UNKILLABLE IN ISEKAI: Volume 2

Chapter 126:The Prophecy Unveiled - Episode 1

As the energy faded, the village stood in stunned silence.

Kokoro turned to me, her gaze filled with awe, gratitude… and worry.

"You’ve given them everything," she whispered.

I exhaled slowly, feeling the strain settle into my bones. My XPT was nearly depleted.

But as I looked out at the villagers, their eyes alight with newfound purpose, I knew…

It had all been worth it.

The entire village felt it—the shift, the renewal.

Both young and old were now fully empowered, their bodies and souls renewed. The elderly, who once felt the weight of time pressing upon them, now stood tall with newfound vitality. Yet, my XPT had given them a choice: to remain as they were, return to the peak of their youth, or exist in between.

Each choice was personal, a reflection of their experiences and desires. Some chose to embrace their younger selves, vibrant and strong once more. Others, like Grandma Haruko, chose to retain their elder form, their wisdom and grace untouched by the changes. No matter their decision, they all possessed their newly awakened magic, stronger than ever before.

And yet, despite all these transformations, Kokoro remained the most powerful among them. Second only to me.

The villagers turned to me, gratitude shining in their eyes. But beneath their thankfulness, I could feel their concern. They could sense it.

My XPT energy was fading.

The power that had given so much was nearing its end, its existence dwindling into nothingness. But just as I prepared to accept this fate, my XPT revealed its final act—one last miracle before it disappeared forever.

A fragment of its remaining energy surged outward, enveloping the entire village in a brilliant, blinding light.

In that moment, something incredible happened.

The ruined landscape around us shifted, rebuilt, evolved. Before our eyes, the remains of Kokoro Heart Village reshaped into something far beyond our imagination. The very foundations of the land expanded and advanced in ways none of us had thought possible.

When the light faded, the villagers stood in stunned silence, their eyes widening at the transformation before them.

Kokoro Heart Village was no longer just a village.

It had become something more.

The heart of the village still remained, its essence untouched, but now modernized and expanded, seamlessly merging nature with civilization. The once simple pathways were now smooth roads, bridges, and walkways that stretched far beyond the borders we once knew.

Beyond the village, the surrounding lands had been developed into various districts:

Some resembled a city, filled with advanced infrastructure, towering structures, and high-tech workshops.

Some retained a peaceful village atmosphere, preserving the traditions and harmony of our past.

Some had evolved into thriving towns and prefectures, creating a rich and diverse ecosystem.

Some transformed into island sanctuaries, where nature and magic intertwined beautifully.

And throughout it all, cutting-edge technology seamlessly blended with magic.

Streetlights illuminated every junction. Communication towers and internet networks connected us to the world beyond. Vehicles and high-tech equipment now existed where none had before. Homes, markets, and institutions stood stronger, grander, and more advanced.

Even the people themselves had changed. My XPT, in its final act, had not only given them power—it had enhanced their intellect.

Scholars, inventors, professors, and visionaries would soon rise from among them, ensuring that our civilization would continue to grow.

It was beyond anything we had ever hoped for.

A utopia. A paradise on Earth. A heaven built by sacrifice and resilience.

I stood there, taking it all in, feeling the last remnants of my XPT energy settle into the very foundation of this new world.

Kokoro, who had been by my side through it all, turned to me. There was no mistaking the emotions in her eyes—awe, gratitude… and something deeper.

Without hesitation, she embraced me.

This time, the hug was different. It was fierce, unrestrained, and deeply personal. In front of the entire village, she held me as if she never wanted to let go.

And for a moment, I allowed myself to simply exist in that embrace—knowing that, for the first time in a long while, we had won.

As the awe of our new utopia settled upon the villagers, Kokoro stepped forward once more.

Her presence radiated with newfound strength, a High Priestess and leader reborn. Her voice carried across the crowd, clear and resolute.

“We have endured suffering and hardship,” she began, her golden aura shimmering with power. “But now, we have emerged stronger than ever.”

The people listened, captivated by her words.

“With this strength comes a responsibility,” she continued. “We must not hoard our blessings but share them. We know what it means to struggle, to fight for survival. Others across the land suffer as we once did. No more.

A new law shall be added to our old ones—a law of compassion, unity, and expansion. We will aid those in need. We will build beyond our borders. We will become a beacon of hope to the world.”

Her words sparked a fire in the hearts of the people. Applause erupted, voices cheered, and a new dream was born.

I stood beside her, watching as our people embraced the future. And I couldn’t agree more.

With the gathering dismissed, the villagers dispersed, some still in disbelief at their beautiful new homes—each one crafted with care, fully furnished, and personalized. The once simple dwellings had become masterpieces of comfort and design.

As Kokoro and I made our way toward Grandma Haruko, we were greeted by something astonishing—our home.

Or rather, our new home.

It was far larger than before, elegant yet familiar, seamlessly blending tradition with innovation. Grandma Haruko's eyes widened in wonder as she took in the beauty of it.

