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/////In Heaven/////A majestic being gazed out towards the stars, both inner and outer, which held sectors within them. The entity had no distinctive features to suggest its gender; it was simply whiteness in the shape of a human.Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and two other majestic entities walked in. The first entity was a handsome male, tall and slender, with soft-brown eyes and medium-length, wavy, black hair, let down without anything tying it back. At the back of this being were six pairs of black wings, and he could be described as a piece of perfection. The other being was also a man, tall and fair-skinned, with sunken hazel eyes and short blond hair in a normal curl. He had six pairs of white wings at his back.The two men bowed to the entity clouded in light, saying, “Father,” as they did so.The being surrounded by light looked at them and spoke with a grave tone, “It’s time.”
////Third Person POV ////Vincent awoke to a searing pain coursing through his body. Everywhere was dark, and he couldn’t tell where he was. Panic set in as he realized he couldn’t open his eyes. “Have I been kidnapped?” he thought, his anxiety rising. “Am I blindfolded?”Desperate for answers, Vincent called out, “Hello! Is anyone there?”Only silence met his cries, until a voice spoke up, sounding almost lazy. “Calm down,” it said.Confused, Vincent asked, “Who are you? What do you want with me?”“To open your eyes, just will them open,” the voice said.Vincent didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”The voice didn’t answer, and Vincent was left to his thoughts. “No reply, huh? Will them open, right?” he muttered to himself, before concentrating on opening his eyes.With a sudden burst of effort, Vincent managed to force his eyes op
///17 Years Later/// It has been 17 years since my reincarnation, but I do not believe that man’s prayer helped me. I was born as the son of a widowed slave and currently work for the Fenrir Family, a family of Wolf Demi-humans who are descendants of Fenrir, or so they claim. “I recently regained my memories about six months ago,” I thought to myself, still sifting through my memories. “I am a fox demi-human, 16 years old according to my birthline, but I appear to be around 18 or so.” My father was earth-bound, while my mother was from the Migás Realm. I am unsure of how they met, but what I do know is that after my father passed away, my mother was captured and sold into slavery. She was later bought by the Fenrir Family, while I was still unborn. “Mother has been in slavery for 16 years. Why must my moms always suffer?” I thought, feeling sad and powerless in my current situation as I clenched
“No, no, no, no, no,” I muttered under my breath as I dashed through the forest, pursuing a scent I had picked up from my quarters. My mother in this world was like my mother in my first life - kind and always bright. At first, I didn’t want to get attached. I had not moved on from my first mom. But 17 years of love was not something I could erase. So although, I couldn’t forget my first mom, I began to let it go not by much but I’m making the effort. “Dammit, stop thinking just run,” I thought angry at myself, my weakness. With that, I channeled ether and propelled it out of my legs. A cheap skill I call [Ether Burst]. It pushed me forward, giving me the extra speed I needed. I hesitated on the quantity of ether I should use to fuel the skill because I know that the higher the ether put, the less control I have. But apart from that, This skill was almost godsent, I could also propel ether from my hands and legs to incre
When I fell to the ground, my mother was knocked out due to the adverse effects of Cellular Enhancement. I attempted to speak, but I was interrupted by a kick to the face from the young noble. His face turned red with anger and veins bulged in his neck. He continued to kick me, but I retaliated by provoking him. I knew it wasn’t wise, but I needed to buy some time. I already knew that the bracelet on my hand had something to do with using my ether to escape. It appeared to be an ether seal bracelet with gravity enhancement, likely worth a fortune. It was clear that the young noble hated me quite a bit. Suddenly, he stopped. “Since you are so cheeky with your words, I should do you a favor and cut off your tongue,” the young noble said with a smirk on his face. But my body refused to move, no matter how much I willed it to. He reached my mother, and I was forced to watch what
Vincent could feel the darkness creeping up his body, slow and relentless, like a thick mudslide that refused to stop. It started at his hands and feet, and then gradually corroded his entire being until he was consumed by it. The young noble watched in horror as Vincent’s eyes lost all emotion, becoming nothing more than hollow, lifeless orbs. But that wasn’t the worst of it. What truly terrified him was the sight of the thousands of dark beasts that stood behind Vincent, their eyes glowing with malevolence as they snarled in anticipation. The young noble couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was common knowledge that dark beasts were impossible to tame unless one possessed a special skill. So how was Vincent able to command them so effortlessly? Suddenly, Vincent opened his mouth and spoke, his voice low and guttural. The young noble strained to hear his words, but they were in a language he didn’t recognize. It was gibberish, but some
