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The beginning of everything…

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On the shores of time, where heaven and earth intertwine,

Nature and Death dance, a fleeting encounter.

She, dressed in leaves and dew, spring laughter,

He, dressed in shadows, eyes deep as austere night.

They cross paths in fields of oblivion and auroras,

She whispers secrets of flowers, he listens without delay.

Nature, with its hair of wind and eyes of the sea,

Death, with his white hair that seemed to glow for great irony.

On starry nights, they meet on the edge of the abyss, She offers flowers, he accepts, in a silent pact. Their lips touch, a kiss that transcends life and death, And so, forbidden love is born, a cosmic dance of luck.

From his love is born a son, a being of duality, Wings as black as crow's feathers, eyes burning with clarity. He wanders among the worlds, messenger of extremes, A dark angel, guardian of secrets and supreme dreams. the son of nature with death.

The angel on earth lived, and among the humans mingled without knowing what his existence meant, but by a mistake of his father, his soul was cursed and all those he loved died. He lived a destiny that was not for himself, alone and without happiness, until death came for him.

But Nature, seeing her child suffer, weeps in a storm, Accuses Death of cruelty, of robbing her of happiness. It throws furious winds, roots break, rivers overflow, While Death, unmoved, welcomes the angel into its arms who once lived the miserable life of a human. Guilty death gives a new life to her son, wishing that this time he would be happy.

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Chapter 01-

It was dark

 

He couldn't see anything

 

But he could still feel the bite

And the sharp claws tearing, their teeth chewing his flesh while he was in a semi-conscious state

 

Kim Rok hates to feel pain

 

He wasn't happy with the feeling of being eaten alive

 

Yes, he is still alive

 

He wasn't killed immediately by the monster, he just got hurt

 

He might have survived if one of his companions had attacked the monster while someone else healed him, but they took the opportunity to flee, leaving him behind to be devoured.

 

Rokso regretted sacrificing himself, but he was becoming numb.

 

At least he didn't feel any more pain

 

What day is it today?? He tried to distract himself from his own impending death Oh, that's right, today is my birthday, November 8th... It's also Jungsoo-hyung's birthday

 

Rokso was someone who didn't want to die, but didn't have the energy to try to survive.

 

Half of it was already inside the monster's stomach.

 

He no longer had the strength to continue fighting, he fought to survive his whole life

 

his uncle

 

To support themselves

 

To fight the monster

 

To prevent the people he loves from dying

 

Rokso was honestly tired

 

He just wanted a quiet, lazy life.

 

Living on a farm taking care of cro

 

Be rich so you don't have to work

 

Maybe adopt a child or three, since he couldn't have children. Even if he could, he wouldn't because his mates died, and he doesn't want to mate with anyone else.

 

Kim Rok was a recessive omega then, he was tall, he had muscles from training he did, he had subtle pheromones that you wouldn't even notice, he had no heat and heat, he looked like an alpha but everyone thought he was a beta because he didn't smell. And he also couldn't get pregnant. At first, thanks to the apocalypse, no one in their right mind would want to bring a baby into the world where they have to fight monsters. But then, with humanity recovering and gradually stabilizing everything, Rokso wanted to retire a little and have children with his mates, and raise them on a farm so they could live a peaceful life

 

But they died before they could get the chance

 

Rokso could only feel his life slipping away as he fell unconscious and felt death all around him.

 

For some reason, he felt cold but comforting arms around him, like the embrace of a father comforting his wounded.

 

In his last breath of life, Rokso did not realize the tears streaming down his face and that the environment around him had changed, but he felt strangely at peace from the sensation of being in someone's arms.

 

He also never found out that his teammates, who left him for dead, had suffered a serious accident after a hurricane accompanied by a severe hailstorm hit their shelter and they ended up dying. 

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Chapter 02-

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Kim Rok just opened her eyes and blinked, confused. The light in the room was soft, the sun's rays shining through the window, the singing of birds could be heard by Rokso, and he felt the soft touch of sheets around his body. But something was wrong. He wasn't in his bed, and the smell in the air was unfamiliar, for he was sure his room didn't smell of milk and talcum powder

He frowned, trying to understand what was happening, he couldn't move his body to his frustration. He gave up trying to get up and looked around trying his best to understand where he is. The room was simple but if you look closely you will notice that the furniture looked expensive. From his limited vision of lying down, Rokso saw that the room had a white ceiling, burgundy red walls, with wooden furniture.

