LOGINShare
Chapter 1: THE MEMORABLE MEETING
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56You will always find a soulmate who is uniquely suited to you on each path. It could be predestined relationships from a previous life or a chance meeting that leads to a beautiful love. And, of course, I am.
I am a writer, or rather a novelist; the novels I write frequently provide a story of life, bringing people to beautiful love in a society full of unpleasant things pole. The love in my stories frequently has a happy ending, prompting everyone who reads them to feel that there is still beautiful love in the world and to desire for a happy ending pretty. My readers usually perceive me as someone who has a really wonderful love to be able to write such sweet things, so when I chance to read comments online, I chuckled. I started off as a lonely individual on my own journey. What is the reason behind this? Because I'm a goblin.
It is stated that immortality is a punishment for people who choose to dwell in this constricted existence. Every human person on the planet has their own greed, but I can see that more than 70% of them want to be eternal. Perhaps the short life of each individual on this planet has driven people want to live longer rather than embrace the time they spend with the ones they care about. I, a goblin, have spent many years in the world convincing myself that this existence is very uninteresting. The stream of people going by and departing in my never-ending existence appeared to mock me, as if I were the loneliest person on the planet. I occasionally meet people in the afterlife and the afterlife of those I have helped or punished. As for me, I still exist in that way, alone, but it is because of this that I have a larger perspective on the world, which allows me to produce excellent novels fantastic.
Wilson Parkson, the present-day me, is strolling through the crowded streets of Paris, silently watching the passers-by. I don't like Paris because of the oldness I've known for thousands of years; perhaps I'm getting tired of it, but that doesn't mean I'll always live in one of my flats. Even if I've done it a thousand times, I like going out, walking about, seeing the sites, and enjoying the life around me. Many times, I begged to any deity for mercy to let me terminate my horrible life and live a regular one, at the very least, I won't have to witness the deaths of people I care about one by one in front of my eyes.
"Purchase this flower and present it to that young lady." To break up my jumbled thoughts, a boy exclaimed, "Today is Valentine's Day, if you traveled alone, may the gods of Paris help you find your other half."
The boy smiled at my perplexity. This guy, who is truly a soft-spoken child, will undoubtedly grow up to be an exceedingly accomplished person in life. I smiled, caressed the boy's head with my hand, and then picked a flower from the boy's flower basket and placed a $100 bill inside. I told the boy that he didn't have to give me my change back; he seemed pleased, and he'd undoubtedly sold a decent lot today. I rose up and walked up to the stunningly attractive girl in a pastel pink shirt.
"I'm giving it to you; perhaps you'll discover your other half today." I held the flower delicately in front of the girl.
The lady with the pink shirt was taken aback by my behavior and reached out hesitantly to take the rose from my grasp, thanking me. A young man approached from a distance, his hand naturally wrapped around the waist of the girl in the pink shirt. He pretended to defend this woman by staring at me with bullet-shaped eyes.
"I'm sorry, it's embrrassing, but this is my boyfriend." At this point, the girl with the pink shirt spoke out to break the tension. "Thank you for your flower; I hope you discover it soon, your other half"
I smiled sheepishly and silently left. Today is Valentine's Day, and everyone on the street has a partner. I'm alone, looking like a freak. I could be staying at home, getting a wonderful night's sleep on my warm bed, or writing a few words for a new novel, but instead I walk out and gaze at each happy couple together.
I went into an empty alley and continued my journey, perhaps I would return home. The street is devoid of people, with just street lights on in the morning and evening, and I stroll alone on it; in contrast to the lively atmosphere of the city center, this location appears to be forgotten by Paris. I noticed a few buildings that had began to turn out their lights, making the place darker and darker. I I suddenly remembered a few hundred years ago, when the city of Paris did not have its obvious shape, likewise the buildings with old structures with faint lights, and my silhouette was also strolling on this road, alone and alone.
"Is there anyone... please help me?" A high-pitched cry in the middle of the night drew my attention: "Please help me..."