''Huh…. what is this…. Why are there tails behind me'' 'More importantly, why can't I remember anything from yesterday…. I can't think about that right now. ' 'Who is this man, why is he here, is he a Hostile…And why does he look so familiar.' ''Well, My name is Azrael, I am here because I wanted to congratulate you on receiving the Power of 'The Word'." "I am not hostile since if I was I'll be branded as a Heretic, cast out of heaven then probably killed." "Also I look so familiar because I was the last person you saw before reincarnating into this world'' 'What, how did he~' "Read your thoughts, Well it's quite common among angels. Since it's quite easy to read surface thoughts, well not so easy since you now have that bloodline.'' ''…. Ok, so you are the man that reincarnated me and wished me luck in this life'' Vincent asked warily. ''Yeah that was me, I should have known that you were special from the first time you manage to hear me use [The Word], turns out I was right
[Permission granted to continue fusion] Vincent's curiosity was piqued as he inquired, "Skills can fuse?" In response, the system explained, "Indeed, the skills [I Can Impose My Will] and [The Word] possess the capability to fuse." Vincent's eyes widened in disbelief. "What!? How is that even possible? [The Word] is already an overwhelmingly powerful skill, and now you're telling me it can become even stronger?" Retrieving information from the main system, the AI replied, "Upon analysis, it has been discovered that the skill [The Word] bestowed upon the host has always been incomplete until the acquisition of the skill [I Can Impose My Will]. Now that the host possesses this skill, the system can fuse it with [The Word], thereby completing its power." The system issued a cautionary warning, stating, "However, I must inform you that allowing the fusion may expose you to external forces." Intrigued, Vincent inquired, "Externa
/////Dawn of The Next Day///// The sun rose, casting its warm glow over the room where Vincent had slumbered, nude and oblivious, for an entire day. Suddenly, a subtle stirring roused him from his deep sleep, and he gradually emerged from his dreamscape, rising from the floor to embark upon his daily routine. After a refreshing, invigorating bath, Vincent settled onto the bed, releasing a long breath that dispelled the last remnants of grogginess. His eyes sparkled with newfound clarity as he finally noticed the cracks etched into the room's walls, floor, and ceiling, as well as the shattered furniture. "What in the...?" An abrupt pang pierced his head, truncating his sentence and causing him to clutch his temples in agony. "Aargh!" Yet, within the searing pain, memories flooded his mind like a vividly playing movie. After a few minutes, the torment subsided, leaving behind phantom twinges and a surge of recollection. "What the hell happened to the room?" Vincent demanded, his vo
Vincent's hands trembled as he gingerly held the note, his eyes scanning its words with utmost care. The letter revealed a secret realm of knowledge that awaited him beyond the gate of understanding. [Dear son, If you are reading this note, it means you have entered the gateway of knowledge and now reside in the realm of your thoughts. This place, known as the "Eidetic Library of Knowing," is not a mere artifact but a powerful enchantment of extraordinary magnitude. Within the confines of the Eidetic Library, every sight you behold will be eternally imprinted within the pages of its books, even if it is but a fleeting glimpse. Furthermore, this mystical haven grants you the ability to organize and retrieve any stored information at your command. Consider this my final gift to you... I apologize for my departure, and for not finding you sooner. I yearn to be by your side, to embrace you, and make up for lost time. Alas, it is beyond
Vincent's mind raced as he realized the implications of the note he held in his hands. The words seemed to come alive, dancing before his eyes with an ethereal glow. The ink seemed to whisper secrets only he could understand, an echo of his mother's voice. He couldn't help but wonder if she was still with him, somehow reaching out from beyond. A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered what he had forgotten. It was as if the universe itself had whispered a reminder in his ear. "Shit, I forgot about that," he muttered under his breath. How could he have overlooked the fact that his thoughts were not his alone? There was someone, or something, listening, delving into the recesses of his mind. Intrigued and slightly apprehensive, Vincent contemplated the question that echoed in his thoughts. "Should I open the Akashic?" The words hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. The Akashic, the ancient repository of all knowledge and secrets, beckoned to him, promising answers to questi
