Becoming A God In Another World With My Crush

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"I didn’t ask to come here," she said, wiping her eyes roughly with her sleeve as she once again realized... this wasn’t her mother.

It was the house, the ghost. The poison of her own trauma and guilt and grief dressed in her mother’s voice.

But it still hurt like hell.

"You’re not her," Iris whispered.

And still, her mother spoke again, her tone sharp and merciless. "It’s good you disappeared into this world. You’ve brought nothing but shame now your father has to deal with not only being jobless but also a CEO in court."

The words cracked something inside Iris and that’s when the room began to tremble.

"Every thing I have ever done in my life was to make you proud." Iris began, "to you and dad happy even if we had nothing..."

Iris remained on her knees, shoulders quivering, her head bowed, but her breath no longer trembled from helplessness. The glow on her chest had returned, the mark burning hotter than before, there were angry bursts of pink light that lit up the dark room like flashes of lightning behind a stormcloud.

Glass in the painted picture frames began to tremble, rattling softly against the walls even her mother took a cautious step back.