And yet… something caught our attention.

Standing beside the grand new structure was our old house.

Untouched. Preserved. Every stone, every carving, every tiny detail remained exactly as it had been before the village’s transformation. It was as if time had refused to alter it.

A silent question passed between us. Why?

Kokoro, ever perceptive, solved the mystery first.

She turned to us with a knowing smile. “Your XPT honored this home. It wasn’t just a house—it was a place of healing, of refuge. It saw the history, the significance, and chose to preserve it.”

Her words struck a deep chord within me. She was right. This home had been a sanctuary. And then, a new idea came to her.

“Let’s repurpose it,” Kokoro suggested. “A shrine. A healing temple. A place of spiritual guidance and solace for all who seek it.”

Grandma Haruko and I exchanged a glance, then nodded in agreement. It was perfect.

With our decision made, we turned toward our new home. Just as we were about to step inside, Kokoro suddenly stopped me.

Her expression shifted—serious, yet fascinated.

She studied me closely, her piercing gaze sensing something unseen.

“There’s… something within you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

She hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

“It’s a presence. A force. Something powerful, benevolent… yet evolving.”

I frowned slightly. “You think it’s my XPT?”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure. It feels different. It’s cultivating itself, constantly growing… changing.”

I blinked. I didn’t feel anything. Not a trace.

I shrugged with a small smile. “Maybe you’re sensing the seal on my forehead. I can control it at will.”

Kokoro, however, wasn’t convinced.

“No,” she murmured. “It’s something else. Something… beyond even that.”

A chill ran down my spine, but I pushed the thought aside. If it was something important, I would sense it myself—right?

With that, I let out a quiet chuckle and shook my head. “Well, whatever it is, I guess I’ll find out eventually.”

Kokoro didn’t press further. Instead, she smiled softly and reached for my hand.

Together, we stepped into our new home, ready for whatever the future would bring.

***

The council hall stood as a monument to the past, a place where history and progress met. The room was grand, with symbols carved into the walls that spoke of the villagers' perseverance—the trials they had faced, the battles they had won, and the future they were now building. Each council member was dressed in ornate garments, symbols of their role in the village’s rebirth, while vigilant warriors stood at attention, guarding the sacred space.

Kokoro and I were present, along with Grandma Haruko, watching the meeting unfold. The atmosphere was a mix of determination and anticipation as ideas for the village's future were laid out. The vision was clear: Kokoro Heart Village was ready to extend its hand to the world, to reach out to the neighboring regions and offer aid and partnership.

Several strategic plans were discussed:

Expanding influence through alliances and trade,

Establishing a global presence to foster peace and cooperation,

Strengthening defenses to ensure protection while aiding others.

I listened intently, my thoughts drifting momentarily to the vast changes we had all witnessed. Kokoro Heart Village, once a humble settlement, had become a technologically advanced paradise—flying vehicles crisscrossed the skies, while drones and androids worked seamlessly alongside people. The landscape was a blend of lush greenery and futuristic technology, advanced buildings standing tall amidst beautiful gardens and peaceful, expansive plains. The agriculture thrived, producing crops of unimaginable variety, feeding the people in abundance.

The people, too, had transformed. They were no longer just healers; they had become scholars, warriors, strategists, and visionaries—highly trained in the art of magictech and combat. There were no longer concerns over external threats. With the warrior units equipped with high-tech armor and formidable weapons, the village was not only a sanctuary but a fortress in its own right.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and amazement at how far we had come. A year and six months, and the village had transformed into something that others might only dream of. Our unity and effort had led to this—an empire not built on domination but on collaboration and mutual respect.

“Wow! You guys really thought of everything and went all out,” I said aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I admired the plans before me. Kokoro glanced at me with a playful glint in her eyes and chuckled.

“You should see the wider picture, my love. This is just the beginning,” she said, her voice soft yet firm.

She looked stunning, as always. Her age was no longer something that defined her—there was a youthful radiance about her that defied time itself. To the villagers, she was both the pillar of strength and a timeless beauty, her inner power only growing stronger with each passing day.

Her beauty had evolved, but what struck me more was how she had evolved alongside the village, a living embodiment of its transformation. She was ageless, and if anything, it was as if her energy and strength had only been renewed by the village’s rebirth.

I couldn’t help but wonder about the mystery of her nature—how was it that she, too, had become so entwined with Kokoro Heart Village’s fate?

As we all gathered around the council table, the meeting continued, the discussion shifting towards the ongoing purge of monsters from the forests nearby. The warrior units had made great progress in clearing the area, now deemed a nature preserve. The land was being restored, and magical sensors had been placed to monitor the balance of nature.

“Nature’s beauty and balance are sacred,” one of the council members declared. “We’ve ensured that no harm will come to this sacred ground, but we’ve also created a neutralizer to deal with any threats.”

“Smart,” I murmured, my amusement rising. “You really have thought of everything.”

Kokoro's laughter was like music, her eyes lighting up with pride. "Of course," she teased. "We’ve worked hard for this, and we won't let anything disrupt it."

