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
/////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
/////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