It appears to be the scream of a young girl pleading for assistance; I'm not sure why, on this lonely night, there is a young girl roaming outdoors to be in danger; this must not be the fact, I reasoned. What a nice girl she must be! I was ready to go and disregard the girl's screams when a silhouette of a girl came from a deserted alley, her entire body flowing a liquid that resembled blood stains, the girl who saw me seemed to perceive me as the only lifesaver, the girl held to the hem of my shirt with difficulty. I looked down at the girl, who was covered in blood, something horrible had occurred to her, it seemed. I looked around to see what was going on, then I left the girl laying on the street and approached the vacant alley. Before I could reach there, a man's head came from inside; his face was obscured by my shadow, so all I could see was the overcoat he was wearing., which is a long overcoat with a wide-brimmed hat that can hide the entire face. As I approached him cautiously, I noticed he was carrying a blood-splattered knife in his hand, most likely the blood of that girl, but I also noticed the old bloodstains of his past victims. My blue eyes began to turn a blood crimson tone as my focus shifted, and in my palm was a sword that emitted a blue glow. I sprang up and used my might to cut him down; the killer gazed at me with scared eyes before collapsing and passing out. When I turned my icy cold eyes towards the killer, my eye color returned to normal. I approached the girl laying on the street, she grabbed my shirt, her hands were wet with blood, but with some extraordinary energy, she persisted till now.
"Please...please save my child." The girl moaned a few things before collapsing all over herself.
I stood still as I watched the woman laying in front of me breathe her final breaths, her child still unborn. I, a goblin who did not want to be entangled in human life and death, only wanted to quit this perilous path and return home, but it appears that a specific deity has tampered with my fate. forcing me to take action in order to save that unfortunate child's life So I, a cold-blooded elf, intervened in the life and death of people for the first time and altered my own fate.
I sighed, allowing the memories to pass through my mind without stopping. This story appeared to have happened only yesterday, yet it has now lasted a century. I think my fate is quite amusing; if I hadn't saved that baby that year, if I hadn't saved that miserable mother that year, maybe I wouldn't have had to suffer for thousands of years. All because of a fleeting softening of mine, a foolish softness to receive a not-so-good consequence, but in the end I kept mute and bore the penalty that lasted a long time, during the last thousand years.
"Someone...please...save me." From the familiar street, a familiar voice murmured, all seemed to recollect my memories one by one. For a brief period, I came to a halt, turned around, and pretended not to see anything.
"I know you're aware of my presence... "Please assist..." The voice came out and gradually got clearer, as if the person was calling me on purpose, and automatically, I kept walking forward so that I wouldn't have to accept anyone's requests.
The voice fades away, indicating that I'm a long distance away from the source of the sound. That's great; I'm not interested in helping anyone anyhow, so it won't affect anyone's fate. However, the further I got, the more my heart broken, as if there was some type of power to keep people, no, a goblin like me, alive. I couldn't break free from this shackle, so I had no choice but to turn around and move towards the cry, as is natural for humans.
"I had a feeling you'd show up." said the voice in a dark and chilling whisper "Because this is your fate, goblin"
Related chapters
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 2: THE GOBLIN'S FAIRY TALE
According to folklore, if the goblin's bride could present the goblin a white lily, the goblin's endless existence would be ended. And I've been waiting for that white lily for thousands of years for this.She had neither a father nor a mother when I saw her for the first time, on the day she was born into this world. She is the baby I saved when she was a newborn. At the time, I had half-cold, half-sympathetic eyes for her. Perhaps her birth has lighted my otherwise dreary life. She has a bright smile, so lovely to the heart, and her first and final grin in this brief life is for me.Winter in renaissance Italy in 1450:"Ancanta, slow down," I shouted to the young girl who was racing rapidly on the heavy snow; she didn't appear to frightened; she simply raced forward like a small bird eager to discover the huge world."Uncle Hector, if you don't run as quickly as me, I'll leave you alone; I'm serious." Ancanta turned to face me, and for the first time, I
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 3: BECAUSE YOU ARE A GOBLIN, AND GOBLIN IS A PUNISHMENT
My little Ancanta has just left me, and even though it has been more than fifty years since Ancanta died, my heart is filled with nostalgia. I blame myself as well as my own fate. If I had not adopted Ancanta at the time and had allowed her to live a regular human life, she would now be married with children and enjoying a very happy life.I used to stroll around old shops, rereading novels that Ancanta had read, but everything seems to have vanished. The world is always changing, and mankind grows according to a set of rules. On today's streets, there are various vehicles and equipment that have steadily gotten more contemporary. Yes, I'm a goblin, and I don't change, but because of my identity, I always have to change my last name and identification. My current name is Michel Lee."Good day, Mr. Lee. I received a call from the police stating that there is a problem with your passport and ID card; my name is Henry, and I am the attorney that represents you in resolvin
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 4: A FREAKY BOY
