, and my dads will destroy the world. What should I do?
A. Wow! Youâre doomed. Congratulations!
Seven years into the life of Cecilia Miller.
I have just realized that the world I live in is going to end.
And it will all start with my motherâs death.
âThis canât be happening.â
Unable to believe the reality before me, I stretched my cheeks down with both hands.
This had to be a dream.
Itâs definitely a dream!
Otherwise, why would someone like meâwho just moments ago was debating whether a white carriage or a black carriage would look coolerâbe struck with such a trial?
But even after I pulled at my cheeks and pinched myself until it hurt, the absurd situation didnât go away.
OwwâŠ
As I sat there clutching my cheeks in the whirlpool of chaos I never expected, my mother tilted her head in puzzlement.
âWhy is my little Cici doing that all of a sudden? Donât you like the cake I made?â
âThatâs what I told you, â©âȘ donât make the cake yourselfâjust buy one! The only person in this house who can actually cook has left.â
Kyle, the foul-mouthed dad, shook his head with a sigh.
âWatch your mouth.â
At the same time, Derrick Dad scrunched up his already intimidating face in warning.
âSometimes the truth is necessary, you little âȘâ©. How long are you going to cover for her?â
âAs Iâve said countless times, Blake, perhaps you could temper your language in front of the child?â
The ever-refined archmage Harzen Dad spoke from a distance, observing them as though from the sidelines.
For people who were apparently destined to destroy the world, they were having an awfully ordinary conversation.
Normally, I would have ignored it entirelyâbut not today.
Ugh, my head hurts.
Having discovered the shocking âextraâ ending, I couldnât calm down at all.
Why should I, at age seven, be burdened with something like this?
âBut I really worked hard to make itâŠâ
Right then, my mother murmured dejectedly, her face full of disappointment.
I stopped thinking and snapped my head up.
âNo! Mom, your cake is amazing! Itâs the best! The absolute best in the whole world!â
âBut you didnât look very happy, Cecilia.â
âUh, th-thatâs becauseââ
âbecause I just found out youâre going to die and my dads will destroy the world.
Glancing between my mom and dads staring at me, I let out a deep sigh.
It was natural for them to worryâafter all, here I was with a long face on my birthday.
I couldnât let them be concerned, so I decided to at least pretend to enjoy the party⊠but who was I kidding?
I couldnât focus on a single thing.
More than anythingâ
The idea of Mom dying? Impossible!
I looked at her again, my face crumpling.
Oh no, Mom, donât dieâŠ
If she died, we wouldnât be able to share cake like this on my birthday ever again.
We wouldnât open presents together and celebrateâŠ
Speaking of whichâwhatâs my present this year?
No! Focus!
I shook my head vigorously to chase away the drifting thoughts.
Even with my memories back, my seven-year-old brain kept wandering like this.
AnywayâŠ
I should just tell them outright.
Misunderstandings and ruin always start with a lack of communication.
Why struggle alone in silence? If we put our heads together, we could come up with something.
Surely, if anyone could think of a brilliant plan, it would be my mom and dads.
âUm, Mom, actuallyââ
The moment I made up my mind to speakâ
[WARNING]
A statement has been detected that could cause severe disruption to the worldâs setting.
If the statement continues, additional penaltiesâincluding shortness of breath and deathâmay be applied.
âWhat theââ
The instant I read the words that appeared before me, I clamped my mouth shut.
There were penalties?!
No, more importantlyâ
What kind of penalty is that?
Shortness of breath and death?
Isnât this supposed to be suitable for ages seven and up?
How can they just kill a growing child like that?!
â Cecilia?â
I sat there with both hands covering my mouth, staring at the floating scroll, when a voice full of worry reached my earsâgentle and beautiful, like something from heaven.
Naturally, it was my mother, Yuria.
âMoooomâŠâ
I immediately wormed my way into her arms.
Momâs arms really are the best.
If I could, Iâd stay there until the day I died.