The village, I realized, wasn’t just a home for us—it was a beacon. A beacon of what could be achieved through unity, sacrifice, and a shared dream. And as we looked toward the horizon, I felt a quiet certainty that nothing would stand in our way.

The meeting’s conclusion felt like the calm after a storm, the weight of future decisions hanging in the air as everyone filed out of the council hall. The people were eager to get back to their respective tasks, each one focused on the bright future ahead, but the atmosphere around Kokoro, Grandma Haruko, and me shifted when Grandma Haruko called us back. Her tone was softer, her usual strength shadowed by something deeper—something that caused a subtle unease to settle in my chest.

We turned to face her, and I noticed the way she looked at us, her expression bittersweet. She looked as though she had carried the weight of many years, and in that moment, she seemed to feel the heavy burden of time passing. Kokoro and I exchanged a glance, both of us sensing that something important was coming. It was then that Grandma Haruko's words hit us like a wave. She spoke of a grandchild, from Kokoro and me.

"What?" we both exclaimed in unison, our voices blending in the shock that washed over us. We had never expected such a request, especially not from Grandma Haruko, who had always been the pillar of wisdom and strength. Her chuckle didn’t help ease the confusion or surprise, but we couldn’t help but stare at her as she smiled at us, clearly amused by our reaction.

The request was unexpected, and the meaning behind it seemed to touch something deep within the core of our beings. Kokoro, though ageless, had lived through countless lifetimes of experiences, her responsibilities ever growing. I knew she was not one to rush into decisions of the heart—her life was woven into the fabric of her people, her land, and the duty she carried with pride. But to hear Grandma Haruko—someone so deeply connected to Kokoro—speak of the wish to see grandchildren before her time came to an end was a moment that caught both of us off guard.

"Why would you want to see us have a child?" Kokoro asked softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of warmth and concern. The question wasn’t born from reluctance but from her awareness of the magnitude of such a step. And for me, the feeling was mutual—this idea, though beautiful, felt distant, almost impossible.

Grandma Haruko’s response came gently, yet with a certain finality that only someone of her age could hold. She told us that she wasn’t getting any younger, her years of wisdom and experience having long passed the ordinary span of a human lifetime. Two hundred and fifty years had granted her a unique perspective on life, but time, even for someone as wise and enduring as her, was running out. She pleaded with Kokoro, not for the child but for life—to honor her wish to see Kokoro have grandchildren before she passed away.

Throughout our conversation, Grandma Haruko's gaze remained fixed on Kokoro, a silent plea in her eyes that Kokoro seemed to understand deeply. She reminded Kokoro of the countless times she had revived her, bringing her back whenever she passed peacefully in her sleep. "You wouldn't want me gone just yet," Grandma Haruko said softly, despite Kokoro's quiet reluctance to let her go.

"But Grandma, I need you!" Kokoro’s voice cracked slightly as the weight of the request bore down on her. The idea of losing Grandma Haruko, who had been a constant, was something Kokoro hadn’t yet prepared for. I could feel the deep love and attachment Kokoro held for her, a love that transcended the words they shared.

"I know, my grandchild," Grandma Haruko said, her tone full of tenderness. "But you don’t have to keep doing that. After all, you have Joseph with you and peace in our land. I’ve seen enough, and I know that life must move on. I’ve had a long life, and there’s peace in knowing that. My time has come, Kokoro. But I ask you to give me this one wish—one last act to honor my life before I leave."

Kokoro's reluctance was clear—she had responsibilities she couldn’t easily abandon. Her life had been bound to duty, the fate of her people and the well-being of Kokoro Heart Village. But Grandma Haruko saw something Kokoro hadn’t fully acknowledged in herself—her growing sense of balance between love, duty, and the desire for a future she hadn’t yet allowed herself to imagine.

As the conversation deepened, Kokoro turned to me, her eyes searching for answers. I understood her unspoken thoughts—our bond, though close, was not one of romance. I had become more like a brother, a guardian to Kokoro and Grandma Haruko. My place in their lives had always been one of respect and support, not of love in the traditional sense.

Yet, I could see how Grandma Haruko, with her longing for a legacy, might believe that Kokoro and I were meant to be more than just companions. Kokoro and I were intertwined in a way that many would see as perfect for marriage, but the truth was more complicated. Our connection had never been of the romantic nature—it was built on trust, shared history, and mutual respect.

Despite this, Kokoro made a promise to Grandma Haruko, one that wasn’t filled with certainty but with the intention to give love a chance when the time was right. “I will,” Kokoro said, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. “But I don’t know when. I can’t promise it’ll happen soon, but I will try. For you.”

Grandma Haruko’s eyes softened with relief. The promise, though uncertain, was enough. It gave her peace, knowing that even if she didn’t live to see great-grandchildren, Kokoro would be ready to embrace love when the time was right.

With that, we all left the council hall together, the air between us still heavy with the weight of promises and unspoken truths, but somehow lighter than it had been before.