"Damn it!" I screamed as I noticed Ancanta's journal getting crushed; possibly pedestrians didn't realize that anything was laying on the road since their consciousness was low, without even realizing they are treading on other people's property. When a young child saw my distress, she went over, picked up the journal, and handed it to me. I gave her a grateful grin, knowing that there are still nice people in the world.Back to the youngster I ran into; I was surely that he wasn't human, perhaps an elf like me, but more likely some deity mocking me. I gave him a wary look before turning my attention to the book he was carrying in his hand. The book was fairly ancient, and the outer cover appeared to have been covered with a thick coating of dust, obscuring the text printed on it. If I recall properly, I had seen this book, the book that made me live forever in this dreadful everlasting existence."His name is not in the death book," Hades approached a god of death on
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 5: THE SON OF HADES
"Aubrey?" My eyes began to change color slightly, could it be that the person who gave the kid this name is the owner of the goblins, after all, only a name scares the elves? Demigod? I've heard numerous legends of demigods, incredibly bold and aggressive people who inherited their heavenly god parents and were more strong than mortals. The ancient monsters were all eliminated by competent demigods, but in the end, demigods were just half-humans, half-gods, and they had to live samsaric lives, not everlasting like gods. Only truly outstanding demigods can be made a minor deity and become immortal."Enough of that, you’d better go home," said a voice that made both Aubrey and me turn around. The guy approaching was tall, dressed in a loose robe with a big hat that hid his entire face, and he came slowly towards us, each step causing the earth around him shake and appearing to be frozen everything he touched. Isn't this Thanatos, the god of death in Rome? "Your father req
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 6: MEMORIES OF ANCANTA
In 1453, Ancanta wandered through a thick layer of snow, now she has become a young girl with an extremely beautiful face. Her crimson lips and long black hair curled into small curls, her cheeks were always rosy when the weather started to get colder. Ancanta looked beautiful at the age of fifteen, as beautiful as a muse of Rome. She looked up at the falling snowflakes with black eyes, Ancanta seemed a little sad.When she and Uncle Hector were strolling in the deep snow three years ago, she happened upon an old woman preparing a cake. The scent drew a youngster like her at the time, so Ancanta immediately hurried to the old woman who was preparing bread and was told the story of the elves, the species known as servants of the gods. Ancanta initially thought she was listening to a fairy tale, but she couldn't believe it when she witnessed her uncle Hector holding a massive sword to slaughter a giant beast and save a kid a few days later.Ancanta had no idea what the c
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 7: AT ONE TIME
When I awoke after a long coma, my head began to throb so intensely that it seemed like a large automobile was purposefully striking my skull. I winced, massaging my temples gently with my fingers to lessen my headache, then looked around to see where I was and what was going on.Today's weather in Italy appears to be rather pleasant; sunshine is purposely filtering through my curtains, and I can even hear the birds chirping outside in the yard, as if embracing a new day. It turned out that I was at home, at my villa on the Hill, where I'd been residing for almost a century. It's weird because if someone pays attention to the home, especially to a goblin who has lived in this mansion for a hundred years, they would suffer a heart attack and die. I provide over all of the legal documents pertaining to real estate sales to Henry. Money will ultimately return to my pocket, but under a different name, not the one I had previously. This Henry performed an excellent job; those both
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 8: HOMICIDE INVESTIGATIONS
In the city of Naples, Italy:"Investigative authorities are quickly reviewing the recent killings of women between the ages of 25 and 35 in Italy, according to a statement from the city. All case-related material will be provided on radio stations on a continual basis."The signal appeared to be weakening, the sound of the broadcast station became unexpectedly blurry. No, it appears like someone is throwing a heavy item back at the radio, what a bizarre individual. A man is smoking and wearing a outdated T-shirt in a run-down house in the south of Italy. The home was filled with the stench of death, and the strong scent of smoke ascended throughout everything, causing a figure sitting in the corner of the house to cough up a few choking sounds."Shut up!" he yelled at the individual causing the cough to be muffled. The radio was broadcasting the news, delivering the newest details on the recent tragic case; the radio kept playing, making him uneasy; he had to u
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 9: ANCANTA'S DIARY
I must admit that I am both furious and terrified since this boy is not only a demigod, but also an immortal. In essence, Aubrey is not eternal; rather, his time has been momentarily halted, or rather frozen. When Aubrey is the son of Hades, perhaps this is a privilege because he can halt his own age without being subject to the rules of birth and death for hundreds of years. However, the age freeze cannot be maintained indefinitely, and Aubrey will soon age as well, although surviving a few hundred years longer is already a privilege for him. At the thought of being immortal, I shivered involuntarily. Is it possible that I, too, am an eternal goblin? Not only that, but I have incredible powers, but when I have to exist for such a long period, everything around me gradually changes and I have to adjust, and I almost forget who I used to be. It was a heinous crime."When I left that space, everything outside changed," Aubrey explained. "I couldn't find my home in Rome, I didn'
Latest chapter
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 40: WILL WE GET A HAPPY ENDING?
