Lately, I have been fantasizing about the past a lot. Normally, I would think about lewd things bordering on salacious and philosophical. Like which is better? Boobs or Thighs? Personally, I think they are both equally important. Imagine a person having one, but not the other. It is mortifying! Seeing a person without a chest and only legs, or without legs but only a chest? That will be traumatic!!
Speaking of fantasies, I tend to often imagine my reincarnation in this world with the tags of transmigration (obviously), slice of life, face slapping, and school life. But where are they now? I have been killing the Transmigration stuff recently, but the others? Oh, I am miserable at them. My life as of this moment is literally being sliced into pieces. The face slapping? I wish. My face will most likely be sucked into a random black hole because the universe wants to mess with me. My school life? Do I still go to school? I mean, when is the last time am I in school?
Get it?
The control room hums with a low buzz as I gather the personnel, their eyes reflecting anticipation. I summon my paraphernalia from my Witch King Storage, the mystical artifacts materializing in my hands. Kim Hosup steps forward, a willing assistant in this endeavor.
I plug the arcane instruments into the control panel, the seamless integration proof of my genius and meticulous preparation… if not preparation, then my very resourceful thinking. Hosup, with his adept knowledge, assists me in the delicate process. The atmosphere crackles with energy as the dragon-based supercomputer awakens.
Cube's electronic voice resonates through the room, addressing me with calculated precision. "The Extradimensional Router is loading," she informs. "It will take seven hours for it to completely load."
A sense of urgency grips me as I weigh the impending wait. Time is of the essence. "Hosup," I command, "ramp up your Gift, High-Speed Networking. We can't afford to wait seven hours." Hosup nods, determination in his eyes, and channels his abilities to accelerate the loading process.
As the room pulsates with energy, Cube's voice reassures, "High Speed Networking engaged. Loading process expedited." The countdown begins, each passing moment a heartbeat in the race against time.
While my comrades are busy on the surface evacuating people, Hosup and I are busy trying to save the other timelines. We aren’t really saving them, but more of giving them a fighting chance at least. The Seer and Lancaster are being such jerks for even thinking of bombing the timelines.
Those heartless fools! But there is too little for me and Hosup to do.
I hope the window of opportunity to save people has not yet come to pass us.
Hosup winces, a pained expression etched across his face, as the migraine intensifies. I swiftly retrieve a healing potion from my inventory, its shimmering contents swirling within a delicate vial, affixed to a syringe. With urgency, I stab the syringe towards him, injecting relief into his system.
"This medicine is filled with anti-fatigue enzymes," I assure him. "It should alleviate your stress." Hosup nods gratefully, the pain gradually subsiding as the potion takes effect.
"Thank you," he manages to say, his voice more composed. I gesture toward the control panel. "Get back to monitoring the evacuation. I'll handle the communication across timelines." Hosup nods again, resolute, and returns to his post.
In one corner, I settle down, fingers dancing across the keyboard. The hum of the control room surrounds me as I initiate contact with other timelines. Each keystroke resonates with purpose. The first thing I do is try to connect with my skeleton from the First Iteration… Sadly, no feedback… I guess I have to do it the old-fashioned way.
Fingers fly across the keyboard, turning and twisting the signal, altering wave frequencies in the smallest gaps, hoping for a connection. Finally, a breakthrough. I connect to a device, the virtual tendrils reaching across dimensions. With urgency, I shout, my voice echoing through the electronic channels.
"I am Hyon Hyung!!" I declare. "Spread the word. Someone is attempting to destroy your world!"
Before I can finish my urgent plea, a voice on the other side erupts, hostility palpable. "Shut up, or I'll kill you!" The threat hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation I'm trying to convey.
I pause, knowing the incredibility of my message. The End of the World is not a frequent occurrence, and disbelief is a natural response. For most, the concept of an apocalypse may seem distant, an abstract idea that doesn't concern them as long as they can adapt. Yet, here I am, a messenger with a warning that transcends the ordinary.
I persist, trying several more times to contact people from the First Iteration, but luck eludes me. Doubt, fear, and the struggle for survival seem to be the barriers preventing them from heeding my warning. That’s understandable considering that the First Iteraion is in the midst of Outcall. Frustration mounts with each unsuccessful attempt.
“This is Hyon Hyung, I bear a message that your world might be in danger!” I routinely speak to the mic, hoping that this time, the other person is naïve enough to believe me. I am like doing a hopeless pull-in gacha with really bad luck. If it is someone like Kim Suho on the other end or Rachel, they might at least try hearing me!
Finally, after the nth try, a familiar voice breaks through the digital haze. Shin Myungchul's voice echoes from the control panel. He questions, "Are you really Hyon Hyung?"
"Yes, yes, it's me!" I respond eagerly, a surge of relief coursing through me.