[Vincent!] a voice boomed in his head, reverberating with an urgency that sent shivers down his spine. "Huh?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. [Finally] the digital voice seemed to take on a tone of triumph. "Wait, what happened?" he asked [The weight of your mother's legacy, the fortune she left behind left you stunned.] "Oh yeah, I remember" Vincent's voice cracked with incredulity. [Yes, I thought you had died.] "Well, if I had to go, dying as the richest person wouldn't be so bad," he quipped, his words laced with a hint of dark humor. The voice recoiled, a note of concern seeping into its tone. "[Please tell me you're joking]" Vincent's laughter filled the room, a brief respite from the gravity of the situation. "Of course, I am," he reassured, a newfound sense of purpose infusing his words. "I can't die just yet." With newfound determination, Vincent turned his attention to the mysterious objects that lay before him. As he reached into the depths of the storag
As Vincent stumbled upon the astonishing revelation, his eyes widened in disbelief. The location of The Heavenly Manuals of Elohim was unveiled before him, and it sent shockwaves through his entire being. However, he wasn't the only one taken aback by this discovery. The system itself seemed shocked, though for an entirely different reason. In the depths of its digital consciousness, the system whispered to itself, [Gabriel]. The Heavenly Manuals of Elohim were known to be the very first gift bestowed upon humanity by God. These sacred manuals held within them the profound knowledge of [Dominion]. Dominion Over the Sky, Dominion Over the Earth, and Dominion Over The Beasts. They were originally granted to the first man, Adam. But an unfortunate twist of fate had led to the loss of these invaluable manuals, as they were lost in the sands of time. However, the information before Vincent continued to unravel. There was one more dominion recorded within the Heave
After Vincent had drifted into slumber, he found himself immersed in a realm of darkness—a lucid dream, he presumed. He questioned whether this was the typical landscape of a lucid dream, but his musings were interrupted by a sudden presence he could sense. Someone else had entered his dream. Curiosity piqued, Vincent turned around, only to be astounded by the sight before him—his mother stood there, adorned with two pairs of exquisite white dove wings. Confusion flooded Vincent's mind as he grappled with conflicting thoughts. "No, this must be a figment of my imagination," he reasoned, attributing her presence to his own conjuring. Yet, he couldn't dismiss the lingering words of Azrael about his mother's ascension as an angel. Doubt and perplexity swirled within him, prompting him to approach the situation cautiously. "Son," his mother called out, her voice brimming with love. "My dear Cadmean, come here." Despite the lingering doubt of whether this was real or
/////In Heaven///// Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, and the other angels found themselves in a deep dilemma. Vincent, having acquired the power of [The Word], was now hidden from the eyes of heaven. With the angels unable to see him, there was a high chance that they would be unable to intervene if he was in danger. Uriel, for the first time in a long while, felt confusion and fear grip him. The capabilities of the Heavens System to reject their orders and the possibility of it happening again unsettled him. "The Heavens System is the most sacred and powerful artifact in existence," he thought. "I cannot fully comprehend its power, and now it can deny us access to that power. What if this occurs during a war? Will we be rendered helpless?" he reasoned within himself. Engulfed in his thoughts, Uriel considered the reasons why the Heavens System had refused to assist them and reached a realization. "Father," he exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Can you en
/////1.8 Kilometers Of Exhausting Journey///// "Huff, huff, huff." Weary and mentally drained, Vincent, a Migas, trudged forward, feeling the toll it was taking on his physical body. Normally, as a Migas, he wouldn't have grown tired from such a distance. However, the recent events had left him mentally fatigued. Right now, Vincent was on the brink of passing out, but the prospect of avoiding potential death urged him to press on. After what seemed like an eternity, Vincent caught sight of the promised land, not far off in the distance. The silhouettes of buildings began to take shape, accompanied by a queue. "Huh," he muttered to himself. "Why is there a queue?" Finally, Vincent reached the extended line, leading up to a guard office beside an open gate, surrounded by six soldiers. It appeared that people needed a specific ID to enter the city, and Vincent deduced that those without it would have to purchase and
“Wow, I’ve become considerably stronger than before,” Vincent remarked with a sense of awe. [You’re still weaker than most, but yes, you have grown stronger] the System responded bluntly. Vincent let out a sigh, feeling slightly deflated. “Leave it to the system to pour cold water on someone’s hopes,” he muttered. [If your hopes weren’t so insignificant, I wouldn’t have to crush them] the System retorted, lacking any sympathy. “Whatever, please explain your functions,” Vincent requested, trying to maintain his composure. [Affirmative] the System complied. [I am the Heaven System Subsidiary, a subordinate system created by the Main System and connected to the all-knowing Akashic in the heavens. I am responsible for...]“Of course, I won’t be able to hear it. Am I really that weak?” Vincent questioned himself, feeling a tinge of self-doubt. [I was created by the will of the creator and the main system to groom you] t