"I knew you'd come back, because that's your destiny, goblin, isn't it?"That spirit spoke to me with an overbearing attitude that made me extremely angry. I quickly grabbed the spirit's neck with my hand and made it cough.“Stop talking nonsense, Watson. If you have something to say, say it, or I'll have to come back!"“This place was once a chaotic battle, everything is now as calm as if there had never been a war.”I smiled and looked at the soul. That's right, more than two hundred years after that war, things are much more modern now. Humans also invented modern technologies such as phones or laptops to easily communicate with each other. Watson's soul and I are still the same, we are the remnants of that chaotic battle that year.“Will you take a walk with me?” Watson suggested.“I don't want to remember the sad things of the past. Maybe that pain was too great for me, the day I saw Aubrey leave…” Tears flowed involuntarily down my face, on the quiet street with only my shadow.
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 39: LARGE WAR
On the ground, there was a real panic. The sky was pitch black, but there was no rain and no snow. In the sky appeared each cloud curled into thick chaos that looked extremely scary. Aubrey saw that scene, he unconsciously grabbed my hand. Perhaps it was as if Aubrey had foreseen the outcome, so he was a bit worried. The lingering cold air made all of us freeze. We had only been away for a few days when immediately things slowly turned chaotic. The wind was constantly blowing and the trees were hitting the windows so hard they broke.People rush to flee, everyone is fighting for train tickets, bus tickets to get out of this horrible place, but they don't know that this horror lasts everywhere, even if they run away. Death cannot be avoided anywhere. Perhaps Greedius was using his strength to absorb all the greed and selfishness in this world. He's getting stronger and stronger and I'm getting more and more scared. The fear reminds me of the day thousands of years ago when I turned int
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 38: HAPPINESS?
“Are you really Aubrey?”Everyone must be wondering why I asked you that, right? Because after hearing Aubrey's call, I immediately ran towards the boy's call. I don't remember how long I ran myself, I felt like someone was urging me to run fast. I kept running and running on the desert beach without stopping and until I fell into a hole, in front of me was a white lily.That's right, I'm not dreaming, in front of my eyes is a white lily with a fragrant scent. The pale red interspersed flower looks a bit odd but I'm sure it's the lily because I've smelled it hundreds of times. I looked ahead and met my eyes was a boy. No, rather a young man between thirty and thirty-two years old. The boy looked at me and said welcome back to this world. It really took me a long time to realize where I was.“Are you really Aubrey?” I kept asking that silly question again and didn't seem to realize I'd asked it three times. I don't believe the guy standing in front of me, a handsome looking guy with cu
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 37: WHO LEAVES, WHO STAYS
“Pacular…Is everything okay?” Enphinius cried out, causing Pacular to drop the glass he was holding. The hot coffee shot at Pacular's body causing him to involuntarily wince. “Oh Paul, are you all right? Why are you so careless?”Enphinius ran over and gently rubbed Pacular's burning hand, then gently bent down to pick up the shards of the glass Pacular had broken just now. A piece of glass cut into Enphinius' flesh, causing his blood to flow out. The Enphinius' blood that had just flowed out suddenly turned black and gave off a foul stench."Oh Paul, why is that?" Enphinius cried out in fear, "My blood..."Pacular looked towards Enphinius, he said nothing. Since Watson was controlled by Greedius, it seems that his master no longer cares about him. Obviously, Pacular's hand suddenly burned and turned into a very scary wrinkle. Pacular gradually feels the change in his person, he is both scared and worried, he does not know if he will become old and die like before.This isn't the firs
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 36: HEART SET RIGHT WAY
I woke up in a big sandy beach, my mood seems to be worse today than yesterday. But I also don't know how long I've been here, maybe my time here is meaningless because I will forever be in this tasteless place. I was tired of looking at the wind and then at the sky, since the day I met Elena again, my heart has changed a lot. It was true that I didn't want Aubrey to interfere in my affairs, but a part of me wanted him to be able to fight with me.“Aubrey, what are you doing now? Will you remember me?” I asked myself as I asked Aubrey in the air, “I'm thinking of you. I feel this place without you, everything seems so boring but if I were here, would you miss me? In fact, I didn't want to go back to the real world at all because there was Greedius waiting for me like a wolf looking for prey. He was still waiting for me as if I were the best prey in all of his hunts. I saw myself and the people of Hill looking at me, hating me because I had become weak and begging the help of a demon.