The voice on the other end remains skeptical, demanding proof. Without hesitation, I dive into the past, recounting the memorable encounter where I decisively defeated Shin Myungchul and his gang. “Myungchul! You bastard! This is your Hyung you are talking about! Do recall I kicked your ass the first time we met!” The details spill from my lips, a vivid narrative that only someone intimately acquainted with those events could recount.
I quickly relay the urgent information to Shin Myungchul, explaining the dire situation unfolding across the timelines. "Someone plans to bomb the timelines," I urgently declare. "Many lives are at stake."
I proceed to narrate a summary of the unfolding crisis, detailing how a Djinn named Lancaster is on a destructive warpath, threatening to unleash chaos across the interconnected dimensions.
Myungchul's expression tightens with worry, concern etched across his face. "This is bad," he murmurs.
I offer a reassuring tone, attempting to assuage his fears. "Don't worry, the First Iteration is safe," I assure him. "I managed to snatch the Miracle Stone, the fuel for the bomb, in this particular Alternate Timeline."
Relief washes over Myungchul's features. He whispers to himself, "Thank god."
The tension in the air eases, if only slightly, knowing that at least one timeline has been spared from the impending catastrophe that Lancaster is perpetrating.
All 666 timelines exist simultaneously yet independently. This means that Lancaster cannot travel to the First Iteration where the Miracle Stone still exists at one point in time. It is a very complex matter. While the idea of time travel gives us the power to travel through time, it cannot send us to a ‘point of time’ that we want, but instead, drops us to a configured branch of reality existing as a universe of its own. The nature of Planet Earth, the so-called Afterlife itself, must be playing a grand role in this.
I speak to Shin Myungchul with a stern tone, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "Listen carefully," I urge him. "I plan to make the First Iteration a refuge. I will bring as many people as possible and evacuate them across the timelines. I intend to save as many lives as I can, and I need you to receive us."
Myungchul, understanding the urgency, responds with sincerity. "I'll do my best to help," he assures me.
I sigh, a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," I say sincerely, acknowledging the weight of the task at hand. In times of crisis, the willingness of others to lend a hand becomes a lifeline.
But seriously I miss the old times, and my cringe antics.
I hope the power of love can save us this time.
Announcement I am high asf from sleep deprivation and the energy drink is killing me, so I can only write this chapter. I'll try to make up tomorrow. College is killing me, and with the exams and research subject lately, of course, I will be tired.
Lately, I have been fantasizing about the past a lot. Normally, I would think about lewd things bordering on salacious and philosophical. Like which is better? Boobs or Thighs? Personally, I think they are both equally important. Imagine a person having one, but not the other. It is mortifying! Seeing a person without a chest and only legs, or without legs but only a chest? That will be traumatic!!
Speaking of fantasies, I tend to often imagine my reincarnation in this world with the tags of transmigration (obviously), slice of life, face slapping, and school life. But where are they now? I have been killing the Transmigration stuff recently, but the others? Oh, I am miserable at them. My life as of this moment is literally being sliced into pieces. The face slapping? I wish. My face will most likely be sucked into a random black hole because the universe wants to mess with me. My school life? Do I still go to school? I mean, when is the last time am I in school?
Get it?
The control room hums with a low buzz as I gather the personnel, their eyes reflecting anticipation. I summon my paraphernalia from my Witch King Storage, the mystical artifacts materializing in my hands. Kim Hosup steps forward, a willing assistant in this endeavor.
I plug the arcane instruments into the control panel, the seamless integration proof of my genius and meticulous preparation… if not preparation, then my very resourceful thinking. Hosup, with his adept knowledge, assists me in the delicate process. The atmosphere crackles with energy as the dragon-based supercomputer awakens.
Cube's electronic voice resonates through the room, addressing me with calculated precision. "The Extradimensional Router is loading," she informs. "It will take seven hours for it to completely load."
A sense of urgency grips me as I weigh the impending wait. Time is of the essence. "Hosup," I command, "ramp up your Gift, High-Speed Networking. We can't afford to wait seven hours." Hosup nods, determination in his eyes, and channels his abilities to accelerate the loading process.
As the room pulsates with energy, Cube's voice reassures, "High Speed Networking engaged. Loading process expedited." The countdown begins, each passing moment a heartbeat in the race against time.
While my comrades are busy on the surface evacuating people, Hosup and I are busy trying to save the other timelines. We aren’t really saving them, but more of giving them a fighting chance at least. The Seer and Lancaster are being such jerks for even thinking of bombing the timelines.
Those heartless fools! But there is too little for me and Hosup to do.
I hope the window of opportunity to save people has not yet come to pass us.
Hosup winces, a pained expression etched across his face, as the migraine intensifies. I swiftly retrieve a healing potion from my inventory, its shimmering contents swirling within a delicate vial, affixed to a syringe. With urgency, I stab the syringe towards him, injecting relief into his system.
