Summoner of Miracles

Humans had all sorts of ways to live their lives.

Some people were successful.

Some people trembled with fear.

Some people prospered.

Some people were anxious with difficulties.

But regarding a merely two-year-old child, these were all not things that could be realised.

But then, how should this child's life be described?

Cautious?

Fearful?

At least, to bystanders, this child should be living like this. Naturally, for a two-year-old child, this wasn't something he could understand. Therefore even if destiny was unfair and forced him to live this way the child would be ignorant.

However, right now, this child understood all this. His spirit was exhausted not because of his body but because of disease. His consciousness faded in and out. Everything seemed to be gradually falling apart. All methods seemed unable to stem this from happening, it wasn't even able to comfort him a tiny bit.

This child could feel it. He also knew.

He was at the true end.

However, this child had no particular feeling towards it. There was really no other way. Even early on, this boy knew the day would come sooner or later. Only this day came a bit too quick.

According to the result of the medical instruments, the day should've taken about ten more years. In other words, this destiny seemed to be not in the plan. However, did this matter?

"In any case, arriving early or late there's no difference."

Perhaps for a normal person, they could do a lot in ten years and create glorious memories. Humans were these sort of beings, even if they knew they would die the next day, they would go all out to live as usual to leave behind a legacy and show the world that they lived.

For an average person, they would definitely complain about this unfair destiny that stole ten precious years, roaring at god and even cursing perhaps.

But these were all just luxuries to the child.

"Even if there are another ten years there's nothing that would change."

This was not because of any complex reason but just that he had no way to move.

Similar to an old person about to die, the boy's body couldn't support him like a normal person. Taking this into account, to be frank, even if the boy had another ten years he wouldn't be able to step foot outside to see the world.

Even small steps couldn't be taken.

That being the case.

"Why continue to waste time?"

This wasn't a complaint and not because he abandoned himself to his grief but simply because the boy reached the conclusion that he didn't want to go on like this.

Therefore, right now the boy cleared his thoughts to wait for his fate.

The world slowly turning.

Time passing.

Anxiousness.

Fright.

This all had nothing to do with the boy. He could feel his body collapsing gradually. Even his own understanding of this was gradually going farther away.

Following this, in just a few seconds, the boy's organs would soon stop functioning. In other words, he would die.

No, a better term would be dying young.

That was the boy's destiny.

Normally speaking, this shouldn't be the destiny of a two-year-old child. Perhaps a way to change this destiny did not exist in the modern world.

Only if…there was a miracle.

In the modern world, can this sort of thing exist?

The boy didn't even think of it happening. At that moment, he obtained exactly that.

"If that is the thing you lack since God will not give it to you then I will give it to you."

When that sound resounded in his mind, the boy that was about to die couldn't help but stare.

That was because that sound not only spread through his whole consciousness but could be said to have even reached his inner soul.

That sound was aloof and did not contain any of the emotions a human should have. Hearing the sound, the boy could only stare, he didn't even have ample energy to consider what was happening.

After all, the boy was only two-years-old, at best he had knowledge but not experience. Therefore the boy's mind had to ask a single thing.

"Who are you?"

That was the only question he had. The opposite party actually replied.

It was no longer aloof and emotionless like before.

"Me?"

As if expressing a complex expression the opposite party responded.

"I'm just a human."

Regarding this boy, the opposite party that seemed like a God but actually called themselves human said a few words to him.

"I hope that you too can also survive as an ordinary human."

Those were the last words the opposite party left for the boy. Those words were from the heart. They would follow this boy's life.

Naturally, the master of those words would also affect the destiny of this boy enormously.

The boy had no idea about all this, he didn't even have the right to reject.

The boy only knew one thing.

"I…can survive?"

This question obtained a silent answer.

A radiant light filled the boy's vision.

"Ahh"

Seeing the bright light, the boy cried out. That was a sound that could only be made when extremely moved. This instinct came deep within him.

The light would save him.

Thinking of this, the boy as if trying to reach out tried to grab the ray of light. At last what he saw in the bright light was a dazzling, quite plain and mysterious yet attractive ring.

Henceforth, this boy could finally as a human, obtain a new life.

It's just a pity that this life was not able to be similar to what that voice's master had said before…