Prologue: My Father

This is my new fiction and I’m new here so please help me develop my story.

One more thing, I’m suck at writing, and English is not my native language.

Many thanks to vanillaface and mythu for proofreading this chapter

My name is Seth Sun.

I’m just your average student with nothing special to myself.

And I’m content with this, because there isn’t a problem with this.

I don’t want problems, because I am a peaceful person.

I live with my dad because my mother is already dead.

According to my father, mom died when I was really young.

He said that she originally had a weak constitution, and after I born her condition started to worsen.

A few days after I was born she gave her last breath

I don’t really know my dad. He never tells me about himself.

I always see him flirting with women. And often gets into trouble because of it.

Once I saw him come to home, naked.

It makes me wonder how my mom could have ever married him.

When not with random women, he’s usually at home.

But whenever he left he always left me a weird message. That always pissed me off.

At least he always gives me money for food

Once he cooked for me. But what met me was a monster-like –wriggling-- substance.

How could he have ever made that?!

When I ate a spoonful, my tongue just went numb, and soon lost consciousness.

I had to spend 3 days at hospital because of that, and I lost my sensation for taste for a week.

Damn that old man. Was he trying to poisoning his own son?!

Because of that I’m cooking for myself now.

My father is weird. I never see him working.

All I see him doing is flirting around.

When I’m trying to ask the neighbor they always say that they don’t know.

But somehow he always has the money needed for our livelihood.

It makes me wonder where he got that money from.

I never see my father training. But nevertheless he’s very fit.

Even if all that he does is just lazing around the house or flirting around with the neighbors.

But.

What’s weirder is that my father is really strong.

Once I saw him saving a kid from falling tree. He just grabbed the kid with one hand, and put it on the ground gently.

Sometimes I see my father getting into fights. Mostly because of his flirting.

Though he never lost. Not even once.

Once I saw him surrounded by 20 people.

But all I saw was him playing around with them.

He never got serious.

He never broke a sweat.

I was wondering what it’ll be like when he gets serious.

I live in the rather normal house. But there is a room that different from the rest.

That’s is dad's storeroom.

He rarely opens it, and I’m not allowed to go in.

But every once in a while I manage to sneak a peek.

And I see things I never seen before. Strange things.

I think that my father is collector or something similar.

---Why doesn’t he display them at home?

It makes me wonder.

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But I don’t dare to ask my father.

Anytime I ask about that room he will have a troubled face, and not talk for rest of day, or even just leave.

But because of my curiosity, I try to sneaking in sometimes, despite always getting caught.

Even when he is not at home, he manages it catch me when I’m trying to get in.

---Can he teleport?

Today it’s my 18’th birthday.

When it’s my birthday, my dad’s always home.

I quickly go home from school.

At least he will treat me at some restaurant

But when I got home, I welcomed by no one.

Weird.....

Usually he’s at sofa, lazing around.

“Hey old man.” I searched for him with no luck.

But during my search I found dad’s store room opened.

The room is slightly ajar.

Weird.....

Usually it’s always locked.

It piqued my curiosity

I opened the door.

There are many things that I don’t know.

I don’t think I will find the same things, even if I search for it around the world.

I searched around the room, and find a letter on the desk.

I pick the letter up, and read it.

'Dear Seth,

When you read this I would have already left this world.

I want to tell you that my time in this world is near its end.

But it’s been hard to tell.

I’m sorry that I can't spend time with you more.

Especially when your birthday

The least I can do is give you a present.

I hope it can make you happy.

From your father.'

My tears flowed.

My father may be a jerk.

But he is still father. My only.

Then slowly, the words on the letter started changing.

'Gotcha

Actually I'm still alive.

But I'm actually not in this dimension anymore.

Right now I'm visiting some of my other wives across the dimensions.

Actually I have many wives (1 dimension 1 wife) and your mother was the last.

And I do have children with all of them.

So pardon me because I’m lonely here.

As parting gift and birthday I give you the dimensional magic that I got from my first journey as dimension traveler.

The one I acquired because I saved the dimension as hero.

Enjoy your gift.

Your old man.'

This filled me with rage, I was filled with so many questions, like ‘how he isn’t in this dimension anymore’, ‘who is my dad was’, ‘how he can use magic’, and ‘how many wives he really has?’

When I’m questioning myself words began to floating around me.

And made itself clear.

'One more thing,

because you just receive the magic it’s not stable, and you will transported to the first world I visited.

You will not able to use this magic at first, so try to find your siblings across the dimensions. They will teach how to use this magic, and they have same bracelet as you.

But if you want to go home, find me. (lol)'

The words then slowly started changing to bracelet.

"Damn you, old man..."

I’m just a normal person, how can you do this to your son, I thought.

After that everything went dark.