"This medicine is filled with anti-fatigue enzymes," I assure him. "It should alleviate your stress." Hosup nods gratefully, the pain gradually subsiding as the potion takes effect.
"Thank you," he manages to say, his voice more composed. I gesture toward the control panel. "Get back to monitoring the evacuation. I'll handle the communication across timelines." Hosup nods again, resolute, and returns to his post.
In one corner, I settle down, fingers dancing across the keyboard. The hum of the control room surrounds me as I initiate contact with other timelines. Each keystroke resonates with purpose. The first thing I do is try to connect with my skeleton from the First Iteration… Sadly, no feedback… I guess I have to do it the old-fashioned way.
Fingers fly across the keyboard, turning and twisting the signal, altering wave frequencies in the smallest gaps, hoping for a connection. Finally, a breakthrough. I connect to a device, the virtual tendrils reaching across dimensions. With urgency, I shout, my voice echoing through the electronic channels.
"I am Hyon Hyung!!" I declare. "Spread the word. Someone is attempting to destroy your world!"
Before I can finish my urgent plea, a voice on the other side erupts, hostility palpable. "Shut up, or I'll kill you!" The threat hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation I'm trying to convey.
I pause, knowing the incredibility of my message. The End of the World is not a frequent occurrence, and disbelief is a natural response. For most, the concept of an apocalypse may seem distant, an abstract idea that doesn't concern them as long as they can adapt. Yet, here I am, a messenger with a warning that transcends the ordinary.
I persist, trying several more times to contact people from the First Iteration, but luck eludes me. Doubt, fear, and the struggle for survival seem to be the barriers preventing them from heeding my warning. That’s understandable considering that the First Iteraion is in the midst of Outcall. Frustration mounts with each unsuccessful attempt.
“This is Hyon Hyung, I bear a message that your world might be in danger!” I routinely speak to the mic, hoping that this time, the other person is naïve enough to believe me. I am like doing a hopeless pull-in gacha with really bad luck. If it is someone like Kim Suho on the other end or Rachel, they might at least try hearing me!
Finally, after the nth try, a familiar voice breaks through the digital haze. Shin Myungchul's voice echoes from the control panel. He questions, "Are you really Hyon Hyung?"
"Yes, yes, it's me!" I respond eagerly, a surge of relief coursing through me.
The voice on the other end remains skeptical, demanding proof. Without hesitation, I dive into the past, recounting the memorable encounter where I decisively defeated Shin Myungchul and his gang. “Myungchul! You bastard! This is your Hyung you are talking about! Do recall I kicked your ass the first time we met!” The details spill from my lips, a vivid narrative that only someone intimately acquainted with those events could recount.
I quickly relay the urgent information to Shin Myungchul, explaining the dire situation unfolding across the timelines. "Someone plans to bomb the timelines," I urgently declare. "Many lives are at stake."
I proceed to narrate a summary of the unfolding crisis, detailing how a Djinn named Lancaster is on a destructive warpath, threatening to unleash chaos across the interconnected dimensions.
Myungchul's expression tightens with worry, concern etched across his face. "This is bad," he murmurs.
I offer a reassuring tone, attempting to assuage his fears. "Don't worry, the First Iteration is safe," I assure him. "I managed to snatch the Miracle Stone, the fuel for the bomb, in this particular Alternate Timeline."
Relief washes over Myungchul's features. He whispers to himself, "Thank god."
The tension in the air eases, if only slightly, knowing that at least one timeline has been spared from the impending catastrophe that Lancaster is perpetrating.
All 666 timelines exist simultaneously yet independently. This means that Lancaster cannot travel to the First Iteration where the Miracle Stone still exists at one point in time. It is a very complex matter. While the idea of time travel gives us the power to travel through time, it cannot send us to a ‘point of time’ that we want, but instead, drops us to a configured branch of reality existing as a universe of its own. The nature of Planet Earth, the so-called Afterlife itself, must be playing a grand role in this.
I speak to Shin Myungchul with a stern tone, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "Listen carefully," I urge him. "I plan to make the First Iteration a refuge. I will bring as many people as possible and evacuate them across the timelines. I intend to save as many lives as I can, and I need you to receive us."
Myungchul, understanding the urgency, responds with sincerity. "I'll do my best to help," he assures me.
I sigh, a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," I say sincerely, acknowledging the weight of the task at hand. In times of crisis, the willingness of others to lend a hand becomes a lifeline.
But seriously I miss the old times, and my cringe antics.
I hope the power of love can save us this time.
Announcement I am high asf from sleep deprivation and the energy drink is killing me, so I can only write this chapter. I'll try to make up tomorrow. College is killing me, and with the exams and research subject lately, of course, I will be tired.