bacchusnovels Chapter 113 Forever 8 Years Old
Chapter 113 Forever 8 Years Old
Chapter 113 Forever Eighteen
Sean sat alone in the dimly lit study, his gaze fixed on the diary in his hands.
It was a diary with a dark brown sheepskin cover, which had become slightly mottled and worn over the years, with a weathered sheen on the leather.
In the corner of the diary, there was only the indistinct name "TM Riddle," and no other words.
After a moment of contemplation, Sean gracefully picked up the quill pen and dipped it lightly into the ink bottle.
The ink on the pen tip shimmered with a deep luster under the light.
He slowly wrote on the paper, "Today is a special day—"
The ink seemed to be rapidly absorbed by a mysterious force, leaving the paper smooth as before, without leaving any trace.
Then, a magical sight appeared. As if guided by some mysterious force, a line of clear writing gradually emerged on the previously blank paper.
"Hello, did anything good happen to you today?"
Sean smiled slightly and continued writing with a hint of teasing.
"No, you've had a good day."
"Um?"
In a pitch-black space, tall, pale-skinned boys dressed in Slytherin robes frowned, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, and of course, a hint of wariness.
His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.
What the hell?
He felt that something unusual was happening at that moment.
Generally speaking, if someone is writing in a diary and suddenly sees that the diary can be written on, they will be very shocked, even if they are not terrified, rather than so calm.
It was as if... he knew beforehand that he was in this diary, but...
Before he could figure it out, what happened next was even more unexpected.
"You're going to die, Tom."
Sean calmly wrote this sentence in his diary.
The boy in the pitch-black space—Tom Marvolo Riddell—sharpened his gaze instantly.
He stared intently at the newly appeared words, a flicker of surprise and unease crossing his face, but it was quickly replaced by a ruthless and resolute expression.
"Who are you???" Riddle said in the dark space, and his words automatically turned into handwriting on the diary.
"Who I am is not important." Sean's handwriting reappeared in the diary. "What is important is that I can offer you a chance to be reborn."
Rebirth? Riddle frowned.
The word held immense allure for him. He had fantasized countless times about escaping this dark, lonely space and returning to that vibrant and lively world.
But what price will be paid for this?
"Why should I believe you?" Riddle asked coldly, a hint of disdain in his voice. "And what guarantees can you give me?"
Sean didn't seem to be in a hurry. He slowly wrote, "A guarantee? In this world, no one can give you an absolute guarantee. But I can give you a chance, a chance to start over. You can break free from this dark cage, restart your pursuit, and fulfill your ambitions."
The word "ambition" was like a key, unlocking something deep within Riddle's heart. His gaze deepened, as if he were pondering something.
"Why?" Riddle asked cautiously.
"I heard the echo of endless life," Sean wrote down a profound and enigmatic statement.
"What do you mean?"
"What's my situation outside right now?"
"What year is it now?"
No one answered.
The only response Riddle received was his own voice—the voice of his eighteen-year-old self; his life was forever frozen on that day.
In the past, in this dark space, Tom Marvolo Riddell seemed to have fallen into endless nothingness.
He was surrounded by bottomless darkness, as if time itself had stood still. He felt like a speck of dust forgotten in a corner, isolated from the world and ignored by everyone.
Whenever he closed his eyes, he could hear the echoes of the past—the jeers of his Slytherin classmates, the stern admonitions of Professor Dumbledore, and the whispers among the pure-blood families.
However, when he opened his eyes, all he saw was deathly darkness. The sounds seemed like illusions, cruelly pulling him back to this cold reality.
He felt an indescribable loneliness, a loneliness like a cold touch, assailing him from all sides, piercing his skin and going straight to his heart. He longed for someone to hear his cries, for someone to break through this endless darkness and rescue him. But whenever he tried to find a glimmer of light, the darkness seemed to have a life of its own, tightly enveloping him, making it impossible for him to escape.
In this darkness, he began to doubt his own existence. He had once been so proud and confident, believing he was destined for greatness. But now, trapped in this dark space, he felt like a bird with broken wings, unable to fly anymore.
Yes, he regretted it. He regretted tearing his soul apart and sealing it in this little diary—he even began to doubt whether his initial actions were correct, meaning that another soul was placed here while he himself carried out that grand plan.
If that's the case, maybe...:
But... there are no ifs. Right now, he knows nothing. What year is it in the outside world? What has happened over the years? How is he doing in the outside world? He's like a blind man who has gouged out his own eyes, having lost his perception of the world and knowing nothing about anything.
However, even in such a desperate situation, a flame still burned deep within Riddle's heart.
It was a burning desire for power and immortality.
He refused to be swallowed by darkness, refused to let his ambitions and dreams vanish like this. He vowed that, given the chance, he would break free from this dark cage, return to the world that belonged to him, and continue to pursue his ambitions and dreams.
In this darkness, loneliness and despair intertwine, creating an indescribable bitter taste.
But it was precisely this feeling that made Riddle even more convinced that only he himself could save himself. He began to silently gather his strength, waiting for the opportunity that would allow him to return to the real world.
"Today is a special day"—Riddle smiled as he looked at the words that appeared above the dark space.
His opportunity seems to have arrived...