The infinite colors of this world are undoubtedly a breathtaking sight that I won't forget. It's a beauty akin to a spiraling streak of stars in the sky. This world doesn't even feel a bit dead. My chest leaps with joy, emotions swirling without contrast. It's like a sphere holding everything in a single spot, creating an interplay of emotions as I gaze all over the fortress. This is the fortress, a world that feels more conspicuous than outside the barrier, standing tall and covering the world with vibrant hues. “Sigh~” I let out a heavy sigh as I stared into the sky. I tried to reach out my hand through the single orb of colors dangling in the middle of Migrianitae's heavenly settlement. A torrent of colors spread, producing an out-of-this-world spectacle. My jaw hangs loose as the feelings of disbelief, fear, and agony disappear just by looking at the sky. The beating of my chest calms down, transforming itself from the anomaly of joy. It's a lively place, brimming with warmt
Life, like a vast and fertile spring, ebbs and flows with the passage of time. A fleeting moment dances on the boundary between death and an unyielding existence, indicating a never-ending pursuit of happiness. Life, akin to the first runner entering a sullied world, unfolds into its own greatness. Who would have guessed that existence itself would offer me a smile amidst the darkness enveloping my heart? Who would have thought that everything could be so fun? *Before entering Modeliăvimas* Okleneir's glittering magic color in the sky left quite an impression on me, and it somewhat affected the structure of the sphere. The things they'll generate in the simulated roleplay will have free will, much like people. Free will assures that no one succumbs to the insignificance known as destruction. Everyone thrives, akin to bliss, in a world that predicts future joy in the memories of certainty. I don't want to let them down with this game. Even if it's just in this simulation, I want t
Life blooms like a waterfall, an abundance of creation showcasing diverse landscapes flourishing with flowers. Picture a world of ice, entrapped in a singular fog, with an unusual volcano formation beside it, creating a mystical atmosphere. An island atop the sky gazes upon the entirety of the world, witnessing every change that unfolds without a worry for its own existence. At the bottom of the ocean lies a realm of creation, with sea creatures gracefully swimming amidst the saltiness that engulfs seventy percent of the land. It's a vast world beneath the sphere, hidden and teeming with life. Everything seemed possible—that's what I believed. Events could unfold without my or anyone else's intervention. Expressing your desires to others means sharing thoughts without the fear of alteration. However, it appears life doesn't adhere to such simplicity; it plays around like a capricious tool. Everyone adhered to the rules and followed the rules of the game. An accurate depiction of w
MIRAI POV: Seraphim’s Room I'm glad that Mori opted to go for a walk without us. I feared he'd be discouraged if we left him alone. I don't want to see him cry or get upset with us; I want him to continue to smile. As I let him go, a heavy feeling settled in my chest, as if letting him go now would have consequences later. Maybe I'll come to him later after we've finished hearing what Seraphim has to say. Right now, though, we're preoccupied with something much more dire, something in need of immediate resolution. "I've called you all here without Mori because I have something of utmost importance to discuss before you know. Dead. The ruination of everything. But before that. Have you all managed to calm down from the memories I shared earlier?" Seraphim asked, sipping on some coffee from a small cup. “Well… we’re probably okay, right?” Louis asked me and Flure. “Y-yeah…” I think Flure is still quite shaken, as I could see his hands trembling. “Mhm. I’m fine.” I replied. Turning
A muffled voice spoke. Entity. (3) Entity. (1) …you… are… noth…ing but a… creation… to the hopes… of others… a… trash… piled… hope… even if… you… continuously… cling… for happiness… the end… will always come… I feel cold. …there …is …nothing… but darkness… in the… abyss of fate… to the lines of consciousness… to the starry sky… filled with our eyes… constantly… looking… finding… laughing… staring… at the crevice… within… the cracks… of dimension… I feel lonely. …to the one… you call… friends… [You are nothing but an illness to the fabric of life of everyone around you. A hopeless creation of the world.] I feel like someone is saying something to me. A voice that is different from Atelier. A voice of a man that is telling me something. I feel cold… Yet I’m not shivering. It’s different. The space around me is much different from what I’m comfortable with. [A girl is crying in the distance.] I hear a cry in the distance of a girl on the sidewalk of a house. It was beggi
[You have awakened from a world that was enveloped with darkness.] [You can't move your entire body even though you think you're pushing it.] [You keep hearing these tiny droplets of water in the distance, gradually getting closer between 5-second intervals.] [You feel warm on one side of your body but cold on the other.] [Some voices tell you something, but you don't understand what it is saying.] [You're currently floating in the darkness upside down.] "... This is such an unusual sight between you and this world." [You heard a familiar voice.] "Ek@!@0328l --- .... -.-.-- / .-- .... .- - / .... .- .--. .--. . -. . -.. / - --- / -.-- --- ..- -.-.--" [You feel your soul slipping away as the sound of droplets becomes a 0.00001-second interval.] [Time is moving so slowly that everything feels weird for you.] [You're experiencing the effects of vertigo within the darkness of death that lingers within you.] [One. Two. Three. Four. Five… You kept on counting. To pass the time.]
[A loud static reverberates in your head.] "Welcome!" " Wel-Wel-Wel-Wel-Welcome to Se-Se-Seraphim’s World!” My head hurts like I just slam my head into a wall for no reason. My eyes were shut, and my eyelids were too heavy to open themselves even though I was forcing it. I tried to adjust but felt a heatwave constantly pricking my body. {Heatwave?} “UWAH!” I forcefully opened my eyes to see where I was as my body felt the unusual hotness of the place. I looked around and found myself surrounded by a flame constantly raging from a 20-mile radius away. The intense heat it emits can still reach my area even though the difference between us is far. “Seraphim! Where are you!” I yelled out for Seraphim since she must’ve been the cause of why this happened. The only thing I can remember before I got here was when Seraphim acted strangely. Let’s look back at my steps since I’m horrified at the scene before me. [Mori leaned his hands on his face.] When I left Okleneir’s house, I headed
What would happen to a lump of meat when you cook it directly on fire? Would it cook and turn crispy? Or would it just cook-cook? Let’s change the term. What would happen to a lump of burning human meat if you roast it into a flame that is as hot as the lava of a volcano? Do you know how rotten human flesh is when you burn it when you’re in war? No? Well, I know you wouldn’t be able to guess it since it was also my first time seeing my people burn to death while I was just watching them since they were already dead. It made me vomit the first time I saw the people I was commanding get burned to death while I was still a hero. The smell would turn your stomach sick as it would find it very delicious yet disgusting in my eyes. Even though I was the strongest mage than the early mage hero that took this title, I was crying beside someone. I don’t remember the face of the person that I cried to. I always wonder who it was. All I knew was that person is an important one to me that I alwa