Rokso tried to move once more, but he could only move his arms with enough difficulty. He looked at his hands and arms looking for injuries or his scars, but stopped when he noticed something, his hands were small. Small, chubby hands with tiny little fingers. He was in a baby's body!

Kim Rok so felt panic set in. He was reincarnated as a baby. But why? How did this happen? He remembered his previous life, his death, and now he was here, in a fantasy world.

"hoho"

Hearing a sound, Rokso snapped out of his stupor and looked towards the noise, he saw a slightly old gray-haired man wearing a butler's outfit right next to the bed, which Rokso realized now is a crib by the surrounding fence, with a benign smile.

the fright was so great for baby Rokso that his little body trembled and began to cry sobbing softly as he grasped the first thing his small hands reached from his lying form, which was none other than another red-haired baby that Rokso didn't notice was there, that he was sleeping,  but he awoke from his sleep by being embraced and by his brother's weeping.

The red-haired baby started crying because his brother is crying, but when he looked around and saw the old butler and realized that he was the reason his brother had cried, he gave his best piercing look as he frowned that a baby could give. But he looked like a skittish puppy who tried to look fierce but trembled and cried as he protected another puppy in the butler's eyes

Ron was going to his young masters' room, as it was time to wake up and feed them so they don't sleep in.

He walked into the room and was greeted with the adorable sight of his young master puppy older looking down at his own fat little hands with a curious look as if he didn't realize he had hands until that moment.

The scene was so cute that Ron felt his old heart warm and couldn't help but let out a laugh mixed with an amused snort

"Hoho"

Hearing the laughter of Ron, the younger master puppy older for what he was doing and looking in his direction, Ron amused himself arched an eyebrow and looked at him with a friendly smile.

the young master puppy older seems to have been startled by Ron's presence because he didn't notice him entering the room because of his silent footsteps, his small body trembled, his big reddened eyes filled with tears as he sobbed softly starting to cry.

Ron thought it was cute and amusing the way that the young master older puppy was startled and cried so easily, he was going to pick him up but realized that he had grabbed his younger brother, who was sleeping but now woke up, who started crying too only louder

Ron watched with an arched eyebrow as the young master youngest puppy slowly calmed down and noticed his presence in the room, upon realizing that it was because of Ron that his older brother was crying, the young younger puppy master gave a piercing look trying to be fierce to expel his presence from the room while still crying and frowning.

Ron swallowed another laugh at the sight of the young master youngest puppy master trying to be ferocious, but in Ron's vision he looked like a skittish little dog who trembled and cried in fear but tried to protect another puppy.

It was lovely.

It took a while for Ron to soothe the two identical red-haired babies, after calming them down, Ron fed the young master youngest puppy first with a bottle, he took it all while Ron patted him gently on the back after he finished.

Ron put the young master youngest puppy back in the expensive crib, which was now playing with a stuffed animal of a horse while babbling a baby, Ron then picked up the young older puppy master who was still trembling scared but no longer crying, and fed him a bottle.

But Ron frowned worriedly when the young  master older puppy  took only half the bottle. he looked at the younger puppy who was playing without a care, and carried the older puppy out of the room who began to sleep in Ron's arms.

Ron was worried so he went to the Count's office, the young master puppy ate very little and was very sleepy and spent most of the afternoon sleeping,

he knocked on the office door while carrying the young master older puppy  who was sleeping peacefully, but Ron noticed his little face start to turn red and hot, he was starting to get a fever

"come in" was heard and Ron opened the door immediately, not bowing as he entered because he was carrying the baby in his arms

"Your Grace, forgive me for the lack of etiquette, but there is something wrong with Young Master Ambrose."  Deruth looked away from the paperwork and looked worriedly at the little red-haired baby in Ron's arms who slept, who despite being the older is smaller and lighter than his younger brother

"What's wrong?"

