(13 years later)

Introduction:

Thirteen years have elapsed since the decisive victory over the black king. Since that momentous event, Rythmeus, Derek, Eve, and I have been traversing our own paths. In the wake of the black king's defeat, the Foundation has undertaken numerous benevolent endeavors, both within our reality and across countless other realms—an awe-inspiring feat indeed.

Now, mortals, gods, and goddesses coexist in a state of heightened tranquility and harmony—a testament to the profound impact of our triumph. It is truly remarkable.

As for myself, I have reached adulthood, now standing at the age of thirty-two—an age that carries an air of peculiarity for me, perhaps due to my father's untimely passing at the same age. Nevertheless, there is a certain intrigue to it, I suppose.

However, despite the defeat of the black king, I have always sensed a lingering enigma, an inexplicable feeling. It is as if there exists something beyond him, something potentially greater—an elusive truth awaiting discovery.

Chapter 65: Thirteen Years Later.

I strolled through the serene streets, basking in the warm sunlight. Humans and deities alike populated the thoroughfares, while shops and establishments stood as testament to the vitality of this realm.

Having reached adulthood, the sensation of assuming such a role felt unfamiliar, yet not entirely unwelcome. I continued my leisurely walk until a particular shop caught my attention. Hunger gnawed at me, and I yearned for a snack. Thus, I decided to step inside.

The moment I crossed the threshold, an array of delectable treats and culinary delights met my gaze—assorted snacks, beverages, and more. My craving, however, fixated on a specific delicacy named "Bamba," a delectable concoction of peanut butter-flavored puffed maize.

Its delectable taste had always brought me joy, and so, I began to explore the shop, leisurely perusing the aisles until my eyes locked onto the packaging bearing the familiar word "Bamba."

Myself: Ah, yes...

I gingerly lifted the bag of Bamba and proceeded to the cashier's counter. Standing before her, I couldn't help but notice her towering stature—a towering figure of approximately ten feet in height, with curves befitting a human of remarkable proportions.

Female Cashier: Is this all you require, merely this modest bag?

Myself: Yes, that will suffice.

I handed her the bag, and she diligently inspected its contents before setting it aside.

Female Cashier: That will be thirty cents, please.

Myself: Very well...

Retrieving a dollar bill from my pocket, I handed it to her.

Myself: Keep the change. It matters not to me.

Female Cashier: Very well. Have a pleasant day.

I retrieved the bag of Bamba, securing it in my grasp, and made my way towards the shop's exit. Stepping out into the open, I decided to head towards the nearby park. After a brief stroll, I arrived at my destination.

As I surveyed the surroundings, my eyes fell upon Derek, comfortably seated upon one of the benches.

Myself: ?...

Approaching him, I positioned myself nearby.

Myself: Greetings, Derek. What brings you here?

Derek turned towards me, his gaze meeting mine.

Derek: Liran? It has been quite some time. Come, join me and take a seat.

I maneuvered around the bench, positioning myself in front of it, and settled down beside Derek.

Myself: It truly has been a while. How have you been?

Derek: I've been keeping busy, engaging in various pursuits and endeavors.

Myself: And what about Rythmeus?

Derek: As you know, "he" is a remarkable deity. Rythmeus occasionally extends "his" aid to me and others, offering assistance when needed. It's quite appreciated.

Myself: I see. Anyway, would you like to try some Bamba?

I presented the bag of Bamba to Derek, holding it up for his perusal.

Derek: Sure, I've never tasted it before, but I'm open to giving it a try.

Myself: Alright...

Carefully, I unsealed the bag, allowing the aroma of peanut butter to waft through the air—a delightful scent.

Derek: Wow, that smells amazing. Let me have a taste.

Derek dipped his hand into the bag, retrieving a handful of the peanut butter-flavored puffed maize. After a moment, he began to savor the morsels.

Upon finishing, Derek seemed genuinely impressed by the flavors.

Derek: This is really good... Wow.

Myself: I'm glad you like it. They happen to be one of my favorite snacks.

I, too, reached into the bag, taking a handful of the puffed maize and indulging in its delicious taste.

Derek: So, Liran, tell me about your day. How has it been for you?

Myself: It has been quite pleasant. I've been taking the time to relax and appreciate the simple joys of life. It's been refreshing.

Derek: That's great to hear. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

After a few moments of conversation, we bid each other farewell with a warm embrace before parting ways.

Continuing on my path, I discarded the empty Bamba bag into a nearby trash bin, having finished it alongside Derek.

After a few more minutes of walking, I finally arrived at my home. Stepping inside, I made my way to the bathroom and stood before the mirror, observing my reflection.

Myself (thoughtfully): Hm, it seems I need to shave...

To be honest, I've never placed much importance on my hair. It holds little significance to me, and I find the idea of being bald rather appealing. With that in mind, I decided to proceed.

Grabbing some shaving cream, I generously applied it to my head, as well as to my mustache and beard. Without hesitation, I began the process of shaving, gradually removing the hair from my face and scalp.

After a few moments of shaving, my beard, mustache, and hair were completely removed, leaving me with a smooth, bald appearance.

Myself: Hehe... This feels better.

Following the shaving, I indulged in a refreshing shower. Emerging from the shower, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, satisfied with the transformation.

Myself: That's much better.

I swiftly dried myself off with a towel and proceeded to dress myself in suitable attire. Within a short span of time, I was fully dressed.

Making my way to the living room, I approached the inviting couch and settled down upon it, basking in its comfort.

Myself (thoughtfully): I'll take a moment to relax here.

I reclined on the couch, allowing myself to unwind and enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

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