Death… And Me Chapter 2302 Real Turen

Chapter 2302 Real Turen

Roan decided to return to the dimensional realm. "I'm going to have a little talk with our new friend. You go ahead and see the people you want to bring to the Realm of G.o.ds."

Rean nodded. "No problem. I also want to check that dimension where Cryan was living. It probably exists because of him, so I'm curious about what happened now that he left."

Roan didn't mind. "So be it." Right after, he disappeared from sight. Kentucky and Celis, obviously, enter the Dimensional Realm as well.

Rean came down to the Planet's surface, going straight to the Varen Tribe. He had been out for a few days already, so he wanted to see what happened. Arriving there, he noticed that the tribe people he had brought with his power hadn't left. Pretty much everyone Juri wanted to talk to was still there.

He used his Divine Sense to see his parents. However, he noticed that his father, Turen Larks, seemed somewhat absent-minded. He was alone in a building that was usually used to store some of the ores mined in the varen's Tribe. Normally, unless you want to take them out or store more, there wouldn't be much of a reason to be there.

*Zus.h.!.+*

Suddenly, Rean appeared inside the same building, right in front of Rean. Yet, Turen wasn't surprised at all. It was as if he already knew Rean was coming. "Good work, boy. I saw your battle against those s.p.a.ce-Time Realm experts. For a moment, I thought I would have to give you a hand, but it seems like it was not necessary."

Rean was surprised to hear that. Turen shouldn't have such ability with his cultivation. However, Rean obviously knew that this Turen was nothing but a sliver of the real Turen's Soul. It's just that this Turen wasn't supposed to know about it. The Real Turen, a Divinity Realm expert, used this Turen to experience life. "F-Father... Are you controlling this avatar of yours now?"

Turen nodded. "Yes. Can you imagine my surprise when my connection to this avatar was suddenly restored? Even I couldn't believe it. Naturally, I saw when you arrived at our house and heard the entire conversation. Well, you knew about that already since I told you about my ability to see through this avatar's eyes."

Rean indeed heard about it back in the Temporal Path. "Well... sure, Roan and I knew about it. Still, I didn't expect you would take control. In any case, that's good. I can report to you everything we have done so far."

Turen shook his head, though. "There is no need. I'm indeed curious about how you were able to reach the Elemental s.p.a.ce Realm so fast, but I guess that system you talked about has something to do with it. For now, you just need to know that I'm fine, and the Fragment in my possession is still being used to keep my Dimensional Realm opened inside the Temporal Gap."

"Is everything okay?" Rean asked back. "If you didn't want to hear about us, then why did you take control of your avatar? I thought the good thing about it was the fact it didn't know anything about your real self so that you could experience a normal life."

Turen scratched the back of his head as he looked in the direction of his house in the Varen Tribe. "I've been thinking... As you know, this avatar and my real body are the same person. The only difference is that this avatar lacks the memories of my life. That said, what it feels, I feel as well."

"So...?" Rean asked curiously.

"So... the love this Turen feels for your mother I feel too. I was wondering if I should tell her everything about me, you know...? What do you think?" Turen asked as he looked back at Rean.

"This..." Rean was a little at a loss. "Mom isn't exactly... the most patient person I know, if you understand what I mean..."

Turen bitterly smiled after hearing that. "So you also reckon she will be filled with rage once I open my mouth, uh?"

"Just rage would already be a very mild outcome, to be honest," Rean answered while looking away. He truly didn't want to be in his father's skin when that moment came. In fact, he doesn't want to be anywhere near the storm.

Turen sweated cold as he thought about that, too. "Perhaps... I should stay quiet... and return this avatar's control to itself. I can continue to experience everything anyway."

Rean narrowed his eyes. "That won't do." How could he not know what his father was feeling? "You simply don't want Mom to keep living a lie. This isn't really you, even though it does carry your blood. You know, she will find out sooner or later, so isn't it better to be now? At the moment, she is very weak compared to your real self. Do you really want to wait for her to get stronger before exploding this bomb? She's coming to the Realm of G.o.ds, so her cultivation is definitely going to improve by leaps and bounds."

Turen couldn't help but tremble a little. "That's... a very convincing argument..."

Turen then steeled his resolve. "Fine! I'm going to tell her everything!"

Yet, he almost didn't notice Rean walking out of the storehouse very, very slowly... "Where the h.e.l.l are you going?!"

Rean froze for a moment and looked back. "Me? Uh... Right! I had Juri talk to everyone in the Tribe. By now, everyone should already have their answer. I must leave straight away to check on them to placate any of their doubts. In any case... good luck!"

*Zus.h.!.+*

In the next moment, Rean's body disappeared from the room.

Too bad, though. As the real Turen was controlling the avatar, he definitely had a bit of Divine Sense, which he used to find Rean and complain. "You unfilial son! Are you truly going to leave your father alone?! Are you going to betray me at a moment like this?!"

"Of course not!" Rean answered. "I'll pray for your success!" Right after, he activated his Divine Sense Bending Skill to the max, which made his presence disappear completely from Turen's senses.

There was only a bit of Turen's Divine Sense in his avatar's body, so it was far from enough to pierce through Rean's bending technique. "You just wait until we meet again with my real body. There will be a payback!"

A moment later, Turen gritted his teeth and headed to his funeral.