A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 984: Breaking My Nose

Chapter 984: Breaking My Nose

Archer stopped flirting with Isabella after she said, “Stop making it hard for me. I need to think Arch, so give me some time.”

He nodded before kissing her forehead and taking off toward London. While doing that, Archer informed Nyx, Ashoka, and Mave. The three women protested, but the chaos dragon suggested she join him.

This caused the other two to agree, and they asked if Nyx could accompany him, which Archer decided to do. After that, he smiled contentedly, thinking, “They’re just being protective, but I can’t blame them. It’s clear they care.”

Soon enough, Nyx arrived with a big smile before the two flew over the rough Atlantic Ocean, where they occasionally saw ships sailing through the storm. As the couple did that, the dragon woman commented, “Those ships look like they will sink if hit by a wave. They are nothing like our ships back on Thrylos.”

Archer chuckled, but he responded with a chuckle, “Earth doesn’t have magic or the rare metals that the navy uses to construct our warships.”

They continued flying for another hour after he spotted his home country, causing him to stop a few miles from the UK. Nyx noticed his expression and questioned, “Is this where you were murdered, husband?”

He stiffened when hearing that, but his violet eyes gleamed with viciousness as he replied, “When I’ve gathered enough mana to return to Thrylos, I will be taking Noah with me, and we can torture him together.”

Nyx’s beaned as she got excited and lunged at him before wrapping her arms around him as she exclaimed, “I will happily help husband. I can bring some creepy monsters from the Underrealm to test on your murdered.”

Archer chuckled and kissed the dragon woman before flying toward the UK. He passed over a small coastal village and noticed that people were beginning to go to work in the early morning.

‘Maybe we can get something to eat here and then go to London, as Alexa will be getting ready for work,’ he mused.

Archer and Nyx descended gracefully onto the cobbled streets of the quaint English village out of the way where no one could see them. Once they touched down, both dismissed their wings to hide them from the humans.

The morning sun cast long shadows over the old stone buildings as the village bustled with early risers preparing for the day-shopkeepers setting up their stalls and children running to school.

When the couple stepped onto the main street, the villagers paused, eyes widening in astonishment at seeing them. Archer had his usual white hair, violet eyes, and deadly good looks, while Nyx, in her human form, was not less attractive than him.

The villagers started gossiping about them being foreigners who owned a superyacht down in the harbor, which made Archer laugh as he approached the bakery and entered while the village people watched.

Nyx, noticing their reaction, waved a friendly hello. “Good morning!” she called out, her voice melodic and warm.

Catching the startled looks and feeling a bit of discomfort, Archer tried to ease the tension. He flashed a charming smile and nodded. “We’re just here for a quick bite before we continue our journey.”

The baker, regaining his composure, wiped his hands on his apron and approached them. “Welcome to our village, young man,” he said, trying to hide his amazement. “What can I get for you? We’ve got fresh pastries and warm tea.”

Nyx’s eyes sparkled with delight. “That sounds perfect. We’ll have some, please.”

As they waited, the villagers gradually resumed their routines, though many couldn’t resist glancing over their shoulders at the unusual pair. The children, fascinated, peeked from behind their parents’ legs.

When the baker returned with a selection of pastries and steaming cups of tea, Archer and Nyx thanked him. They sat outside the bakery at a small wooden table, savoring the village’s warm treats and the charming, albeit curious, atmosphere.

As they settled, savoring their pastries and tea, Archer suddenly realized he hadn’t thought about payment. He reached into his pocket but entered his Item Box and pulled out a gold coin, its surface gleaming in the morning light.

He handed it to the baker with a smile, “This should cover the meal and then some. Use the extra for upgrading the shop or something.”

The baker’s eyes widened in disbelief as he examined the coin, his hands trembling slightly. “Thank you, sir! This is-this is more than generous!” He stammered, quickly hurrying back into the shop and calling for his wife, clearly excited.

Archer and Nyx exchanged amused glances and burst into laughter as they watched the baker’s hurried retreat. The villagers, glancing curiously, now looked at the couple with awe and fascination as if they had just encountered celebrities.

The couple left the village before summoning their wings and flying toward London. While doing that, he used Mana Manipulation to hide them from prying eyes as they got close to his home city.

While doing that, Archer thought, ‘Should I visit Father? He was a good dad when I was alive, better than Leonard.’

Nyx noticed he stopped flying and approached him worriedly as she asked, “What’s wrong, husband?”

“My father should be at my old home, so should we visit him? I never got a chance to say goodbye, but I don’t want to freak him out, and I can’t lie; I’m also nervous,” Archer responded in a confused voice.

“Why wouldn’t you want to see him? He’s still alive, and you have the chance to visit,” Nyx said with a warm smile.

Her voice softened with affection as she continued, “I’ll be here for you, and if you plan to reconnect with your family, that includes your father.”

Archer smiled before the duo continued flying until they reached the outskirts of London, which Nyx was amazed by. She didn’t know where to look as cars, buses, and other vehicles

passed by below.

“What are those things, Archer? They resemble carriages without the monsters pulling them along,” she asked excitedly.

He explained everything to her, his words weaving a captivating story that attracted her attention. As they neared Archer’s old neighborhood, the excitement in his voice grew. Finally, they arrived at the familiar streets, and his gaze settled on his childhood home.

The house stood before them, its structure largely intact, but its once vibrant facade faded and weathered, giving it a run-down, neglected appearance. Archer and Nyx descended onto

the quiet street.

Archer took a moment, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. He approached the door, drew a deep breath, and knocked firmly, the sound echoing with a mix of anticipation and

nervousness.

Nyx stood beside him, her presence a steadying force as several loud bangs echoed from within the house. The door creaked open to reveal a disheveled man with a long gray beard and the familiar brown eyes that he remembered so well.

‘Father,’ Archer thought, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Archer shook his head with a chuckle. “Let yourself go, old man. I always said the bottle

would catch up with you eventually.”

His father’s eyes widened in shock, quickly shifting to anger. “Who do you think you are, coming into my home and insulting me?” he demanded, his tone heated.

When hearing this, Archer laughed before replying, “We’re not in your home, idiot. Think about who used to say those words to you while I heal your ass.”

Without waiting for a response, Archer pushed the door open and seized his father by the shoulder. He cast Aurora Healing, and the man cried in agony as the spell took effect. Nyx closed the door behind them, shutting out the outside world.

Archer’s gaze locked onto his father’s, and he spoke calmly, “Do you remember when I was

ten? You took me to the park to play football, but instead, you ended up hitting me in the face and breaking my nose. Mom was angry and told you off for it. Do you remember that, Dad?”

His father’s eyes widened in shock as he muttered, “Is that you, you little shit? Tell me it’s

you.”

“Yes, Dad, it’s me,” Archer replied with a knowing smile. “Though I’m in a different body, all my memories are intact-like when you tripped over your feet and tumbled through Grandma’s garden, landing right in her pond. Or when Pamela smacked you on the head with her rolling pin for suggesting she become your mistress because mom was teasing her.”

Archer’s smile widened as he added, “Now, just relax while I heal your old and battered

body.”

Following that, his father fainted due to the pain that washed over his body, and when Archer looked at his childhood home, he was disgusted, ‘Is he a hoarder now?’ he thought. With a wave of his hand and Mana Manipulation, all the rubbish was burned to nothing,

shocking Nyx, who was too busy looking everywhere while taking in all the sights as she

spoke, “So this is your childhood home, darling?”

“Yes, but it looks like this old fool has left it to rot,” he replied before casting Cleanse on the house that cleaned everything.

Once that was done, Archer put his father on the couch and looked at the family photos on the

walls.

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