I looked at Zero with my eyes begging to go back in time, as he could do it at his own will. My body was hurt from the sudden fall, and my head is dizzy, but I was still able to look at Zero and use his powers. Zero, who’s still defending himself with his other self, was still struggling. His sword was cracking little by little. Bits of iron were being disintegrated into the dark aura of his other self. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Continuously laughing at Zero while he struggles to defend himself. ‘Crack!’ 'Gzzzzzzt! ’ Zero then did something with his sword. He enchanted it with time so the friction would create a sound and pressured air that would blow the other soul away. The sparks between the forte of Zero’s sword and the thrust of the claws coated with a dark aura created small sounds that could be used to create a small wave of pressurized air. ‘Brrrrrr….’ ‘Hisssssssssss…..’ ‘Crack!’ 'Crack! ’ I tried to move myself so I could help Zero create the attack that he had prepared. I h

I don’t have a function. My voice is a way of conveying a particular thought to help one specific person. I have created it merely to wake him up and tell his stories—an endless story of happiness. I don’t have a lot of powers, but I can alter the story in my way. I’m not the writer, as the book of the world is not in my hands. I’m nothing but a useless preo-recreation et merci… There are multiple I’s in the Book of the Worlds verses. I am designated to help the most important person with the role of altering the world. I will continue my job even if you hold them in this chapter. “You don’t have a choice nor the body even to retaliate the will that your master had given to you. The world had already stopped when I flicked my fingers earlier. Just continue acting the given role to you and narrate what will happen to the characters that your master had written.” I said as the God that holds the book. Even if you had forced yourself into this particular chapter, you still can’t touch

“Mori…” “Mori…” {Ngh…} [A muffled voice keeps on calling Mori.] “Are you sure… he’s awake now…?” The voice of a girl is speaking. “Yes, I’m sure.” The voice of a woman is speaking. “You should wait, Mirai… Maybe he was just tired… after all, it’s been a long time since his mind re-entered his body, isn’t that right…? Seraphim….” The voice of a boy is talking. {Ngh… I doze off… Are they talking near me… My head really hurts…} “Maybe I should pinch his thighs…” {What… about my thighs-} “... ouch…” Mori partially woke up. His eyes are still dry from the long sleep. “Oh, hey… You’re awake now.” Mirai’s hand is still pinching Mori’s thighs. Mori was looking at Mirai with his groggy eyes and drooling mouth. “Ngh… that hurts… Mirai…” “Ah! So-sorry. I forgot to remove it…” Mirai removed her hands. Everyone is looking at Mori. They were excited to see him, but Mirai was hesitant to smile as she was worried that Mori wouldn’t wake up. As Mori tried to open his eyes fully, he parti

“The literature and history of the world can be found everywhere, but the totality of it has been written with the wondrous images of the old magic.” A voice in a speaker continuously promotes the library. Astroth Library is a library that holds every cultural and historical relevance of the world's most charming, advanced magic and stories of different races of the world in this particular storyline. The library has a colorful Glass Cellophane with images of the world's heroes on different sides of the six magnanimous glasses covering the library. “Huff. Huff. Huff.” Mori was breathing heavily. {Why… Why is the walk so long even though it’s just near, as said in the direction earlier.} - Well, I guess that’s what you call a longitude walk. {... I’m not talking with you for now; my brain’s getting messed up with your stupid joke sometimes.} Mori frowns. - Kay. As Mori arrived at the front of Astaroth Library, he saw the colorful cellophane glass that reflected into the sky like

The desire to know the relationship between the two lingers in my mind. Catching a glimpse of the person who once sat beside Seraphim in a room and knows more from the time they've spent together. Accepting the fact that I don't know anything about her at all is the only plausible thing I have to do. Even if I looked for a way since my world has been flipped in an uncharted course that would pave its own way without me knowing. Nought is waiting for my answer. I don't know what to say. He already knows my cause and he knows that I'm not from around here. Is it alright to trust him? Even if I wondered that. “Do you want to learn our history or not? The only hope that you're waiting is in front of you." He said. It's an undesirable path for me. This world is unknown to me and my everything. I knew that I needed someone to help me and that person was now in front of me. He denied me once, and yet he came back for me and asked me if I wanted to learn about them. My emotions continued to