Digitize: Rebirth of the Silver Death God

As the battle in the ring came to its end, Avollo looked at Nero, who stood behind him in silence as he wiped the blood from the slight wound from the side of his face.

Nero, who was standing, fell backward as his entire body had countless cut marks that spewed out a few gushes of blood.

Swish! With a quick movement, Avollo arrived at his side and used one arm to help him up; as such, Nero managed to stand upright while leaning on Avollo's shoulder.

As this happened, the Battle Ring's mechanical voice sounded, "Match over; victory goes to the Grass-Root Sword Child!"

Following those words, the mist faded from the ring revealing it to those on the outside, when the others looked above, they didn't show any signs of shock as they had long expected such results.

Key individuals such as Red Rain and a few other curious eyes had long since left towards various areas, each heading off to handle their objectives.

While they walked down from the arena and left the crowded scene, the two remained silent for a while before Nero sucked up the pain he felt as he glanced at him and asked, "I'm pathetic, aren't I...?"

Avollo looked him right in the eye and spoke with a teasing smirk, "Yup, you most certainly are... huhu,"

As Nero heard those words, he gritted his teeth before sighing, he no longer felt anger but rather a bit at ease as he started to laugh as well.

Nevertheless, his condition wasn't good, the moment his laughter reached a particular scale, he closed one eye and cried out in pain, "Ouch! You damn bully, you didn't need to use such strength, look at my wounds!"

As Avollo heard Nero's complaints, he nodded while speaking, "Good, since you can curse like that, it means you're feeling much better, now quit acting like a little bitch, the pain will fade pretty quickly."

"Psssh," Nero uttered while rolling his eyes and held his belly as he gulped down a potion.

A few moments later, his wounds vanished as the duo soon arrived at a resting area. They sat down in a simple wooden bench and leaned against its backrest, gazing at the passing crowds of humans and different races who prepared for a full day's worth of activities.

Nero was a bit lost; his eyes wandered from place to place before fixing onto the open skies, Avollo, who now wore a straw hat over his head glanced at him with his arms and legs crossed before speaking, "So, speak up, how are you feeling after that incident?"

Nero frowned at this as he replied, "So you did know, after all, spying on someone's personal life isn't a good way to make friends, you know."

Avollo chuckled as he replied, "Tsk, like I give a shit, hurry and speak up."

Nero shook his head and stared at the distance before calming himself down and spoke, "I don't know how to feel, I don't know if there's even a point continuing, I only entered this dark world to save her, but now... now I'm not so sure anything can be done. I can't save her, nor can I figure out the names of her enemies, all of which have come down to one key factor, strength. I lack the power to venture to unknown lands to find any cure, and I lack the power to kill her adversaries even if I do learn their identity, so tell me, how do you think I feel?"

As Nero said this, he turned his sights onto Avollo, who sat in a relaxed manner as if sleeping.

Avollo thought for a moment before he shrugged and replied, "Weeelll you must feel like shit, I don't know what I'd do in that situation,"

Nero hearing this felt a wave of anger boiled within him; he was about to lash out. However, Avollo used one finger to lift his hat, revealing his eyes that had a serious look as he spoke again, "I don't know what to do in that situation for a few simple reasons one. I had lost my mother since young, and ever since my father remarried, things were different. Two, I have learned how to move on, things in life will never go the way you wish it, as such, you must always strive to adapt and accept the way things are, only by moving forward will you find the road to progress. Third, even if I'm weak and cannot change most things, I still know that I will eventually reach a level where I can find new answers so long as I strive to improve myself continually. In essence, what matters it's not the variety of trails that you will experience in life, but rather what you do to face and overcome them."

When Nero heard Avollo's words, his eyes widened in shock; he didn't hed hear such profound words from this such a simple going fellow.

Avollo stared at him with a smirk before he rose to his feet and stretched as he spoke, "Nero, your life is what you make it, and nothing in the end is an impossible feat, but sometimes, a man must learn how to let go to strive for even greater feats..."

With those words resounding in Nero's ears, Avollo left towards the distance as he went on his way to handle his daily quests and objectives. He didn't say goodbye or see you later; such words weren't necessary.

Nero ruminated those words as he closed his eyes while thinking, 'He's right, so what if I am to lose my mother? Life and death are synonymous things, everyone should be ready to accept or face death at some point, and only through death can there be new life. Even after my mother dies, I don't need to despair because her memory will exist within me; if I do grow strong enough one day, stronger than I can imagine, then all answers can still be discovered from that so-called Treasure of Wishes.'

After finishing his thoughts, Nero's eyes opened, and his look was different from when he was wallowing in his grief.

He now carried an air of confidence as he gripped his fist tightly determined to rise to the very summits at this world, no matter the cost, he would overcome all obstacles every step of the way.

As if he sensed his change, Adult Nero nodded in satisfaction as he pondered, 'Hmph! He figured this out much earlier than I did, by the time I had awoken I had already embarked on a path that had no turnback's, I wonder... just how much will his change affect the current timeline?'

When Adult Nero pondered to here, he looked at Nero carefully. Still, as he saw his bright and spirited appearance, he couldn't help but show a gentle smile as he concluded, 'It doesn't matter, even if there's an unexpected change, I'll be here to handle it, at the very least I can aid him until that time comes...'

At this time, Adult Nero was still in his thoughts, Nero, who hadn't heard from him in a while, finally decided to speak, 'Hey, old bastard, are you going to keep ignoring me? What are my training plans for today?'

Adult Nero chuckled at this; he was naturally the one who was ignored. Still, he decided not to say anything; he replied, "Good, you achieved Stage 6 on all your Combat Techniques yesterday, today we will have a very special goal, you need to rank up by one more level or increase your skills to Stage 7 so we can do your first major quest."

Nero was a bit curious as he asked, "Eh? What kind of quest?"

Adult Nero stared into the distance as he spoke once more, "A Dungeon Quest..."

As if the world sensed his words, the air grew heavier as the harsh wind blew, Nero gulped at those words, before his breath became unsteady, he clenched his fists tightly as he replied with eagerness in his voice, 'I look forward to it...'

"Huhu... me too," Adult Nero said as the two then set forth from the city, venturing into the wild unknowns to begin another round of training.