‘Ding!’ ‘Ding!’ ‘Ding!’ The sound of the first bell in the morning to the city of Zekishtalian awaits a brighter day in the joyous city that brings life to every corner of the town. The smell of freshly cooked food comes from the chimneys of every house, waking up to cook for their loved ones. The smell of freshly brewed coffee on the first street lies Zero waiting for Seraphim early in the morning. He was sitting at the last table on the east side of the street—Zero lying in waiting for Seraphim for the second bell of the church and carefully looking at the faces of everyone that walks in the road that has their face covered with a cloth, eagerly waiting, taking little bites between the long bread that he bought in the coffee shop. As he looks in between the people that pass by, he gives time to look at the clock tower to see if it is already noon. ‘Tick…’ ‘Tock…’ ‘Tick…’ ‘Tock…’ Many were looking at Zero as they found him weird. The customers and also the servers were all g

The life behind the barracks of the soldiers who are incapable of making their magic will cooperate with them as their minds have already shattered from the trauma they’ve endured during their long servitude to what they thought was a righteous act. [The chattering of the soldiers in the background.] Early morning, Seraphim and Zero visited the soldier's barracks to find the Sword hero. The Sword Hero is one of the strongest heroes alongside the mage hero. The newly appointed sword Hero has devastating strength that can instantly destroy an army with a single thrust of his phoenix flame. Many of the soldiers who witnessed the Sword Hero said that the flames were much brighter than the sun as they could instantly disintegrate any enemies that would get hit. Many rumors are circulating about the Sword Hero that he was a cold-blooded person when he was in battle. But Seraphim knows who truly is the Sword Hero deep inside since he’s the first person that Seraphim trusts alongside the Gu

[The eyes of God are looking through the entrance.] [A magic circle has been activated.] In the cage of wind that Seraphim had created, a vortex of blood had appeared outside them, submerging them with it. The cell winds that Seraphim had created were acting as a shield for them. The voices of the damned were screaming through the cell, banging and crying to let them enter. Zero witnessed it while lying in the middle of the magic circle. Seraphim reassured him by placing her hand in his hand, holding it tightly as she continued the assimilation process of creating a synthetic magic will with an unknown spell. Using the blood-drawn magic circle and the nature of the magic on the island, Seraphim utilizes all the power to create a much more potent synthetic will. The original synthetic will was created only with a usual magic circle with the power of the creator and the heart of the corrupted choice of the person. Using this method, Seraphim can create a much more advanced synthetic

"Momento, replerium." The words that scream beyond the hollowed eyes of death. A blind knowledge ends up being a dead end to a world beyond saving. Power is nothing within fate that binds the natural course of existence in the world. "Sepellium, e anima corpus Christi." The body of God that was once a human was indicated in the codex of the one that holds fate. I saw it; I touched it, and it burned me until all of me became the ashes that flew with the breeze of the world. To the repeated sighs I cast when I was created in the depths of hell. It was one hell of a pain that I will never experience again. Where are my masters? Why didn't they help? Why do they need to create me even though they are much more vital? Was I only just something to be played upon, like a mini-boss character of a game they once played? I don't know anymore… …… [The crickets created a rhythmic sound into the night sky.] "Ughh…." My head hurts… What happened anyway…? Zero had woken up. His head hurts w

“How’d you know my name?” Seraphim was thunderstruck by the sudden calling of her name even though she didn’t introduce herself. “Of course… I already knew what would happen… since I touched the book…” the boy snickered. “What is the book of the world?!” “The book of the world… is a reference… a manual… a book… a codex of the Gods, or rather a one that is in the making of becoming a new God. Every… paths… every action… every insignificant miserable way of living the author took were all written in the codex of the world…” The boy created a projection again between the small lights he had created earlier. “The codex… is somewhat a powerful tool that can predict the future from the real world and this world… The book… indicated that our world was merely just part of many volumes that were written by its holder and… ‘cough! cough!’ continuously being written…” “If this world is just part of a volume that the author had written. Then how did you manage to touch the codex in the first