HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 162: Excalibur! ] (Patreon)

She felt like a zombie.

Dead and yet still mobile.

Jumping back to her feet, she looked away. Not strong enough to face her own son's body.

She pointed her palm at him and mumbled in a desperate hopeful tone. "Repair. Revive."

First, the neck automatically attached itself to the body, not leaving even a scar, the skin knitting together in a grotesque manner, making her wince.

When the body was repaired fully, Harry's eyes blinked open and he startled, panting and heaving, touching his neck.

The [Gamer's Mind] worked quickly, calming him down and making him connect the dots. He slowly sat up, gazing at his mother's trembling figure.

He offered a melancholic smile and parted his arms invitingly. "I am fine now."

She crashed into him, coiling her hands around him crushingly and hiding her face in his neck.

It was suffocating, how tightly she was holding him, but he didn't complain, opting to wrap his own arms around her. He held her and she held him. He remained silent as she loudly bawled her eyes out.

He had never seen her so sad, so pained. Not even when Iris had died. Maybe it was because of the gruesome manner of his death, which hurt her so much, which would haunt her forever, becoming the scene that would prey upon her whenever dementors were nearby.

Harry himself was traumatised by his own death. But he had [Gamer's Mind] which while not completely freeing him from the trauma like it was supposed to do, still did pretty well in making him understand it and make peace with it.

He had died, so what? Now he was alive.

Wasn't that the reason why he had kept his mother away from the action? The reason for which he had given her [Reviver] perk and [Repair] skill?

In a strange way, this catastrophe assuaged his fear of his shared Skills and Perks not working after he died.

It was one of the positive sides to this farce.

Even if he would die, his party members could keep on using the Skills and Perks. His mother could keep on reviving him.

He had made himself quasi-immortal.

Although he wouldn't have wanted to die in the first place.

That quest was doomed to fail. The odds were never in his favour. He was sure the Creator wouldn't have assigned him that impossible quest if Harry didn't already have a way to cheat death.

Was he supposed to hate him for giving him an impossible task? Or was he to be grateful that this provided an opportunity for him to test some of his limits which he wouldn't have tested otherwise?

Shaking off his reverie, he clung to his mother. Her crying had stopped, but she was still not letting him go.

Harry didn't mind. Hugging her back was the least he could do. Feeling immense guilt for making her go through this. Not that he had done it consciously.

He decided that he would hate the Creator for making his mother cry.

"Sorry that your first quest failed, mum." He mumbled in her ear.

She shook her head on his neck. "It didn't. We won. I've got Excalibur. I have the sword of the King of kings, the sword of Arthur Pendragon."

His eyes widened and he checked his notifications. Indeed, they had completed the quest.

Well, that was a pleasant surprise.

[QUEST: 

— Mad Mad World!

The world is suddenly strange and different than it was before. Fulfil the given quest set in this Mad World to make it right again.

Success!]

[REWARD: Gained!

— 3000 XP for Harry Potter

— 3000 XP for Lily Potter

— Unknown Legendary Reward]

…

[Excalibur]

[– The legendary weapon of King Arthur Pendragon, forged by the Lady of the Lake. It gives the user 10x overall boost.]

While an immensely powerful weapon in itself, it still fell short of the twins, White Sword and Black Sword. Harry was astonished, realising that his and Iris' swords were even greater than the mythical Excalibur. 

There must be a story behind it which he didn't know yet.

Also, the 15 levels of the jump was appreciated. Now, he was level 465. And he was glad that his mother's level too rose exponentially, making her a level 90 Mage. 

Not anywhere near his or Iris' level, but still a strong number for common folks.

"Let me see your sword." He asked, standing up, and pulling her up with him.

She nodded, stepping back and holding her hand to the side.

Her green metal bracelet turned into an ostentatious sword.

Where his and Iris' swords were plain and simple, the Excalibur was overly grand and beautiful. Too beautiful if he was honest.

The handle and the pommel were lustrous gold. Even though the hilt was covered by a tanned leather grip, somehow it still managed to shine from within. 

The crossguard was golden too, glimmering in the grey morning light. The silver blade itself gleamed the brightest, it looked sharp and deadly, and yet gorgeous.

But the most distinctive thing about the sword was the emerald gem set right below the crossguard, glowing in a mesmerising manner. There was something about it that drew everyone's gaze.

"You've gotten quite a nice sword." He grinned, trying to alleviate the heavy mood.

He failed.

She wiped her brimming eyes and shook her head. "If I could back and sacrifice this sword to never see your decapitated head, I'd throw it away in an instant."

He sighed, taking her back in his arms, and squeezing her gently. "We can't change the past. There's no use regretting it."

Even when they went back to the manor, his mother tailed him, not leaving him out of her sight.

He led her to his bedroom and invited her into his bed.

They had more than enough time. Since after the completion of the quest, they had come back right at the time they had disappeared through the portal, it was still very early morning. And they really weren't in the mood to go for their daily jog.