"I went to wake up Young Master Cale and Young Master Ambrose as usual and feed them, but the young Master only took half of his bottle and went back to sleep even though he slept most of the afternoon, and now he has a fever."

"And how's Cale?" Deruth asked worriedly, getting up and caressing the little face of his eldest son who had a fever, red face and sounded slightly, Deruth was distressed for his son

"Young Master Cale is fine, he's taken the whole bottle and now he's playing with his horse plush"

"Send for the doctors to examine Ambrose urgently" Deruth immediately sent as he took Ambrose on his lap carefully running his hand over the baby's sweaty forehead taking out the red strands that were sticking together, he breathed a sigh of relief that Cale was fine but was worried about Ambrose.Ron left immediately after receiving the order, he was also worried about the young master puppy older.

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Chapter 03-

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The sun goddess, dressed in a white robe that looked like light itself, walked with silent steps through the marble corridor of her kingdom. The son of the God of Death, the reincarnated angel, was in his arms, fragile and small. The baby's black wings were shaking, and his reddish eyes were closed while he was unconscious. The scars are a horrible sight of the baby angel's body.

"I thought about how long it would take you to bring your child into your domain," said the Sun Goddess, her voice echoing through the walls. "you brought him back here the day after his reincarnation. It seems that his paternal instincts are appearing God of Death."

The god of death coughed, a weak cough that caused the sun goddess to arch an eyebrow and place the baby against her breast. "He is strong," murmured the god. "Your power is immense, but your body is not up to par." One that he could die was heard, though not spoken out loud.

The sun goddess nodded. She knew that the baby had the potential to be more powerful than any other divine being. But he also knew that if he left him in Roan now, the angel's fragile body would not hold out for long.

"He needs healing," said the Sun Goddess. "We need to strengthen it."

The God of death looks at the Sun Goddess with animate and somewhat relieved eyes. "Can you do that?"

The sun goddess smiled, a bright and empty smile. "I can cure him. But I can only resolve the question of divine power. As for the magical power, I can't do much. I can give a blessing that speeds up the adaptation process, but it's the most I can do."

It opened on an altar, where a white flame burned. He carefully placed the baby in the center of the circle of fire. The flame threw the angel, and the sun goddess began to sing ancient words to heal the baby.

The baby trembled, his wings stretching. The fever that afflicts him is gone, and his pain has subsided. His plaque was strengthened with the blessing of the Sun Goddess.

"He will survive," said the sun goddess. "And when it grows up, it will be a force to be reckoned with."

The god of death knew he had made the right choice by seeing the sun god's smile and seeing his son relax a little.

"Ah, can you heal his scars?"

"Uh? I'll do my best. By the way, how is your wife? Does she still blame you for what happened?"

The god of death scratched his sweaty, embarrassed cheek.

"She threatened to tear down my temples with an earthquake if I did not guarantee that our King would have a happy life."

"Ehhh, nature can be scary sometimes, I hope Rokso didn't inherit her personality."

"I actually have a feeling that he would do more than destroy my temples..." The god of death felt a shiver in his spine. The wind is strong today...

Rokso felt dizzy when he woke up, he felt the soft and comfortable sheets covering him as he lay in his crib.

He could have considered it all a dream, but he recognized the location.

He thought about looking around, but he was too lazy, so instead he stared at the ceiling being lazy.

He heard the sound of someone knocking on the door and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

It's the same old creepy as before.

Rokso was confused as to why he knocked on the door when there were only two babies who couldn't talk yet in the room.

But soon Rokso realized that he did this to announce his presence and not scare Rokso again if he is awake.

Rokso was embarrassed (and mortified) when he remembered crying because of the scare. Damn this baby body with no emotional control!

“Young master Ambrose? oh you are awake. This Ron is happy to see you better. You had a really high fever” Ron spoke to himself without waiting for Ambrose to respond for obvious reasons. wait…what? Ron…? Like Ron Molan in The Birth of Hero….? The murder butler who has a son who is a torturer..?!??!

Rokso froze and shivered in fear upon seeing this cruel old man's benign smile.

“R-Bony…” Rokso unconsciously says his name out loud, but it is mispronounced by the baby’s babbling.

Ron freezes and his smile freezes. Did the young master older puppy  just speak his first word? and was his name?

