A new human civilization has developed over a thousand years since extinction.
The reason for the revival of humans is still unknown, but they now have a new essence, unlike the old humans—they are new and better ones.
A man sat inside a small room, talking to a boy whose eyes sparkled with curiosity:
"This world has two continents, and these two are very different from each other. One believes that knowledge and their technology is the best way—and the only thing they need to survive.
While the other relies on their unnatural powers, and they don't share where they get them or what their source truly is."
The man leaned closer to the boy and smiled.
"Then Dad! Which one would you choose to follow?"
The boy asked in a skeptical voice.
Seeing the boy's face waiting for an answer, he couldn't refuse or stay silent.
"Alright, but before I answer, you must sleep afterward—understood?"
He pinched the boy's cheek.
"Neither of these two is better. Each has its own strengths and flaws. But if I had to decide, I'd choose the one that would never seek more than what they already have."
He looked at the boy's face and raised his eyebrows, gesturing him to go to bed.
The child silently jumped onto the bed and said,
"Goodnight, Dad!"
He answered back,
"Goodnight too, kid—" then he murmured, "You brat… I'm not your father."
Yet even while denying it, his heart felt peace and joy.
The night was silent for him, and memories of the past flowed into his mind.
"Why?... Why can't I feel it anymore!"
A familiar voice he always heard—a voice with questions he wanted to answer—but…
He ignored it now, for reasons he couldn't explain.
The sun shone through the window with its yellowish light, birds sang in the trees, and a fresh breeze whistled through the old house, filled with the smell of rotting iron.
"Anon! Get your butt out of bed and clean yourself now!"
He shouted while chopping vegetables in their small wooden kitchen.
Anon heard his voice, but didn't listen.
He covered himself with the blanket to continue his slumber.
"Anon, you already know what will happen if you don't snap out of your dreaming, hear me?"
He warned him.
They had been living together since Anon was about two years old, and now he was ten.
They lived alone, with no neighbors or anyone else.
This place was surrounded by trees, birds, and land animals that sustained their everyday needs.
The only adult was Deuso—the name of the man who truly knew who Anon was.
Anon was not just a child; he was something else.
Deuso walked into Anon's room carrying something.
"Alright, here—I pour the fresh freezing holy water!"
He then poured it on Anon, causing him to shout and run outside the house, yelling back at Deuso:
"T-This will be the last time you do that to me! That was just luck for you today! Next time, no! Remember these words, D-Dad!"
The cold water made Anon's body shiver, worsened by the strong wind.
While he yelled, the only person he talked to and loved as a true father laughed, his voice booming in the quiet place.
"Ok, ok, I'll remember that. Now hurry up and get inside before the food is cooked!"
After Anon washed himself, questions swirled in his mind.
For years, he had never felt like this—a question that truly burned to be answered.
His heart pounded with a new feeling—a desire to know the truth.
He didn't hesitate. While they were eating, he asked Deuso:
"Umm, D-Dad?"
He asked carefully.
Deuso sensed the moment had finally come—the time to listen and answer, to let the child choose the path to follow.
"You may ask whatever you want, Anon.
I won't hide anything from you anymore."
He replied.
Anon smiled.
This was always his reaction whenever he sought something—a look of ambition that terrified Deuso, fearing it could lead him down the wrong path.
"Ok! Deuso… when will you stop pretending to be family with me?
And show me already?"
Anon's face still wore a smile—but it wasn't gentle. His smile froze Deuso in place.
Fear and terror darkened his vision as he heard Anon's words.
This was not what he had expected to hear.
The child he had almost treated as his own—
Was truly something else.
A being wearing the body of an innocent child.
Tears fell down his cheek.
His heart pounded hard.
He couldn't think straight.
All he could see was Anon's chilling smile and glowing yellow eyes staring at him.
He bowed his head and said quietly,
"In the first place… we are just two liars… who chose to enjoy a fake dream."