Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 340: A Dream of Home

"Ah, Rocco. You finally woke up."

Blinking at the scene spreading out before him, Rocco thought, Huh?

Something felt off.

He clearly remembered—he had just arrived at the Del Fiore estate, greeted Makarov and the other members, and been shown to his room.

Exhausted, he’d fallen asleep almost immediately.

The sofa in the spacious room had been so soft and comfortable that he simply couldn’t tear himself away from it.

But then... why?

Why was he now seeing—

"...Father?"

It wasn’t the familiar amethyst eyes he usually saw, but deep black eyes and black hair—the look of his past life.

Lying beside him on the white bed, his "Father" closed the book he had been reading and smiled warmly.

Ah, right.

This was the hospital room.

His almost-forgotten memories of his previous life came rushing back like a flood.

The pure white walls and ceiling, the hospital bed, the soft breeze blowing in through the open window, the curtains swaying gently, and the faint medicinal scent that clung to the air.

Everything felt so nostalgic.

Still unable to grasp the situation, Rocco could only stare up blankly at the man—his beloved father, who had loved him deeply until the very end, even though Rocco had passed away young and unfilial.

"The surgery was a success again. You did great, Rocco. I’m proud of you."

That gentle voice—it was so familiar yet so distant.

The voice of the father he loved so much, whose sound he had already forgotten.

This blissful scene was undeniably a dream.

The moment Rocco realized it, tears began to overflowed uncontrollably.

Why am I dreaming about my past life now?

The dreams of his previous life were rare—he could count the number of times on one hand.

And over the past few years, those memories had faded almost completely.

Why now, of all times, was he seeing his family again?

"Your mother was here until just a little while ago, but she got called away for work. Bad timing, huh?"

His father gave a wry smile.

Rocco recognized this conversation.

Yes, this was exactly what had happened a month before he died.

After undergoing countless surgeries due to his frail health, this was one of those times he had woken up successfully.

He had believed that, just like always, he would keep living on, even if they said his days were numbered.

He had thought he would continue clinging to life, like always.

But in reality, only a month after this conversation, his condition had worsened—and he had quietly passed away.

"While you were sleeping, I read this book you love so much. Wow... so it’s a romance between two guys, huh?"

"Huh—? W-wait! What are you reading?!"

The shock of his father’s casual comment jolted Rocco’s frozen body into motion.

When he saw what his father was holding, he tried to sit up in a panic, but...

Still weakened from the surgery, he flopped right back onto the bed.

Smiling brightly, his father held up the book.

On its cover was a familiar illustration.

The title, "Whispers of Steel and Starlights," was written in a serious font, and seeing it filled Rocco with a powerful wave of nostalgia.

It felt strange—seeing Laxus and Sylas again like this from his previous life.

Looking at the illustration, it really struck him just how much they resembled the real-life versions.

While he was lost in thought, his father suddenly pouted and muttered unhappily while staring down at the book.

"But you know... I have a bit of a problem with it. There’s a character with the same name as you, Rocco—and he’s treated so miserably! I just couldn’t bring myself to like the main character because of that!"

Oh yeah, Rocco remembered now.

His father had gotten completely absorbed in reading Whispers of Steel and Starlights while Rocco was sleeping—and had complained passionately afterward.

Saying things like,

"How dare they treat the character with my son’s name so poorly!" and "I can’t forgive the main character!"

At that time, Rocco had been a little exasperated by his father’s overprotectiveness—even projecting him onto a character in a book.

But now, hearing those same words again, something squeezed tightly in his chest.

A minor villain, so insignificant that barely anyone remembered him—someone who faded into the background and was written out early in the story.

Even Rocco had only skimmed past the character Rocco Di Malvento when reading the book in his past life.

And yet, his father had taken that same character so seriously, just because he shared Rocco’s name.

Now, as Rocco Di Malvento himself, living a new life, those words carried a completely different weight.

"I really hope this character gets a happy ending in his next life," his father murmured. "I can’t help but get attached to him, since he has the same name as my Rocco..."

If this had been his past life, Rocco would have laughed it off.

"It’s just a fictional character, Dad." That was probably how he had brushed it aside back then.

He had likely just given a casual, dismissive response, thinking his father was being dramatic as usual.

But now... there was no way he could brush it off so lightly.

It was just a dream—he knew that. There was no need to take it seriously. frёewebnoѵēl.com

And yet—

"──He did get his happy ending." Rocco whispered it softly.

His father blinked in surprise.

Seeing that expression, Rocco smiled gently and continued in a quiet voice.

"In his next life, Rocco is very, very happy."

How did his father take those words?

Rocco watched as his father’s eyes slowly welled with tears.

His lips pressed tightly together, his fists clenched at his sides, and his gaze dropped to the floor.

Every single movement laid his emotions bare, and the raw display of love made Rocco’s own eyes mist over.

"...Ah. That reminds me..." His father suddenly spoke, voice slightly hoarse. "The next surgery is scheduled for two months from now. Make sure you think of a reward for yourself, alright? Last time, you wanted a stuffed animal, didn’t you?"