Rokso didn't know what to think, he was in The Birth Of Hero, he was a baby, he was part of the Henituse family since Ron called him young master, Rokso has red hair in this life, he would have thought he had become Cale if he didn't have an equally red-haired baby sleeping next to him.

The novel never mentioned that Cale had a twin brother or that Count Deruth had more than one child with his first wife.

If the baby sleeping next to him in the crib was Cale, who exactly was he? Ron called him Ambrose, but there was no Ambrose Henituse. 

Rokso frowned, confused. In his original body he could scare someone when he frowns, but in his current baby body, chubby and soft, he looked adorable grumpy.

Without his knowledge, Rokso caused a huge misunderstanding and eternal jealousy in Deruth.

Seeing the baby in a bad mood, Ron thought Ambrose was like that because he froze when he called Ron's name. Which warmed this scary old man's heart.

After that day, Deruth knew the true meaning of being jealous when his only omega son prefers the cruel butler over him...

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Chapter 4

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  The adventures of Bony and the older Puppy- part 1

 

It's been a while since Rokso discovered that he was inside a novel.

He reincarnated as Ambrose Caelum Henituse, the older brother and twin of Cale Henituse. Cale was nothing more and nothing less than a minor villain who was beaten by the protagonist.

An arrogant nobleman who has a reputation as trash.

Rokso, no, now it's Ambrose, he's glad he didn't get reincarnated as Cale, he doesn't want to be beaten by the protagonist, he hates to feel pain, thanks

However, the fact is that there is no character named Ambrose in the novel, nor is it even mentioned that Cale has a twin brother! 

Ambrose accepted this easily. Usually in reincarnation novels the MC is panicked for having reincarnated in a novel or confused for being a character that doesn't even exist

but Ambrose thinks it's better to be a character who doesn't exist than one who exists, he doesn't have to worry about acting outside the 'script' - acting in a way that the original character wouldn't act - , his actions - in case the original character has done something wrong, and he has to solve it even though it wasn't 'him' -, or if his presence affects the protagonist - if he were a character that exists - for example, Rosalyn or Lock, and even Cale - it may end up affecting the protagonist, but if he is a character that does not exist, he theoretically will not affect the protagonist because he will not need to know him in the first place

but that's a story for another day, Ambrose has a lot of trouble these days

First, being a baby when you're the mental age of a thirty-eight-year-old grown man was quite humiliating. He has no motor coordination, has to wear a diaper and drink from a bottle. And he has no control over his emotions

second, Ambrose's health sucked and he had a weak and small body

he looked more like a premature baby than Cale's older brother, who was all chubby, fluffy and healthy

He was easily ill and spent most of his childhood as a bedridden baby with a fever. the doctors even had a room next to Ambrose and Cale's to make it easier to treat him

despite being sick almost all the time, the people of the county couldn't separate Cale from Ambrose, Cale kept clinging to Ambrose and wouldn't let go for anything and even cried and refused to eat when Ron managed to take Ambrose away from Cale

Eventually, they gave up and left the twins together.

As Ambrose grew older, his health improved somewhat, and he was finally allowed to go outside to play with Cale.

Ambrose even liked Cale, he was an adorable baby who was glued, he was a baby who accompanied him on his naps and was calm and hardly cried.

But Cale grew up to be a super energetic ordinary child and no longer accompanied Ambrose on his naps
 
When Ambrose was healthy enough to be able to play outside, Cale was so healthy.
 excited who basically begged our beautiful mom Jour to let him and ambrose play outside

Jour was a woman with strange tastes.

Why did she insist so much on making him wear a dress full of flowery ruffles..?

the appearance of the dress doesn't matter to Ambrose, in the first place why does he have to wear a dress?!

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Chapter 4.5

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As aventuras de Bony e o Cachorrinho mais velho - Part 2

Ambrose frowned grumpily as he looked at himself in the mirror observing his appearance after the servants dressed him. His hair is a vibrant red, falling in soft waves that frame his delicate face - The servants even tried to cut Ambrose's hair, but his hair grew so fast that they thankfully gave up cutting it.-, his hair is currently parted and impeccably combed into two low ponytails while he wore a pink beret with a bow. 

