My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2205

In the end, he made a pact with an old friend. When he reincarnated as a human, that friend would help his new self. His friend agreed despite the risks. As fate would have it, the reincarnation was successful, and he became Clint.

However, due to the direct reincarnation, some of his celestial power remained within him. It was because of his deep longing for familial love that he had manifested an older brother for himself—Declan was merely a figment of his imagination.

As for his childhood memories, they had been subtly altered by the Sun and Moon Sovereign's power. The love and care he received from his parents in reality were transformed into the brotherly affection from Declan in his altered memories.

"Do you understand now?" Clint asked as he looked at the younger version of himself. He pointed to his 'brother's' blurry figure and continued, "All of this was just our imagination. But I’m grateful because, through this, I genuinely felt the love of a family. And that’s enough for me."

Clint smiled with contentment. He had finally spoken the truth of the reality he had once refused to accept. As he did, his memories reverted to their original form. He remembered his father, mother, and sister—all of them who had been delighted by his birth.

His father’s eyes would always light up with joy when he looked at him, and his mother’s gentle, caring voice echoed in his mind. That afternoon was filled with nothing but warm, familiar chatter.

He took the younger Clint’s hand. "Let’s go."

In the darkness, a path slowly emerged, leading toward liberation.

Clint felt a sense of relief wash over him upon uncovering the truth, a discovery made while under the influence of Zirconia's powers. The cult leader had triggered deep-seated fears within Clint's memories, which, in a twist of fate, led him to fully recognize his true self. This realization brought him back to consciousness.

However, Clint then noticed that the younger version of himself was not moving. No matter how hard he tried to pull, the child remained rooted in place.

"We need to go," Clint urged.

"But I don't want to leave," the younger Clint said, gazing longingly at the fading shadow of his imaginary brother.

"Why?" Clint asked, puzzled.

He had already accepted the truth and even used that realization to understand his power over the black hole extradimensional space—a power that was a manifestation of his subjective consciousness.

Returning to the present, Clint looked at the light ahead, feeling reluctant to leave. There were so many things in this world that he still cherished.

"Dad, Mom, Sis, Delly, Rainey, Em..."