Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 114: How Could You Forget? (2)

Memories were flooding his mind one after the other, and the images he saw were increasing the darkness, hatred and rage in his heart with each passing second.

He really couldn’t stand it anymore.

Each memory he passed one after another, each place he saw, each friend he lost, and hundreds of moments when his joy faded...Hundreds of days when he lost his feelings...

When the dark figure enveloped him one last time, and the image around Atlas changed once more, it was now in a completely different direction.

Atlas knew exactly who the woman standing dead in front of him was. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

The woman sitting on a chair with her head fallen forward. The image that Atlas had never forgotten and even refused to forget.

The image that he realised he was being used by humans and lived in the last month before he died.

The time when the woman he loved died.

Atlas was angry, incredibly angry. So angry that 8 Sacred Flames went into a seriously insane state. Right where he was, in the centre of his dream, his body was covered in flames.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" Atlas suddenly shouted.

For the first time since he had started seeing his memories one by one, instead of continuing to look at them, he shouted like he was going crazy.

To say that he was close to going insane would have been an accurate statement.

Veins around his jaw from clenching his teeth too tightly. The nails dug into his palms and made them bleed because he clenched his hands too tightly. And the bloody tears flowed down his face.

The dark figure appeared in front of him once again. In just a second, the surroundings changed again, but this time Atlas was not swallowed by the dark figure.

He seemed to have returned to the moment he had stepped forward to protect Amon and Surtur. He returned to his home, the Hero Academy Globe, and waited in the almost centre of the huge courtyard in the middle of the academy’s massive campus.

His anger would not go away. Seeing the memories he had seen, most of which he wanted to forget, over and over again, had thrown out every nerve point in his body, every emotion he had stored in his brain as if he was suppressing every one of them.

It would be correct to say that he could not hold himself.

The dark figure stood before him, saying nothing and watching Atlas with a stoic expression.

"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?!" shouted Atlas. His voice echoed over and over in the empty courtyard:

"WHAT ARE YOU TRY---!!!"

"WHAT AR----!!!"

"WHA----!!!!!"

The echoes disappeared, but the dark figure refused to answer Atlas as if it didn’t care about anything.

Atlas’ gaze was sharp, wishing he could lunge at the figure in front of him, tear it apart and feed its body parts to the monsters.

"TELL ME!!!" shouted Atlas.

Still, there was no answer.

"WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?!?!?!" screamed Atlas.

There was not even a peep.

After a minute of waiting, Atlas could not stand it any longer and rushed forward and grabbed the dark figure by the collar with one hand, as if the figure was wearing a suit, and then shouted the following words:

"WHO ARE YOU?!?!?!"

As Atlas shouted this question, the dark figure broke free from his grasp and took a few steps backwards. The figure began to shrink in size, reaching almost 1.84 metres.

This was Atlas’ size.

The figure gradually changed and after a short time took the form of Atlas.

He was older, more broken, sad, angry yet exhausted. This was him before he died.

The environment began to change once more. Again, something hadn’t swallowed Atlas, and in a short time the place had turned into a battlefield.

It didn’t take long to realise where this place was.

Atlas saw himself...his former life before him, his dying body in the centre of the battlefield, surrounded by flames, the bodies of angels and demons, and weapons embedded in the earth and even in corpses.

It was a horrible sight.

A brutal and disgusting sight that Atlas frankly didn’t remember much.

The red air in the sky, the rain falling, it was unbelievably awful.

He wasn’t dead. This was just before he was dead.

"I am done protecting the human race. I am done fighting for those who destroyed me. If I see the light once more, I will fight for anything but humanity. I promise. I swear."

Atlas couldn’t quite make out what he was supposed to understand when he heard those words. He could only feel his eyeballs flicker and realise that the anger in his body had begun to disappear, replaced by pity.

"I am you, Atlas," the dark figure said.

He was still dark, only his appearance was a replication of Atlas’ old self. Everything was the same, from his facial features to his body contours, even the scars on his body.

"What are you trying to say?" asked Atlas.

"You realise what I’m trying to say. I am you. I am who you are supposed to be," the dark figure replied.

"So what? I’m supposed to be my old, tired and stupid self, the one who was manipulated and lost his sister, his own woman?" Atlas complained. His facial expression indicated that he was getting angry again.

"No. I am who you need to be. Deadly. The one who doesn’t show emotion. Who doesn’t reveal himself. Not afraid to kill. The one who doesn’t think about mercy for a second and who now thinks about himself and his relatives instead of everyone else. Have you forgotten?" the dark figure asked.

Atlas started to look at the figure in front of him as if he did not know what to say, and then his head started to ache.

Atlas fell to his knees with the incredible pain in his head. Every second he was seeing his memories again and again. In the middle of the battlefield, he began to see every memory, everyone he had lost, over and over again.

His head started to get confused. He couldn’t even make sense of what was happening. This was an experience he had never experienced before.