Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 63: A new beginning always require letting go

The whole place went freezing. Slowly being overtaken by extreme heat, but unlike when Eleyn had cast the same spell, there was no scream coming from Percival. He was burnt and disintegrated, quickly, painlessly.

Ashes fell down, from which Percival again regenerated. The ashes came together as if they were being mixed like cement, and a black blob appeared.

Two dark hands shot out of the thick and disgusting blob, then came the legs, but unlike the arms, they turned from a black fog to a white skin tone. (No the author is not trying to be a racist)

Gereon watched calmly as the enemy was regenerating. He hated this type of guy in the past, but now, they were his favorite toys. "Regeneration huh? Must have been a good life, not worrying about hospital fees." His eyes were gleaming with joy.

But he had no time to play around, he needed a good sleep outside of this illusion, so he decided to end the fight quickly. "Hell’s mercy." He voice was calm and chilling despite the heat.

The dragon extended his hand, a flame sword appearing in its palms. Fires started to erupt from its blade, and without further ado, he slashed down.

Fire went ahead in a straight line, slashing Percival in half. He did not burn, but just turned to dust and vanished. The whole unending darkness shattered, and everyone inside fell asleep, including Gereon, who quickly turned back into his human form.

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The newborn kid cried, he could not open his eyes, but he knew what was happening. He had been born as a baby, he silently thanked the story deity for reincarnating him. He could feel his mother’s warmth, and a slightly sweet and tasty liquid entered his mouth.

...

It was night time, and he could finally open his eyes without hurting. So he opened them and took a look around. The room had a Victorian era aesthetics, it was Judge’s favorite, not only were the interior designs a sight to see, but the sharing of information was also limited on this kind of setting, so a lot more pathways for manipulative battles were at his disposal.

He would take it easy in this life, maybe do a small business venture, and maybe even try his hand at magic. He could only do so much in his last life, so he should live a fulfilling life in this world.

He remembered what powers the deity of stories had given him, the three skills that he chose. He could use them to do more than the job she had given him. He could pull people into the Studio and manipulate the space, he was confident that he could make anyone accept to be under his wing.

All he needed to do was pull in someone who wished to be strong and with high self esteem, and let psychology do its magic.

He remembered what his mother had told the others while feeding him. He could understand the language, he had heard about his name ’Judge’. He did not hate the name, rather, he was glad that they did not name him doctor or engineer, which would have been awkward.

Then there was the siblings part, he had heard what she had told to two young voices, "Amber, Liam, this is your baby brother, see?" She then held him towards them and he got a few calm strokes to his head. He did not like that part, why did he need siblings? He cried when they were caressing him in order to assert dominance.

As he was recounting what had been transcribed on the first day of his new life, a portrait of a beautiful lady caught his eye. Hanging on the wall adorned with a wallpaper that had golden prints.

It was his mother’s portrait, she looked just like she did in her previous life. Deep blue hair and another pair of ice blue eyes. Her hair was neatly folded into a bun and fastened using a hairpin.

She wore a green full skirt with an emerald corset, there were several embroidery flowers of different colors, but it was just enough, not too much. Her bright smile brought a warm feeling to his heart.

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Then there was another picture, which was of his red haired father, he wore a black tailcoat, a black vest, and a white shirt.

There were many embroideries present on his attire, golden buttons, and chains. he stood with a silver inlaid black cane in his hand, a black top hat with a golden token was the final touch.

The next portrait made him uncomfortable— his mother was sitting on a chair with his father. There were two children present, one was a boy with blue hair sitting on his mother’s lap, and there was a red haired girl who was standing in front of his father.

He looked up in disgust, there was a brass chandelier hanging above. It made his hunch of the world being a steampunk one true. He wanted to sleep, but a red curtain caught his eye.

The curtain was letting in a faint blue light, which let him see the room. But he felt as if he was forgetting something. It was somehow related to the blue light behind the curtain, but he could not put his mind into what it was.

He could feel it at the end of his tongue, yet so far away. It was as if he had walked into a room and had forgotten why he did that in the first place.

Suddenly, a wind blew through the open window, lifting up the curtain and letting him see the skies outside... and the bright, blue full moon.

His head hurt as memories flew into his brain, memories of his time in the illusory world, his time in the dreams. He wanted to cry in pain, but no voice came out, he wanted to move, but his muscles refused to budge.

After a brief moment, when he could finally move. He instinctively turned to the side, call it a baby’s instinct, because he had turned to where his mother was sleeping beside him.

He grabbed her loose nightgown and held on tightly, he felt afraid, afraid of what kind of memories had entered his mind. But he decided to take the risk and look through it.

Slowly, but surely, he started to remember his time in the illusory world created by Tenebris. He remembered Hawthorne and how he came to accept him as his master, it was not something that would happen under normal circumstances, but the dream world had many irregularities when it came to people’s minds.

Then the scene went on to his fight with Seraphis and the scene of Selena accepting him as her master. And finally, his talk with Seraphis and then his talk with... Clio, the deity of stories.

Tears started to swell as he thought about his trusted diety. But he held back the tears and took a determined decision. He would rise up to be a god, no matter what it took or how much time it took. He could not give up before he achieved his goals.

Information was what he needed the most now, information about godhood and how to ascend to a god, even a tiny bit of info would do. And what place was better to get information other than the library?

He should head to the library as soon as possible... after he had gotten bigger. Clio had warned him that things would not go as smoothly as they did before. His mother’s senses were extremely good, now that they were not masked by Clio’s efforts, it was impossible for him to leave unnoticed.

He got into thinking, making himself relaxing slowly. He let go of his mother and passed into sleep, his thoughts faded into random dreams. His mother turned to him, half asleep, and slowly caressed his head.

Soon, morning came, bringing in some annoying maids. Judge had almost forgotten them, he cried and pleaded to his mother for her to rescue him. But she only took that as her baby being cute and send him to bathe in the hands of the maids.

Judge cried loudly as the maids washed him, he watched them with disdain while harboring a thought to lampoon their efforts, but it was not possible for a baby.

He had his breakfast after the bath, and the two annoying siblings came into his room. (Actually his mother’s)

’How dare you step into my private space,’ He shouted in baby tongue.

"haa, cute! He’s trying to speak!" Amber held his head and rubbed her cheeks against his.

"Oh Amber, Liam," His mother spoke, "You both should get ready to head to the palace. it’s today."

"Yes, Mom!" They both spoke in unison, much to Judge’s discomfort.

"And remember," Her face grew serious, "Never mention anything about dragons, especially anything about you being a dragon... Okay?"

"Yes Mom, we promise," Amber said excitedly, she was not curious, maybe because she already knew the reason why.

Judge watched as they hurried off, chatting excitedly. ’Children’ He thought to himself and shook his head, at least he tried to. But he remembered one thing, they did not go this early to the castle, it was after a few days.

He then understood what Clio meant when she said she had been helping him understand the world better. She was slightly changing the actions of people to another action that would benefit him.

Clio... He no longer cried at the thought of her, he could still see her.