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 35: ARROGATING BODY
Watson looked at his burning house, he rushed forward in a panic when it was indeed his house on Mars Street that was on fire. The fire was three meters high, the flames were so large that a billowing black smoke could be seen. Watson let go of his hand in panic, dropping both the bottle of wine and the bouquet of flowers. The wine bottle fell to the ground and broke, causing the liquid in the wine bottle to flow near the mouth of the fire, catching fire more strongly, everything became more and more chaotic and scary than ever.“Dad…Mum…You two…Where are you?”Watson shouted loudly, as if his scream had echoed in the flickering flames. Watson ran him to his house, he hurried inside, ignoring the fire that was getting bigger and bigger. The inside of the house was even more chaotic than the outside, all the furniture was scorched and thrown all over the place. It seemed that a riot had just happened, so the space around him became so messy. Watson ran into the bedroom and then to the
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 34: UNDEFINED LAND
I felt myself drifting between an unknown place of space and time. In this place it's just me and a wasteland. I wandered alone in a vast sky as if the whole world was only me. I feel light, but my heart is heavy. It's strange!"Is any body here?"I cried out, hoping someone would hear me, but the only response was sounds coming from somewhere. I know that's my echo. I remember myself jumping into the River Styx and when I opened my eyes I realized I was here. I tried to find a way out of this place but all around me was sand and sand. There was no life in this place, not even a blade of weed or a cactus. I wandered around, but in my head I didn't think of anything. I feel so heavy inside, it makes me move and I can wander in this unknown space.“Aubrey…Ancanta…” I silently called out the names of the people I knew.Everything was still the same, just the way I came. A lonely silence. Actually, I thought to myself that I deserved this, I deserved to be punished like this. Memories flo
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 33: DETENTION IS A TYPE OF LOVE?
"Are you awake?"Aubrey opened his eyes to find he was in a warm room. It seemed to be the room of the goddess Persephone, because he could hear the scent of flowers in the air. Aubrey was tired, he couldn't even open his eyes, he could only open them slightly. The scent of lily in the room made him feel comfortable, not too harsh but not too light."Where is this?" Aubrey groaned, maybe he was still in pain so his face was wrinkled, his legs numb as if there was a big mass on top of him. “Why am I here?”“This is my room, son. It's a heartless father to see his son like that, but this time I have to protect my husband, it was really hard for him this time." The goddess Persephone lifted Aubrey's head, then gently fed him from the hot spoon. "I've reheated the holy wine and some bread, eat some, Aubrey. You have become a lot weaker since we met that year.”“Uncle Hector…” Aubrey asked weakly, as if he didn't care about himself. “Did you find Uncle Hector, right?"Goddess Persephone si
WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL Chapter 32: CONSTRAINT
Enphinius sat at a roadside cafe along the Mars neighborhood, seemingly waiting for something. Smiling slightly, Enphinius held a newspaper in his hand, wrapped with something inside. All the people around did not notice the tattooed man full of body and full of dirt like Enphinius, perhaps avoiding such people has become a natural human reflex, so when he saw it, Enphinius, everyone unconsciously regarded him as invisible.Enphinius stood up when he saw someone walking slowly. He also quickly left the cafe, didn't forget to put a hundred dollar bill on the table and walked quickly towards that person."Oh my God!" Enphinius cried out, but the sound was very low, enough for the other person to hear. That person also panicked and ran over and caught Enphinius."Are you okay? Sorry, I've been busy lately so I didn't notice that someone was coming. I'm so sorry." The other also hurriedly apologized profusely, even though Enphinius did not notice his attitude."Miss Vivian Layer, isn't it
