The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 354: Chapter 343: The Warmth Of Family

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Chapter 343: The Warmth Of Family Listen While Reading: xxε34lost_world ----- White. Pink. Purple. Black. Green. Yellow. Blue… I saw countless colors surface within my mind one after another as I felt my own body’s weight quickly dissipate. It was as if I had become a spiritual being, freed from my fleshy self. This entire world of bright lights and colors that constantly flashed brightly. It was as if I was in the middle of a beautiful sonata of countless stars born from the innocent drawings of kindergarten children. Innocence and beauty flowed everywhere; happiness and cuteness intermixed together. It was fuzzy and nice, perhaps too nice. Yeah, too nice. “No…” I rejected the colors, as I continued walking, and then, images appeared before my eyes. Or, well, before what I could “see” with my sense of vision within this realm of the mind and dreams. FLASH! “Dear! Wake up already! Breakfast is ready!” “Come on, Anna, you’ll be late for your first day at the Hunter Academy if you don’t hurry!” Two familiar voices reverberated. I opened my eyes, finding myself over a comfortable bed. My bed. I looked around; this was my house, the house of my childhood. “Ah…” And those voices… I ran downstairs, almost by instinct. And there I found them. She was serving me a huge plate of eggs and bacon, with toasts covered with melted butter right by the side, and some nice coffee too. She smiled warmly; her long brown hair and her bright eyes immediately told me who she was. “Mom…” And then there he was, black hair, a sharp and handsome face, a confident yet calm and warm smile. He was reading the news on his phone while drinking coffee, having already finished his big pile of pancakes for breakfast. Yeah, that’s his favorite breakfast. “Dad…” I walked downstairs, meeting them. “Hey…” “Anna! Come here and eat—why aren’t you dressed up yet?!” my mom asked. “We bought that really pretty uniform for you; you don’t like it?” my father wondered. “I… I do,” I smiled. “I always loved all the clothes you bought for me…” They looked at me with surprise. Then I heard someone walking out of the bathroom. “Phew, all done…” His voice held a strange cheerfulness unlike what I always hear from him. His eyes were bright and full of hope and dreams. His face wasn’t bitter, and his expression wasn’t expressionless. He had light in his face, and even his eyes… were of normal green color, not red. “Brother…” It was him, a version that was never traumatized, a version that never went through the pain of the first awakening like he did. He looked so happy… Like he should have always been. “Anna? What is it?” Remembering that lonely man on top of the throne above all things. Remembering how he slayed all those monstrosities from beyond to reach there. And then how sad he looked, despite having become the strongest. It made me realize he was never happy, and he was always suffering. A power fantasy… that was never a power fantasy. It was just a tale of a man’s descent into insanity, into utter madness and sorrow. Into hating himself. Yeah, it’s quite obvious… My brother hates himself so much. It oozes through him how much he always thinks he doesn’t deserve anything. But this? This is him if he didn’t hate himself. This is him… if he didn’t lose his parents, if he didn’t lose me. If he didn’t have to make a pact with Fenrir and kill, and kill, and kill, and kill to survive… This is Jack if he was happy. And these are mom and dad if they were still alive. How much would it have changed if they were alive? “I see now… This is a combination of my painful memories and my dreams, isn’t it?” I wondered. “A selfish ‘what if” where I wished they were alive, and this lake even shows me how much different everything would be… wow.” “Anna? What’s wrong, sis?” Jack wondered, tilting his head. “Are you still sleepy? Haha, wake up already, dork.” He petted my head and messed with my hair as he walked away. He would have never done that if he were like he is right now… That was jus