The thought that I might not be able to enjoy this warmth in the future was unbearable.
No! I refuse!
Even if the world split in two, I had to save her.
But⊠how?
âIs it because Sionâs not here?â
As she stroked my head, my mom muttered to herself.
For the record, Sion was the one dad not currently at home.
Think of him as âWorld-Destroyer No. 4.â
âMaybe you miss his cooking. Honestly, I do too.â
âThatâs not it!â
âThen why the long face, Cecilia?â
âBecauuuseââ
âmy future is pitch-black.
But if I say thatâ
Itâll be my funeral right away.
I couldnât die before saving Mom.
I shook my head hard and said,
âItâs a secret.â
âA secret?â
âMy life is precious.â
With that, I slapped my hands over my mouth again.
All my dads turned to look at Mom.
âSo the cake really was âȘ⏠bad enough to kill.â
âYuriaâs fault.â
âIndefensible.â
âSeriouslyâŠ?â
Ignoring my betrayed-looking mom, I rolled my eyes away.
Sorry, Mom.
That was the only excuse I could think of right now.
But I promiseâIâll protect you no matter what!
Even if it means betting all my dads on it!
A few days later, I reached a conclusion.
The fact that the scroll appeared in front of me had to mean something.
It must want me to save Mom and stop the worldâs destruction.
Usually in these kinds of stories, some kind of system or whatever shows up, and the protagonist overcomes the crisis.
Even the spoiler comment proves it.
It told me about the ending because it didnât want that ending to happen.
But stillâ
âWhy wonât it tell me more?â
I buried my face into my stuffed animal and kicked my legs in frustration.
Why? Just why?!
Why tell me the conclusion but not the most important partâthe process?!
Wait⊠could it beâŠ
Suddenly, a thought struck me.
Was this one of those setups where you have to build up your stats to clear the âstop the apocalypseâ quest?
That would also explain why a status-window-like scroll had appeared before me.
âAll right, thenâŠâ
I glanced around cautiously.
GoodâMom was away volunteering at the retirement home.
Derrick Dad was chopping firewood in the distance, Harzen Dad was reading elegantly somewhere far awayâŠ
And Kyle Dadâwell, he was probably holed up in his lab working on another invention.
âAhem, hem.â
Clearing my throat, I whispered very quietly,
âSystem.â
âŠ
âStatus window.â
âŠ
âSummon administrator?â
Nothing appeared.
So it wasnât that kind of genre?
Then how was I supposed to figure this out?
âUrrrgh!â
I shook my stuffed bunny violently in my frustration.
Sorry, Bunnyâare you in pain?
Iâm in pain tooâŠ
Wait a second.
As I sat there sulking and tormenting the bunny, a thought suddenly flashed across my mind.
âAn extra chapterâŠâ
In extra chapters, the author often ties up loose ends left hanging in the main story.
So if I think about unresolved threads from the originalâŠ
The problem wasâ
My brain isnât working, ugh!
Another thing Iâve learnedâmy thinking capacity is not up to par with my memories.
Of courseâmy brain is still seven years old.
Even with my past-life memories, my body is the same!
I keep losing focus or acting on impulse.
Like right nowâ
Here I am, staring up at the sky and looking at cloud shapes in the middle of thinking.
Ooh, that one looks like a bunny.
My mouth hung open as I admired the fluffy clouds whenâ
â⊠Cecilia!â
Derrick Dad suddenly called out to me, his expression tense.
Harzen Dad also furrowed a brow, staring into the distance.
Huh?
What was going on?
Before I could figure it out, my dadsâ sudden tension filling the airâ
A new, translucent scroll appeared before my eyes.
[Main Story Route Segment Activated]
Extra Chapter 1: The Threat That Never Ended
The visit of the Royal Palace Knights has partially fulfilled the conditions to begin the extra story.
Continuing this route will fully activate the main story progression.
Progress to full activation: 10%
What on earth does that mean, dear scroll?