When I first wake up, I ask Little Helper to check my status.

[Are you certain?]

Just fucking open the fucking thing.

Name: Methuselah, the Hereafter

Blessing: Demon God of Unity

Level: 6

HP: 150/150

Mana: 200/200

Estimated Attack Power: 20

Speed: 10

Skills: Little Helper, Vine Control, Flight, Nature’s Calling, Health Monitor, Baby Booster, Blessed Seeker

I'm done; there's no way I'm going to be able to wait any longer. Not counting the time I spent in my mother's womb, I've been trapped in this room for five years. Because of the workouts I've done with my father, I've grown quite strong for a five-year-old and it helped pass the time. My mother would try to stop me, but I simply smiled and told her that I wanted this. I needed it or I would have gone crazy a while ago.

I adore my parents and would never trade them for anything, but I have another ambition. I was sent here by the Creator to protect this world, and I have no idea what I'm protecting it from!

I tried to talk to my parents about what was going on in the world, but they were evasive. They'd make these sad, ashamed faces, as if pleading with me to stop, but they'd never say anything. I even tried to open myself but it wouldn’t budge. I can't stand it any longer; I have to get out of here no matter what it takes!

I walked up to the single door, staring it down, because it was hell that was plaguing my mind. I knew my mother and father were out and about as they always left at this time. I knew this as they would never answer my calls at this time. This might be my last chance for a while, especially if I'm discovered.

I tried to pull on the handle again just to try my luck but it wouldn’t budge. Looking around my room I grab a chair and slam it against the door. It didn’t move but I could see that it was chipped. Raising up the chair again I bash down on the door again.

I did this several times before collapsing on the ground. I stood up, sweating profusely, and stared at the door, stunned. T there was light on the other side of the door. Is that to say that this is a single room rather than a house?

[Keep going]

I reach for the chair, stunned by Little Helper's determination, only to have it crumble in my hands. I must have abused it excessively. Returning my gaze to the tiny hole, I reach out and remove a single splinter of wood. I knew what to do after looking at my hands and returning my gaze to the door.

I was out of control. My hands started ripping at the door by themselves. I could feel my health points dwindling, and Little Helper's warning was unnecessary. Despite the fact that I had a few scales on my hands to protect me, some of the pieces still found their way into my hands.

An excruciating pain ran through me as a jagged piece of wood splintered into my palm. With great force, I yanked it out of my body, allowing the blood to escape. I was oblivious to the blood dripping down my hand. More and more light poured through the hole. I finally crawl out, falling to the ground and being engulfed by a massive wave of light that passes from above.

I lift my head with all my strength after collapsing to the ground, only to be shocked by what I see. We're in a cave that's completely covered in crystalline material. I needed to get up, but my blood loss was too great. “What did you do, son?” Looking up, I notice my father swooping down with massive, powerful wings. He's carrying my mother, who is crying and looking at me.

She leaps to the ground and lands in a pile of rose petals that she seemed to conjure. She quickly kneels down next to me and gently strokes my skin. I feel energy engulf my body as a bright green light shines from her hands. She must be able to heal me. I'm still fading away, so it appears that her healing isn't restoring my stamina. “Where are we?” I inquire, giving in to the darkness.