FVN Chapter 284: Trial 5
Chapter 284: Trial 5
chapter 284: trial 5
it's been a couple of weeks since i started visiting my mother again.
during the first few days, she was clearly taken aback by my actions, expecting my initial visit to be a one-time thing.
her guarded demeanor and skeptical glances made it obvious she thought i'd disappear as quickly as i came.
but as the days turned into weeks, our interactions shifted. slowly but surely, the two of us grew accustomed to each other's presence.
today was no different.
"hm? what's that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued as i walked in holding a box.
"a psv," i replied, setting it down on the table in front of her.
her eyes lit up with intrigue as she looked at the old gaming console. "well, ain't that quite the relic. didn't think you'd be interested in that kind of thing."
to be fair, i wasn't-not really.
but the same couldn't be said for her.
as i watched her inspect the console with sparkling eyes, her interest was evident.
for someone who constantly acted like she was above such things, she was surprisingly taken by the retro device.
"here," i said, handing her the box.
she eagerly took it, almost like a child receiving a new toy, and quickly set about connecting it to the monitor screen.
within minutes, she had the console up and running, her excitement bubbling over as she browsed through the games already installed.
"hoh? so you can play this here?"
i watched her start a game, her enthusiasm radiating from every movement and expression. if there was one thing i'd come to learn about my mother during these visits, it was that no matter how utterly terrible she was at gaming, she always seemed to enjoy herself.
her face would scrunch in concentration, her lips curling into a mix of smiles and smirks, and even her curses-inevitable after a poorly executed move-held a hint of amusement.
it was an odd sight, seeing someone who was otherwise so composed and calculating lose herself in something so simple and mundane.
yet, there was something strangely comforting about it, too.
perhaps, in some small way, gaming bridged the gap between us-a silent understanding formed over shared moments of play.
even if we were worlds apart in so many ways, these fleeting interactions felt... normal.
almost peaceful.
and for now, i didn't mind that at all.
one more thing to take note of is that ever since i started visiting her, there hadn't been a single restart. this only reinforced my theory that my mother was, in some way, tied to my trial.
it wasn't hard to see why.
there was something unresolved between us-something the system clearly wanted me to confront.
and if the standard clichés of the game were anything to go by, the trial was likely about correcting the mistakes of my past.
if that was true, then what was the objective here? was it as simple as not ignoring her this time? to mend the strained relationship i had so callously left in tatters before?
but knowing how these trials worked, i doubted it was that straightforward.
if the solution were as simple as spending time with her, it wouldn't be much of a test, would it?
no, there had to be something more-some deeper lesson or challenge hidden beneath the surface.
still, the trial was uncomfortable, to say the least. it tested my patience in ways i hadn't anticipated.
i'd never been close to my mother, and frankly, i'd never wanted to be.
the feelings i had for her weren't born from outright hatred but from a profound sense of apathy.
to me, she was just another figure from a past life-a life i had long since discarded.
a dead person i had completely forgotten, buried beneath the weight of more pressing concerns and regrets.
and yet, here she was, front and center in this trial.
would bring me closer to my goal.
december 23.
the date felt heavy in my mind. there was only a month left before mother's eventual death.
was that what this trial was leading to? was i supposed to sit idly by and watch her life slowly
fade, visiting her day after day until the end?
it seemed plausible.
a part of me—a small, stubborn part-hoped that wasn't the case.
...
"hey, how about we play this one next?"
her voice was weaker than before, but her tone still carried a playful edge.
it was january.
the days had grown colder, and so had the reality of the situation.
throughout this time, my mother had always put on a strong front, refusing to let her
condition define her.
but even the most resilient will eventually succumb to the inevitabilities of their own
mortality.
when i first started visiting her, she had been frail but still functional.
now, her body was nowhere near its previous state.
though she had started eating better and more regularly after my visits began, her
malnutrition and years of neglect couldn't be entirely undone.
her psychic abilities, which had likely extended her life far beyond what her failing body
could manage on its own, seemed to have finally reached their limits.
watching her now, i was reminded once again that, codex or not, she was still human at her
-core.
"what are you doing?" she asked as i approached her bedside.
"the doctor said you should eat this."
i held out an apple, or rather, a plate of thinly sliced pieces that i had carefully peeled and cut
to ensure they were easy for her to chew.
"doctor, eh-" she mused with a hint of sarcasm, her usual defiance shining through even in
her weakened state.
i knew she hated fruits-she had made that abundantly clear during the first week of my
visits. but after being "persuaded" to eat them every day, she had begrudgingly gotten into the habit, albeit with plenty of complaints.
still, she took a slice from the plate and ate it without further protest. it was a small victory.
i turned my attention to the screen, where she had pointed moments ago.
it displayed the title of the last game saved in her library.
[hero's legacy]
this was the game that had changed my life.
the game that had set everything in motion.
the game that... made me forget about her. "they say this is a romance game, just the right game for you no?"