Ethan leaned on the wall in the darkness watching as Nathaniel convulsed while the helmet did its work.
With each second that passed, the closer to Nathaniel’s demise they got. watched as the helmet forcefully uploaded memories directly into Nathaniel’s brain.
Memories that belonged to the past Ethan. Memories that started from the moment the two met in his past life to Ethan’s eventual death in the hands of Nathaniel.
Unlike Ethan whose brain had easily handled uploading memory to the helmet, mostly because of its upgrade, Nathaniel’s brain was only a minute away from turning to liquid.
Lucky for him, the memory upload was soon completed....or maybe it was pretty unlucky since he now knew exactly how much hatred the kid...or rather, man stuck in his younger body, held for him.
Slowly, Ethan approached the out of breath and sweating Nathaniel before slowly taking off the helmet.
"See," he commented with a smile, "it’s really not that bad."
Not that bad?
Nathaniel couldn’t even begin to explain what he was put through under that helmet. He felt like hot lava was being actively poured in his head.
It felt like his brain was being unraveled one cell at a time.. But he couldn’t say all that right now because he had just witnessed something even more terrifying.
"H...how-" his voice came out hoarser than when he had just gained consciousness, but it was pretty impressive that he could even speak at this point.
Normal humans would just go insane and pass out, but he had held on until the end and he could still form proper thoughts after that.
"How did I return to the past?" Ethan completed, "well, I’m not completely sure but let’s just say I’m a bit special."
"What the hell are you?" Nathaniel forced out, his previous cockiness completely and utterly stripped from him, replaced by only fear.
The memories seen in the helmet could have been fabricated for all he knew, but how had the Ethan gotten the tech to upload it directly in his brain.
Even in the memories of the earth he saw, tech like that was found few and far between.
At his question, Ethan just shrugged and said, "I’m just the guy who got lucky."
And he wasn’t wrong, if the system hadn’t chosen him when he was on the brink of death, maybe he’d just be a name that was buried and forgotten immediately after his death.
Or as Nathaniel had promised, he’d have been the villain in America’s history, one responsible for supplying the enemies with tech.
Nathaniel’s head just slumped at the reply, he now knew that there was no way out of this for him.
The thought that Ethan was just a kid who was way in over his head had been forced out of his head.
With all he knew now, he realized that Ethan was the biggest threat he could’ve ever faced in this timeline. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
But.....
"Hahaha.." a hoarse laugh escape Nathaniel’s throat causing Ethan to look at him in confusion.
"I guess you really are special," he took a small pause, "but, not special enough for your b#tch to stay with you."
"What’s her name again?" Nathaniel’s face took on a mock thinking expression, "that’s right, Olivia Carter.." licking his dry lips as he call her name out.
Since he was going to die anyway so he preferred dying knowing he got the last laugh.
But the reaction he wanted out of Ethan was nowhere to be seen. On Ethan’s face was only an unimpressed looking before he spat out, "you really are pitiful, Nathaniel."
"I at least expected you to remain prideful till the end," he continued, "but to resort to trying to agitate me is..... disappointing to say the least."
Nathaniel was pretty shocked at the reaction, since he saw the memories from Ethan’s perspective, he knew that he genuinely loved Olivia, even when he was dying.
Even through the betrayal, he knew that Ethan held a bit of hope that he was just in a bad dream and his wife hadn’t really betrayed him.
So what was this reaction?
Well, maybe the helmet did end up fry a few important cells in Nathaniel’s head after all, or at least that’s what Ethan thought.
"Now then, since you’re aware of my reasoning," Ethan walked back to the darkness and put the helmet on what seemed to be a table before picking something else up and walking back.
All Nathaniel could see was blue glowing eyes in the dark but those eyes felt so cold that genuine fear that wasn’t for his father gripped him.


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