Summary
On the day I was prepared to leave this world, my six-year-old son blocked the Space-time Tunnel.
In the distance, my husband looked composed, seemingly certain that I would stay for the sake of the child.
The System’s voice echoed in my mind, trying to persuade me: [I know you’ve suffered a lot in this world, but you are a mother, after all. Are you really so cold-blooded that you’d watch your son grow up without a mother?]
I let out a cold laugh and raised my sword. “You know me. I won’t let a child stand in the way of my journey home.”