“Your face is a mess, Yan.”
Yan Adamine, now possessed by the soul of a young man in his twenties, immediately shuddered when his eldest brother, Russell, wiped the crumbs of food clinging to his cheeks and chin.
‘Hey, can’t you just treat me like an adult?’
Two years had passed since the incident of ‘suddenly dying from coughing up blood, then being reborn inside my own imaginary novel,’ which had left him questioning his sanity. Throughout that time, Roele had discovered that living in the body of a two-year-old was incredibly difficult.
Even though he had entered his own creation, it had been almost a decade since he wrote it. Roele didn’t have that good a memory. He had even forgotten that the head of the Adamine family had died before learning that his wife was pregnant again.
Besides, remembering Hero of the Heavenly Emperor only made Roele even more traumatized.
“Russell, Yan. I’m heading out now.”
The most mature member of the Adamine family appeared. She still looked beautiful, with her long red hair. Her appearance was simple, with a red satin shawl wrapped around her shoulders—exactly like Roele’s imagination when he created the character Hue Adamine.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take good care of Yan.”
‘Huh, I’m already grown-up. I can take care of myself.’
After kissing both of her children on the cheeks—which made Roele shudder once again—Hue Adamine left with her basket. She had to buy groceries in the city and return the next day.
Little Yan Adamine finished his last bite, then climbed down from his chair with great difficulty. His legs were too short, like an elephant’s.
“Are you finished?”
He nodded with his round eyes in response to his older brother. Racking his brain for an excuse, Roele then narrowed his eyes slyly.
“Big brother, I…”
He faked a yawn.
“…am sleepy.”
Russell smiled and ruffled that blood-red hair. “All right. I’ll stay with you while you sleep.”
Roele shuddered and quickly shook his head. “I’m all grown-up.”
Russell grimaced as he watched his chubby little brother waddle away and disappear behind the door.
He had an incredible little brother. Yan had been able to walk on his short legs since he was six months old, and he had also picked up a wide vocabulary remarkably quickly. His way of thinking wasn’t like that of an ordinary two-year-old, either. Instead of showing intense excitement and expression, Yan often remained calm and indifferent toward the new things around him.
But that was what made him so special. Yan was practically a blessing in their lives. After the father they loved died in a battle between gifted, he and his mother had lived shackled by grief.
Meanwhile, the person being discussed was pushing a chair with his tiny hands. He had just locked his bedroom door with considerable effort.
After observing life inside his own novel for two years, Roele remembered its general outline. In Hero of the Heavenly Emperor, there were ordinary people and people with supernatural powers known as gifted.
Gifted were people who experienced the awakening of their spiritual points and then mastered basic elements such as wind, fire, water, and others. Rowen Adamine, the head of the Adamine family, was also a fire-element gifted. He had died in a war against demonic gifted. Roele remembered that very clearly because the demonic gifted was the main villain he had created in his novel.
It was an organization of gifted who considered themselves messengers of God, while ordinary people were nothing more than trash.
And in the world he had created, Roele refused to be a loser again.
He didn’t want to simply run away from his problems.
Here, Roele had a family he could protect and defend.