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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 100.

Chapter 100.

    Chapter 100.


    <strong>Chapter 100. Christmas Day (4/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">The three girls had beenughing the entire time having a st ganging up on me with Chris. It was like they were all getting some form of petty revenge on me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d made too many enemies and had no allies. I was destined to be defeated here. That was the problem with viins, they just didn’t have enough powerful allies to back them up. They typically did things on their own. If they did have plenty of allies, then no matter how powerful the heroes, viins who yed dirty could easily defeat them. The heroes were bound by their absurd sense of moral justice and an inability to kill or sacrifice lives. The advantage they had to defeat the unrestrained viins with no limits on what they could do was numbers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thus when there were an equal number of viins and heroes all viins needed to do was take people hostage at different sites at far enough distances apart and force the heroes into a corner. The heroes would be restricted and unable to do a thing about it. The viins could tell them to simply stand there and tell them to let them beat them down. Every five minutes they would release a hostage. With such conditions imposed there would be no way for heroes to win.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, in the end, all that was just a long-winded excuse for my own ipetence. But, I was never really that serious about this. I was just making Chris realize if he picks a fight I’m going to give him one.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His side may have won, but he himself didn’t look that way at all. The majority of the snowballs I threw were at him. He was shivering and freezing his ass off.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seeing his pitiful appearance our eyes locked and I shot him a cocky look.


    <span style="font-weight:400">You see what happens when you start a war with me? Try it again and I won’t go as easy on you next time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Right after that, he ran back into the house in a rush to warm his body up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Everyone soon followed his lead and returned inside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As we were the coldest, Chris and I took a shower to warm up a bit. Starting with cool water then slowly increasing the temperature. There were two showers, one upstairs and one below. I used therger one on the bottom floor while Chris used the one upstairs. I ended up finishing first. When I came out, Rosa, Alicia, and Irene all went in together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What the hell? Was this some sort of new technique women used to save money on water or something? There was no chance in hell I’d ever shower with anyone else. That was way too embarrassing for me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa and Alicia was one thing, but Alicia and her mother? Did mothers and daughters actually shower together? Isn’t that just weird no matter how you look at it at this age?


    <span style="font-weight:400">But it seems they’d only done it on this asion because they were all cold themselves. It was more out of consideration for not making each other wait to warm up. That was the actual logic used behind it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Irene being the responsible adult, putting children first, wanted her daughter and Rosa to go first concerned they would get sick. While Rosa and Alicia had wanted Irene to go first since she was the one it would hurt the most if she got sick. Irene was the financial pir of the household after all. In the end, Rosa made a proposal that theypromise and all shower together. As usual, everything always came back to Rosa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When in doubt over something out of the norm, me Rosa. That was the lesson I’d gradually learned over time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When they came out they all looked refreshed. Rosa was hugging Irene from behind, getting along ridiculously well. If I was a stranger, I’d think Rosa was even her own daughter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was something odd about their closeness that had me on guard, but I really didn’t know what it was. If they were plotting against me together, it would be far more effective to remain distant. They could easily blindside me that way. But if they made it so obvious how close they were, it made me feel like there was no intent tounch an attack on me from the dark. I felt uneasy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But it was probably just my paranoia. Either way, today was already over in terms of Alicia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After we were all warmed up we started to exchange presents.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The first one to open up and receive his presents was Chris, the youngest. His mother had bought him a bike, she hadn’t held back at all. When he saw it, he was over the moon. It was the most expensive gift he received. He started crying and thanked his mom knowing how much she worked to save up for it. It was a touching scene to see his mother hug him while he bawled his eyes out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She said she saw how hard he worked to do well on his finals so she worked hard too to save up for it. It was a reward for his efforts. Even I wanted to cry a bit, if I could, that is.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His sister bought him a watch that looked pretty stylish and good on him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Even Rosa had surprisingly prepared a gift for him. He seemed pretty eager to ept it too. It was an older girl he was crushing on after all. Though it wasn’t anything much, only a pair of stylish gloves and a matching scarf, he epted it like it was some sort of sacred treasure. Seeing his cute reaction, Rosa couldn’t help but bend over and give him a kiss on his forehead while calling him a ‘cutie.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">Alicia and Irene had awkward smiles on their faces as they easily saw through the little crush he’d developed toward Rosa. They didn’t n to say anything about it though. Such bittersweet experiences were just part of growing up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When everyone’s eyes turned to me, I felt a bit ufortable. Chris definitely didn’t expect anything, but it seems everyone had a suspicion I had prepared something. They’d seem the box I brought in yesterday with me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I retrieved the box and exined, “I’ve had this PS2 and Xbox 360 sort of just collecting dust in my closet for a while. I don’t know the exact number, but there’s something like a hundred games here between PS1, PS2, and Xbox 360. I don’t n to ever y them in the future and I was thinking about dumping them on someone since it was just taking up space in my closet. ”


    <span style="font-weight:400">They were all things my own mother bought me over the years when she was still alive. Since she couldn’t be with me at home often, she would do what she could to buy me a game with whatever money she could scrounge together. For big events like Christmas or my birthday, she typically bought one of the newer more expensive games. Throughout the year she would asionally buy some used ones that I could use to preupy my time with while I was all alone at home.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d… probably never touch any of these ever again. I couldn’t anymore. I also didn’t after high school in my first life.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It seems Irene had put two and two together and realized my deceased mother would have been the one who bought all of these. The concerned look she shot me was evidence of that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If nobody wants them, my n is to just throw them out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way! You can’t seriously throw away all of this.” Chris immediately chimed in and started rummaging through the games in the box. His eyes lit up when he saw some of the titles of the games.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re just going to throw them away I’ll take them off your hands.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You’d do that for me? That’d be quite the help.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not going to thank you,” Chris grumbled quietly. He wasn’t honest at all. It was obvious he looked forward to trying out all the games.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Irene stepped forward beside her son, ced her hand on top of his head then made him bow his head. She said, “Don’t be ungrateful and say thank you properly.” She simrly bowed her head a bit to me in thanks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But mom-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No buts. I don’t remember raising a son who can’t even say ‘thank you’ when receiving such a gift.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It seems her words got to him as, albeit slightly reluctant, he finally showed his gratitude and said, “Thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, just don’t let your grades slip because of it. Use moderation when ying and just use it as a means to relieve some stress. If I find out your grades have slipped because you’re ying video games too much I’ll personallye and throw everything in the garbage.” I made sure to add that in to keep him on his toes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-Yeah.” Chris stuttered back.
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