Nuclear Warlock

Jeffery recently celebrated his 40th birthday. He lived alone in his apartment, devoted himself to science and research, rarely went out with his few friends, and spent most of his time in his office in the facility or his other office in his apartment.

His father was a chemistry professor, and his mother was a biologist. Since early childhood, he was raised in a strict environment.

His parents were busy most of the time, so he spent most of his time studying.

As for his social life, it particularly does not exist. He rarely went out with one of his few friends. He did not engage in any relationship, he once had a junior female researcher who was quite likable, she was also interested in him, she even showed some hits, but he brushed the whole thing off.

"I am sorry, now I am very busy with the project"

It is not like his social skills were lacking, it was quite the opposite, he was popular in the research facility, and he rose the ranks to reach the head of the facility not only with his knowledge but also with his interpersonal skills.

If not for that, then how come the whole research facility had come together to stand off in front of his dismissal order?

But he only had research on his mind, he could not see anything else, he spent all his time researching nuclear power, he was fascinated with it.

Now everything turned to nothingness, even dust was not left there.

"The only regret I had, is that I did not fish the Project Obsidian Sun even though I was close"

"I should not have spent all my life in the research, there is much more to life"

It was too late when he realized that he had already sunk deep.

"If there was next time, I -"

It was his last thought as everything became white, his consciousness faded into nothingness.

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"Artus"

"Artus!"

"Artus! get down here, it's time for breakfast"

"Are you still sleeping ?? get up already!"

A breeze of wind blew through the small window, gently touching the boy's face.

He slowly opened his black eyes and got up from the bed, he had black lustrous short hair and white pale skin.

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"It has been 7 years since I came to this world"

He got up and slowly went down the small old wooden stairs.

The child looked no older than 4 years old, he had a small stature with a slim body.

A light brown linen shirt with wide sleeves fastened with a simple fabric piece.

He wore simple pants which were somewhat loose, with a leather belt, reaching down to simple shoes made from animal hide.

Upon going down from his small attic, Jeffery, or as he is called now Artus went to the small kitchen.

It was a small kitchen with a stone floor, at the edge of the kitchen below a small window, laid down a fireplace made of what seemed to be a few pieces of brown brick, although its original color was now covered with black soot.

There were a few iron pots of several sizes, their rust-covered edges showed clearly the challenge of time.

Some cooking utensils, Baskets, and glass jars were placed on small wooden shelves. There were some dried herbs, a jar of flour, and some vegetables.

A lamp was hung from the ceiling.

At the center of the kitchen, there was a small round table, usually, there would be some bread and a bowl of porridge, but today something was different.

Artus sat down on one of the wooden chair-like boxes around the table.

In addition to the bread and the porridge, there was also a cup of milk and a small red fruit, the fruit was a cherry apple, it was a sweet fruit that was consumed as a delicacy by the nobles.

Although he was surprised, it was expensive, and they could not easily afford it, his attention was immediately drawn to the cup.

He looked at the wooden cup in front of him, he held it closer to his face, inhaling the sweet aroma, the hot steam touched his face gently.

 It was not just a normal milk, Artus could tell from its appearance and smell that it was unique, he only inhaled its steam and already felt his body relax.

 He was lost in thought; he slowly raised his gaze from the cup, meeting the gentle smile in front of him.

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He still remembers that after the nuclear explosion, everything turned white, he stayed in the white space for what seemed a long time, there in complete nothingness he could not even think, absent-minded in the nothingness.

Then slowly the whiteness started to fade into darkness, he started feeling heat around him, or more precisely warmth.

He felt a light touch occasionally on his body, he could even hear a very far-distant sound.

As the darkness in front of him faded into shades of a grayscale taking different shapes, steadily being tinted by faint colors, the sounds around him were getting clearer as if they were coming closer, the perception of touch on his small body could not be clearer.

He felt very tired, his awareness sank to darkness once again.

 He was able to keep his consciousness only for a short period before fading to a long slumber, yet every time he woke up that short period increased a bit.

Gradually the shapes and colors in front of him started to make distant objects, he could tell from their outlines coupled with the sound they made that they were the faces of people, the hands gently touching his body, patiently feeding him, everything felt so real.

"Where….am I?"

"There is no possibility that I can still be alive, I was at the center of the explosion beside the main core itself"

He thought to himself while the world faded into nothingness.

"Artus…. My baby I am sorry…don't worry…. It has been 1 year … yet you look like a 3-month-old infant …."

"Your father should return soon…. he will bring a potion from the apothecary"

"don't worry you will be able to live a normal life…"

They were the last words he heard as entered slumber again, they were of unfamiliar language, yet he was able to understand them.

He could vaguely feel Gentle drops of rain falling on his face, one of them entered his mouth, it was salty.