The strands of his hair shimmer in the light, looking almost flaming, giving him an ethereal and magical appearance. His eyes are a reddish-brown tone, resembling the color of red wine. They are large and expressive, always shining with a hint of mischief, despite having expressionless faces. When the light hits his eyes, they seem to shimmer like rubies, adding a touch of mystery to his gaze.

 His skin is pale white, almost translucent, like fine porcelain.This paleness further accentuates the vibrant color of her hair and eyes, creating a charming contrast. Its skin is soft to the touch, without imperfections, giving it a fragile and delicate appearance. Because of his fragile health, his skin appears to be whiter than normal.

In the eyes of the servants, Jour and Cale, he has a fragile and cute, almost divine appearance. His presence is angelic, with an aura of innocence and purity that captivates everyone around him. Its movements are graceful and light, as if it were floating.

Ambrose was wearing a dress that Jour had made specifically for him. It was a version of the dress his mother wore at his age. The difference was the color and it was modified to stay in current fashion, and made of a very high quality, so as not to bother Ambrose's skin.

The dress features a white base with a long skirt that goes just above the ankles. The skirt appears to have multiple layers, with the top layer being transparent and adorned with floral lace detailing at the hem. The bodice of the dress is tight, with what appears to be gathered or pleated fabric at the front, giving it texture and depth.  Above the dress, Ambrose wears an ornate pink overcoat with gold accents, reminiscent of traditional filigree work, The coat has wide, downturned lapels, and is fastened at the neck with a brooch or buckle. The sleeves are puffy and fitted at the wrists.

In short, everything screamed: DEAR.

Ambrose looked at the clothing Cale wore and decided that the difference in treatment was very unfair.

The outfit Cale wore consists of a dark green blazer with gold accents and buttons over a white shirt with a red ribbon tie at the collar.

 Cale is wearing dark blue shorts that reach mid-thigh, complemented by white knee-high socks and brown shoes. In addition, there is a beret of the same color dark green with gold details on the head, which Cale refused to wear because he said it was a nuisance. 

Cale was identical to Ambrose, only his hair is shorter, he is more energetic and healthier looking.

 while Ambrose has longer hair, thinner features, a pale skin giving a sicker and more fragile appearance.

Simply put, Cale's aura screamed: brave and fearless. as Ambrose's aura screamed: princess daddy's girl

don't get Ambrose wrong, he thinks he's too handsome, it was just too feminine and angelic for him to like.

Ambrose's eyebrow trembled as he smiled in annoyance and frustration, for despite the complaints he made, Jour, Cale, and Ron simply ignored his protests and talked to each other about buying more dresses for Ambrose, as if they had decided on outfits for a doll or a model going to a fashion show.

Ambrose sighed and kept his complaints.It's just a dress after all, if it makes them happy Ambrose can bear, it's not like he cares what other people might say.
 
Jour had been in poor health since the day she gave birth, so she was just packing up the twins and they were going to walk around the territory with Ron. As Ambrose has spent most of his 4 years of life sick, it is the first time he has the ability to leave the room, so to celebrate Jour asked Ron to take Ambrose and Cale for a walk around the territory and go shopping, since it is the first time Ambrose has left the house so he does not know the territory.And there was also a kind of festival - which Ambrose didn't mind paying attention to because he didn't care about festivals and was only going because of Cale - so there's going to be a lot of interesting stuff in the square.

Cale was very excited to go to the festival and play with other children. But Ambrose was obviously displeased.

"But Ambrose dear, you look so beautiful wearing a dress, and you're matching mommy and Dongsaeng. Isn't that right, Cale?"

Jour smiled brightly and spoke when he saw Ambrose's accusing eyes, but it was the same smile Ambrose gave when he was going to deceive someone.

And the poor, innocent Cale fell into his mother's trap, and nodded deeply.

Jour knew that Ambrose spoiled his Dongsaeng very much and that he would do anything for him. And tactically she used it to convince Ambrose to wear the damn dress.

It was a crime for Ambrose to have dresses that fit him perfectly and not wear them.

"uhum, mommy is right Hyung, you look beautiful in a dress!"

Cale nodded as seriously as he could with his chubby childish face.

