Damn it! Damn it!
The young man clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes shut.
Everything he wanted to protect, everything he wanted to have—this time, there was truly no way to undo it!
He would never see those he wanted to protect, those he wanted to have, again.
After finally obtaining everything he had struggled so hard for, he had truly lost it all! The more he suppressed the pain of not wanting to lose them, the clearer all those warm and happy memories from after his transmigration became.
And the clearer those beautiful memories became, the crueler the reality before him seemed. The cruelty of reality and the beauty of those memories were like two grindstones, crushing his reason.
Hirohiko, Yukina, Kushina... All those warm memories after his transmigration, all those hands extended toward him, were still vivid in his mind. The warmth in those hands still lingered in his heart, and he could seemingly still feel that tremendous warmth that had dragged him out of the icy whirlpool of indifference and isolation.
The clearer each warm memory became, the deeper those beautiful feelings and his longing for the friends and companions who had reached out to him grew. And the despairing agony of knowing that longing could never be fulfilled became ever more intense.
He desperately clenched his fists, wanting to use pain to lessen the despair and agony rising from the depths of his heart. But he could feel nothing. His nails dug into his palms, yet he felt no pain.
He wanted to walk, to run. In his mind, he wanted to flee from the despair and pain in his heart through running. Yet he found that his body seemed unwilling to obey him, utterly motionless.
He could not run away now. He could not feel