The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 255: Getting a Visit From Your Past Self

With Hanna still in seclusion, Klaus only has to spend time with his mom and Miriam. His mom didnʼt really need to go into seclusion. All she had to do was drink Mountain Dew, which Ohema made sure she had in abundance before becoming unreachable.

She occasionally absorbed monster cores to raise her cultivation base. Klaus didnʼt understand how his mother, who hadnʼt been able to level up for many years, had not only now leveled up but also broken through to the Ascended stage.

He couldnʼt wrap his mind around it. But he wasnʼt too concerned—his mom was finally leveling up, which would increase her lifespan, something Klaus dearly wanted for her.

They spent the day doing all sorts of things. Klaus knew that once he went into seclusion again, he wouldnʼt come out for a month, so he wanted to take care of a few things first.

As the sun was about to set, Klaus left to handle something outside, coming back later in the night. He had promised to meet up with Luna and her twin sister, so he went to leave a sign for them.

When he came back, dinner was ready. They ate, laughed, and joked about many things. When it was time for bed, Miriam tried to slip off to her room, but Klaus quickly pulled her into his room, and despite her strength, she didnʼt bother to resist.

Of course, Klaus didnʼt want to make her feel uncomfortable since this was their first night together, so after sharing a few kisses, they went to bed, cuddling together.

Klaus drifted off to sleep quickly, his face nestled between Miriamʼs breasts only covered in her nightwear —a dream he had longed for. He had finally managed to fulfill it.

A while later, Klaus felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He tried to ignore it, but after a bit, he felt another tap. Slowly, he gave in and opened his eyes.

However, once his eyes were open, he couldnʼt find anyone around—just Miriam quietly sleeping beside him. He wiped his eyes and decided to go back to sleep. But after a little while, he felt the tap again.

This time, Klaus opened his eyes immediately and even sat up in bed. He wanted to curse whoever was doing it, but before he could speak, a voice interrupted.

”Tea?” Klaus turned to see a familiar figure—a Monk with violet hair, handsome features, and unusual eyes—sitting in the air to the right of the bed, holding a teacup.

Klaus stared in shock. ”Fruity, what are you doing here? And more importantly, what am I doing here?” he asked, narrowing his gaze.

The fact that Miriam hadnʼt woken up despite the strangerʼs presence made Klaus suspect he wasnʼt in his room anymore. he was somewhere different.

”What Iʼm doing here isnʼt important. You should have some tea first,” Fruity said.

”Iʼm not drinking anything. Tell me, what am I doing here?” Klaus asked again, his voice colder this time. Something felt off, and he didnʼt like it one bit. He could sense something terrible was about to happen.

”You tell me, why are you trying to forget your past?” Fruity asked.

”Who said Iʼm trying to forget my past?” Klaus responded, puzzled.

”Then why arenʼt you remembering the rest? You made sure youʼd remember everything when you reincarnate, so why hold back?” Fruity asked again, twirling the tea in his cup.

”I donʼt know what youʼre talking about,” Klaus said, clearly lost.

”Then why donʼt you want to drink the tea?” Fruity pressed.

”That has nothing to do with anything. Iʼm just not ready yet,” Klaus replied, his tone growing slightly angry. He hadnʼt finished processing the first memory, so he wasnʼt keen on adding more.

He already knew that uncovering those memories was leading somewhere dark, and for once, he understood that once those memories came back, his life would never be the same.

”Well, Klaus, you donʼt have much time. Trust me, you need to remember, even if youʼre not ready,” Fruity said.

”And what if Iʼm not ready to remember?” Klaus shot back. He knew that drinking the tea would bring back the memories of his past, and if he didnʼt drink it, heʼd never remember.

Klaus expected Fruity to say something, but instead, he waved his hand, and the scene changed from the room to a new place that Klaus immediately recognized.

It was a large castle, built from the rarest jade and gold. Everything about it felt graceful and comforting. It had been his home in his past life as Haus—or Fruity, or the renegade monk.

”You remember when you were happy within these walls? How Mom made sure you had everything?” Fruity began.

”Stop,” Klaus said, not liking where this was headed.

”How Haniva used to take you on walks through the gardens.”

”I said stop,” Klaus repeated, his tone rising.

”How you always had everything you ever wanted. How youʼd cause trouble with the others and run to Mom for protection, love, and care.”

”I said stop it!” Klaus snapped.

But Fruity didnʼt stop. He waved his hand, and the scene changed again. Klaus now saw himself as a 7-year-old, standing inside a formation, looking back at his mother. It was the moment she sacrificed herself for him.

”You want to forget, Klaus, but you canʼt. You need to remember. Even though itʼs painful, this is who you are, and itʼs what will shape you into who youʼre meant to be.”

”You didnʼt lock these memories away to move on with a clean slate. You need them, Klaus. They are a part of you. The sooner you remember, the closer youʼll get to understanding your true self and your purpose.”

”The memories are inside you. All you have to do is reach out and unlock them. I know itʼs scary, but you made a promise to yourself. You have to fulfill that promise, or everything will be lost in the end. And trust me, you donʼt want that,”

The scene then shifted back to Klausʼs room, with Miriam still sleeping beside him on the bed. Klaus knew he was dreaming, but instead of enjoying the dream, it became more like a nightmare to him.

Fruity set down the cup of tea and vanished, leaving one final sentence: ”You need to remember, and do it fast, because youʼre running out of time.”

Klaus stared at the cup of tea, his thoughts swirling. He knew what had to be done, but he also knew he wasnʼt ready—or rather, he didnʼt want to face what would come next.

Drinking the tea meant being pulled down another painful memory lane.

”Ha, I guess heʼs right... or more like Iʼm right. Damn, this past self thing is getting on my nerves,” Klaus muttered as he took the cup of tea holding his memories.

”I must remember,” he whispered to himself. Then, with a single gulp, he drank the tea and swallowed. He let out a sigh, waiting for his vision to darken. But after five minutes, nothing happened.

He looked inside the cup—it was empty. Puzzled, Klaus wondered if he had done something wrong. The last time, he felt dizzy and then blacked out when he drank the tea, so he was expecting something similar. However, no matter how long he waited, that dizziness never happened.

Suddenly, he felt a hand touch his chest. The moment it made contact, his vision darkened.

When he regained his sight, he found himself back in his room, drenched in sweat, with Miriam holding onto him.

”Klaus, are you alright?” Miriamʼs voice reached his ears.

He raised an eyebrow in response.