He looked like an excited puppy wagging his tail.

Ambrose sighed and gave up, he was going to wear the dress anyway.

On the quiet afternoon in Henituse territory, the twin brothers, Ambrose and Cale, were preparing to leave. Cale, always lively and protective, was excited about the idea of touring town and attending the festival for the first time with his older brother, but the excitement didn't stop little Cale from asking all the time if 'Ambrose was okay, if he needs to take a break, if he needs water or something to eat,   if he is out of breath', Cale always felt bad about being able to go out and play when his beloved brother was bedridden, so he's quite happy to be able to hang out with Ambrose today, and quite worried about his health.

Ambrose, on the other hand, preferred to stay at home, sleeping, eating, staring at nothing, or reading.

"Come on, Rose! The festival only takes place once a year. And I promised I'd buy you a special gift, to commemorate your first visit to the territory," Cale said, gently pulling his brother by the hand.

Ambrose sighed, both for the boy's obvious excitement, and for the nickname he insists on calling him by him, but even so he gave in to his brother's enthusiasm. "Okay, bulkkot."

The two walked through the busy streets of the territory accompanied by Ron and some knights, who kept a certain distance and were silent so as not to disturb the twins' fraternal moment. 

The stalls were filled with colorful goods, and the aroma of fresh food filled the air. Cale and Ron kept a watchful eye on Ambrose, always concerned for his safety.

"Look, Rose! That tent has the most beautiful necklaces I've ever seen," Cale said, pointing to a tent adorned with shiny jewelry, hair clips, rings, bracelets and more. Cale's eyes lit up thinking about how some of these accessories would look on Ambrose and his mother. 

Ambrose came closer, and looked vaguely at the pieces, his gaze paused a little more on one of the pieces. "They're really beautiful, bulkkot." he replied vaguely, looking away from the necklace. the necklace Ambrose was looking at was a ruby necklace that is carved in the shape of a rose.

Ambrose wasn't looking just because the necklace was beautiful, but because the necklace reminded him of the necklace that his companions gave him as a wedding ring, the difference being that it was a red jade since obviously you couldn't buy an emerald necklace especially in the detailed shape of a rose. As they lived in an apocalypse there was no way to buy a ring because there was a great risk of losing it during the missions, so the two saved money to buy a necklace for it. The two said that Jade reminded him of his red eyes.

the memory was affectionately painful, Ambrose still had a little trouble getting over the past, but he was getting over it with time and knew that the two of them would fight him if he got stuck in the past because of them. then Ambrose took a deep breath in his mind and looked away from the blessed necklace.

Ambrose didn't notice that Cale misunderstood his gaze and bought the ruby necklace when he wasn't looking.

As they explored the tents, Ambrose began to get tired of walking for a long time, so they went to a bench and Cale worriedly asked him to sit down while he went with Ron to buy water and something to eat, and Ambrose was to sit there with some knights.

as Ambrose closed his eyes to take a nap while Cale and Ron didn't return, the sky began to darken and raindrops began to fall. Then Ambrose got up, and went after Ron and Cale to return home, as the festival was ruined by the rain. Upon finding Cale and Ron, Cale held Ambrose's hand tightly and covered him with his coat to protect him from the rain.

"Let's take shelter," Ron suggested, seeing the rain getting worse and it was dangerous for the twins who were still children with weak immune systems to be exposed to the rain for a long time, especially Ambrose.

But before they could find a safe place, the crowd stirred with the sudden rain that grew heavier and heavier.

Ron held Cale's hand that was closer so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd while Cale held Ambrose's hand. But the crowd was agitated and Cale ended up letting go of Ambrose's hand who slipped in a puddle of water and lost his balance, but fortunately, not enough to fall, or else he would be trampled by the crowd.

Ambrose tries to get to Cale but the crowd was too large, Cale broke free of Ron and tried desperately to reach Ambrose but couldn't and before he himself lost Ron, a sturdy knight managed to get to him and held him before Cale could advance further to Ambrose.

"NO!. LET ME GO!. ROSE! ROSE!. HYUNG!!" Cale screamed desperately trying to free himself from the knight's arms and try to get to Ambrose, but the knight didn't listen to a little boy.

