Re:Immortal

'Let's calm down first and think this through.' Thought Omis as he tried to steady his emotions.

Omis was sure that not even a minute ago he was fighting against Lylle, his energy went berserk and he failed to control it which gave her the upper hand over him. How could he have been so rash and reckless.

He did manage to force both of the clashing energies inside his body to stop their fighting, but then...then what? He didn't seem to be able to remember anything after that.

One second he was in 'the Underworld' the next he found himself in this strange place in a foreign body that gave him a vague sense of familiarity.

Looking around him, he appeared to be in a bedroom of sorts? Omis wasn't sure, a single double-sized bed was placed in the middle of the room, bed stands were placed neatly to both of its sides.

Behind him was a moderately big desk with a computer placed on top.

"A computer?" Omis muttered as he moved closer to it. It looked extremely familiar to him, yet he had no memories of it.

"Wait! Memories? Did I achieve a breakthrough?" He shouted as he glanced at his surroundings.

The door to the room appeared to be closed, yet what grabbed his attention was the long mirror hanged next to it. Glancing at it, his body shuddered at the unfamiliar person that stared back at him.

Hesitantly, he slowly reached out to feel his face the figure in the mirror doing the same causing his heart to speed up in his chest.

"Is this me?" He mumbled with uncertainty.

The figure that stared back at him had short curly black hair, a well-trimmed black beard to match, was not particularly slim nor fat, just average. His features could be considered handsome yet didn't come close to compare with his previous flawless one.

This was him, this was his real face, his real body. This was him before his transmigration! As he came to that conclusion, Omis was suddenly assailed by a wave of emotions. He didn't know how to react? Was this how Tizzy felt when he found out? Was this how the boss felt when he found out?

His mind was conflicted, a part of him seemed to almost reject this body as his, yet another part seemed to yearn for it, which was the true him? Which was his true body? Was it Omis the God-ranked cultivator? Or was it this mortal self?

Before he could have any time to calm down, Omis was abruptly assailed by an unbearable headache, causing him to collapse on the floor while clutching his head in pain with his eyes closed.

"Argh!" He screamed out as it felt like countless needles were being stabbed into his skull at the same time.

But just as fast as it appeared, the pain swiftly disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. His eyes quivered before slowly opening. He was no longer in the bedroom but was sitting down in what appeared to be a restaurant.

Strangely though, the only one that was present was him and a familiar-looking young boy with jet black curly hair and cute chubby cheeks sitting next to him at the table. As the boy turned to look at him with an innocent smile on his face, Omis's heart felt heavy in his chest.

"You are-" Muttered Omis, this was not the first time he had met this child, the first was back when he collapsed in the Song kingdom with Addi. The aftermath of his breakthrough into the God realm.

"What are you talking about &#?#@?" Asked the boy as he tilted his head in puzzlement his eyes surprised as he stared back at him before bringing his attention to the menu in his hands.

"Oh, I want this! Look &#?#@, this seems tasty!" said the little boy a radiant smile beaming on his face.

Omis's brows creased, as he looked at the boy. Something was blocking him from hearing his own name. For whatever reason, every time the child called him, something seemed to blur out his name rendering him unable to make out what It was.

"So it's going to be like that eh?" Muttered Omis.

Shaking his head, Omis brought his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, a long sigh escaping from his lips. The boy didn't seem to pay him any attention as he continued to browse the menu in his hands with interest.

Looking at the young child who did not seem to be over 12, Omis found his heart once again tightening in his chest. He didn't know his name, and he didn't know who he was, but one thing is for sure, he knew him before. The only question that remained was, did he really want to remember?

As soon as he thought about that, the boy almost immediately turned his head to stare at him, the smile long gone from his face as he silently looked at him. Looking around him, the restaurant was eerily quiet.

"You want to forget about me &#?#@? Was I not important to you?" Asked the boy in a voice that brought shivers down Omis's spine.

He then wordlessly stood up, pushed his chair away, and crept closer to Omis. His eyes slowly turning completely black as his iris disappeared. As the boy came closer, Omis found his heart beating louder and louder in his chest, he tried to circulate his cultivation base only to find out that there was none, causing him to panic.

He felt vulnerable under the boy's dark gaze, yet as the boy asked him once again, Omis clutched his heart in pain, it was not fear he was feeling, no, it was longing.

"Why did you leave me &#?#@? Did you not say that you loved me?" Asked the boy as he moved within arms reach from Omis.

Unknown emotions seemed to engulf him at the boy's question. Omis was left without an answer as he simply stared back at him, a pained expression on his face as he struggled to remember.

"Answer me!" Screamed the boy, his eyes looking like the depths of the abyss itself. Yet Omis was not afraid, his hands unconsciously moved and grabbed the boy before pulling him closer into a tight hug.

Omis had no control over his body, he did not know why he did it, he did not know who the boy was or what he meant to him, and he certainly did not know why he was crying...