Ron also tried to get to Ambrose, but to his dismay the crowd was too large and difficult to get through.

Ambrose was trying to get to them too, but the rain was blurring his vision and it was getting hard to breathe and the clothes next to Cale's coat were getting heavy from being wet.

and then, in the chaos, Ambrose lost sight of. Cale, even more desperate with Ron, tried to look for Ambrose with his eyes, but there were too many people and the rain made it difficult to see. And Cale began to cry desperately.

Ambrose, now alone and soaking wet, shivered with cold as she tried to look for Ron or a shelter. his beret had ended up flying off because of the strong wind, and now quite cold and wet, Ambrose's only console was Cale's coat lent him. 

Ambrose was having trouble seeing because of the heavy rain that bothered his eyes and ended up bumping into someone, unintentionally.

"I'm sorry..." Ambrose's soft low voice, which trembled with cold, sounded almost muffled by the rain. But Ambrose tensed when he bumped into a stranger and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the horrible smell the man gave off, the redhead blinked trying to see straight and became paler than she already was when she saw that the man was not alone, and he looked unacoutable just like the smell.

"Look at what we have here, a lost young noblewoman," said one of the bandits, with a sly smile.

Ambrose unhesitatingly tried to flee, but the bandits surrounded him.With courage, he took a piece of wood that was brought there by the rain and hit the wood on the shin of one of the bandits making him fall to the ground moaning in pain and Ambrose ran quickly fleeing towards the bandit who was kicked, but in the escape with the bandits running after him, he stumbled and fell,  hurting the knee and ankle.Even wounded, he stood up gritting his teeth in anger and pain and kept running before the bandits caught up with him, until he found a safe place to hide.

He was not bothered by the wound in the loss that hurt so much that it made his body that was still a child cry and sob.  In the apocalypse it is normal to get hurt and at times we have to continue even if it hurts, so that we could live.

So even though it hurt, to live, Ambrose didn't stop running until he dodged the bandits, and hid in a narrow alley that only children or animals can pass through.

Ambrose tries to calm his panting and heart that ached from all the stress and physical exertion he wasn't used to. He sat on the floor of that alley and curling up like a bubble he hugged his own body to try to stay warm.

Tears rolled because of the pain in his leg, which Ambrose suspects broke, the tears flowed uncontrollably by Ambrose is in the body of a child, if it was in his previous body he would just clench his teeth in annoyance and anger that he is in pain, but he would never cry.

He has never cried before.

But now he was alone in a narrow, damp, dirty, water-soaked alley, while it rained and his leg possibly broke, and he was cold and crying in pain

Fuck, he hated to feel pain.

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Chapter 05

As aventuras de Bony e o Cachorrinho mais velho - Part 3

Ambrose was still in the narrow alley when he woke up, he hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep if it weren't for the noise of his rumbling belly.

He was hungry, after all this rushing, rain and the crowd of agitated people, Ambrose realized that he hasn't eaten yet, as it started to rain when Cale and Ron went to buy something to eat.

Ambrose looked up at the sky as he still hugged her legs, which were shivering from the cold of the storm she was having, her socks soaked along with her dress already ruined by dirt and rainwater, and was a little torn by the fall. His beret had disappeared due to the strong wind. He looked pitiful.

It was night.

With this storm and being at night, it was impossible for anyone to look for him at that moment. The searches would only take place in the morning or in the worst case, only when the rain stops.

A loud sound of thunder indicates to Ambrose that the rain will take a long time to stop.

Ambrose sighs in frustration and tries to get up with his hands shaking as he tries to bear his own weight and the cold.

He has to look for something to eat, otherwise he could faint because of hypoglycemia.

He could barely hold back now after all this physical exertion.

He needs to eat something, even if it's something from the garbage or spoiled.

After walking for a while through the alleys rummaging through garbage near some stores he saw, still being careful not to run into some thugs, Ambrose sighs as he can't find anything that's edible enough for him to eat.

He gives up and sits down again on the dirty floor, thinking about how long he would hold out having this weak body until someone finds him. If it were in his old body, Ambrose could endure for quite a long time.

But in this body that lived most of its childhood sick and without any physical training (it's not like it would train if the body was healthy...), he is not sure he can last long without eating, soaked and bruised.

Ambrose was almost closing his eyes, slowly fainting from physical exhaustion. But he heard a noise and forced himself to open his eyes.

In the alley, in front of him, was a small bird that seemed to be still a chick, it had black feathers, a black beak and black eyes that stared at it with innocent curiosity. 

It was a baby crow.

The raven pushed an apple in Ambrose's direction, indicating that he was to eat.

It was dirty from the dust, but it wasn't spoiled.

Ambrose looked curiously at the little crow, he blinked twice before deciding to pick up the apple.

He wiped the apple on the dress before eating.

He was grateful for the little crow, and ignored this whole strange situation.

There were many stories about crows. 

Some were legends where the raven was a mischievous god.

Others were that the raven was originally white, but turned black by a curse from Apollo

Eating the apple while using the record a bit to entertain himself, Ambrose blinked in confusion when something strange happened.

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Note from the author:

So, I've gone a long time without posting, because it was as if all the ideas about this fanfic just vanished from my mind.

I reread the whole story and my notes, but I simply can't write a single chapter. I have no idea how I wanted to finish this story.

I made a lot of notes about this story, but I forgot to make a summary to plan each chapter. In other words, I know how it starts, but I have no idea how to do the middle and the end.

Although I'm lazy, I'm also, ironically, a perfectionist. So I can write a chapter if I don't have a complete plan.

However, out of respect and appreciation to everyone who has read and commented on this fanfic, I won't give up on it, but the story may end up going in a totally different direction to the original. So I ask for patience and understanding.

I humbly apologize for the disappearance and for all the confusion. As a reader, I understand the sadness of seeing an author give up on a story that I liked.

But that's it in a nutshell. I'm going to rewrite the story, but I'll do my best to keep at least some of the original idea.

Which I can guarantee will be maintained in the new version of the story:

• There will still be Omegaverse, but the focus won't be on that.

 

• Kim Rok Soo/Everyone - KRS could end with just one person or two people, or simply have a harem at the end. I haven't decided yet, but although there will be romance, the focus won't be exactly on that, I think... So there's a chance that KRS will end alone too. But I don't have anything planned for the ending yet.

 

• Cale Henituse Original/ Rosalyn - For now, I don't know if I'll keep the idea of Cale and KRS as siblings, but if I do, I'll make Cale and Rosalyn a couple or Cale will be alone. However, it's more likely that he'll end up with Rosalyn anyway.

 

• Tragedy warning - I don't really want to make a sad piece, but I have a natural talent for writing tragedies, so I may or may not make it a bit..."dramatic", so to speak...

 

• Inspiration - I watched Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken/That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, and it just became my new hyperfocus at the moment, so I may end up doing something inspired by the anime, or simply a crossover. But I don't have anything definite. I also really liked Subaru's 'return through death' from Re:zero, so I may end up adopting that idea. But again, nothing definite.

 

• System - I intend to keep the system, but as it's a bit complicated to describe a talking system, I might not end up putting it in. But if I do the story inspired by That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, it's inevitable that I'll use the system.

 

• "Mother Nature"! Personification of nature/God of death - I really liked this idea so I'll do my best to keep it, I thought it was cool that KRS was literally the son of nature and death.

 

• OP! KRS - I like appealing characters, especially since I'll be making KRS an omega, I like omegas who know how to protect themselves and aren't completely dependent on their love partner, or slaves to their own gender. But I have nothing against slightly feminine Omegas, since I love androgenic beauties.

 

• Warning about the author's "bipolarity" - It's unlikely, but there's a risk that all this could simply be an outburst on my part, and tomorrow I'll post a new chapter without changing anything, or I'll just give up on this story altogether... Again, unlikely, but I'd better warn you.

But anyway, that was all my warning. Again, I apologize for the disappearance and the confusion. I really didn't want to change the story, but I didn't really like where it was going, or rather, I completely forgot where it was going----

So I genuinely apologize for everything.

I posted the story for fun, so I was pleasantly surprised that so many people liked it.

Thanks for all the support from everyone who read and commented on this fanfic.

Note: I learned that there is an author's curse on ao3, I really hope I didn't catch it.