I once believed that I was fundamentally different, almost as if I were not truly human.
My surroundings consist solely of perpetual darkness, which seems to surround me from every direction, leaving me with no choice but to slumber.
However, over time, I realized that this darkness persists and brings no light, creating a tranquility in which my genderless form floats.
Although I do not experience hunger until my body matures, a curious sensation begins to invade my thoughts.
I am left wondering about its source as I slowly open my dormant eyes.
To my astonishment, a luminous circle materializes before me, never fading, yet the darkness still engulfs everything else.
Inside this medium-sized circle, there are mysterious movements unfamiliar to me.
Furthermore, I bear witness to their vibrant and colorful nature, a stark contrast to the overarching darkness.
Despite lacking the capacity for emotions, I find myself particularly intrigued and deeply concerned.
Consequently, I devote my time to observing these occurrences, and each instance evokes an unconscious smile upon my face, almost as if my gaze were fixated elsewhere.
As I delve into my introspection, my innocence becomes lost.
However, one fateful day, I suddenly gained knowledge that altered my perception.
An unexpected thought suddenly occurred to me, with the notion that she hails from a parallel universe and has been reborn into this dimension, a realm unknown to many.
It seems that she possesses an extraordinary recollection, while the vessel she now inhabits is none other than my own.
I must admit, I found myself devoid of any emotions.
Nevertheless, this peculiar situation has granted me ample knowledge and understanding.
Each time she gazes into the looking glass mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself and can't help but ponder that I should rightfully be the one residing within this physical form.
It is I who should be occupying the advantageous position, a world adorned with vibrant colors that greatly appeals to me.
"How did you manage to steal everything away from me?!"
"Get out of my body!"
"I should be the one who has the right to remain in light!"
"You have no right to stay in my body!"
I demanded she vacate my body, asserting that she belonged in her place and I should be present in mine.
Despite my evident anger, she appeared unaffected by my words.
"I should be there." I murmured, as I experienced an unfamiliar sentiment - sadness.
It was at that moment that I began to comprehend its presence.
One particular day, a new revelation entered my mind - a collection of memories from her past life. And expressed through her unwavering focus on the images displayed from her own eyes as she lying on her bed.
From her eyes, In the realm of virtual reality graphics, she choose characters to be utilized. Subsequently, these chosen characters will embark on an expedition and engage in competition with fellow players upon completion. A notable word, akin to a motto representing the character being used, will manifest.
As I visualized this scenario in my mind, I perceived an individual resembling myself engaged in combat against her. To my astonishment, I discovered that it was indeed me, and my motto ascertains the following.
'The burdens of the world are overwhelming. As a supreme ruler of an Evil Organization, I shall eradicate everything and everyone mercilessly. I will pursue the path dictated by my innermost desires, ultimately leading me to seclusion.'
The realization that I am the one who shall bring ruination to the vibrant world left me profoundly disheartened and discontent.
I reassessed my stance and concluded that it is more advantageous to remain in the current state.
Even within the darkness and regardless of my posture, I maintain an unwavering balance and seem to effortlessly float.
I persist in my ritual of observing, devoid of drowsiness, although weariness eventually engulfs me when slumber becomes desirable.
There are certain races that I harbor disdain for, and I have sometimes speculated that their existence is the cause of my metamorphosis into a malevolent being.
Their influence has brought out an intense hatred within me for the world created by the gods.
As a result, I find myself frequently sighing in despair.
"Rin, let us refrain from fixating on these individuals," her thoughts penetrated my consciousness.
One day, I realized that she possessed benevolence, and I felt a sense of tranquility in her presence as I regarded her as a reflection of myself and my innermost essence.
I am also gratified that she possesses the courage to confront the world in my place. Besides, I can absorb her thoughts and knowledge with each book she reads, and I contemplate dabbling in the practice of magic as well.
Time passed, and I observed that she had found a partner, a girl whom she frequently thinks about.
I couldn't help but feel envious of the attention she diverted towards her. She only remembers me sporadically.
Frustration courses through my veins, yet I restrain my anger and let it slumber. As I succumb to a lengthy slumber, days pass me by. When I finally wake, I witness her ability to create a floating land, though she loses consciousness soon after.
I sense that the body connection between us has exceeded its bounds.
"I shall attempt to communicate with her."
「Ethereal」This place is what I refer to as an ethereal realm under my jurisdiction.
I desired to express my gladness upon seeing her, but alas, I found myself incapable of doing so. Honesty eluded me in that moment.
We conversed for a while, during which she reassured me. Unbeknownst to me, she harbored a desire to meet and converse with me as well, filling me with happiness.
In these fleeting moments, I yearned to embrace her, concealing my daunting lineage within the warmth of an embrace.
However, her physical form inexplicably transformed into a translucent state. It occurred to me that the passage of time within my realm was altered. From her feet to her head, she became a ghostly vision of pale ash.
I longed to express my emotions, yet the words that escaped my lips were merely, "You are me." However, these reversed utterances, concealed a multitude of feelings. She responded, and it was then that I realized I wore a smile.
Days passed by.
When I awoke, there she lay in bed alongside her partner.
I was taken aback by the intimate nature of their interaction, yet relieved to discover that it had not come to endearment.
Since that moment, I have been cautious, glancing both forward and backward, overcome with embarrassment.
Numerous events occurred in which I was unable to assist, leading me to uncover something of great significance.
It is as if my behavior, personality, and perspective in life were inherited from my Mother, Azalea.
"Fuhahahafuhahaha"
I couldn't help but find amusement in the situation.
Regarding my siblings, parents, and grandparents, they were all delightful individuals. Initially, I did not consider them as important to me. However, I came to realize that this perspective was erroneous and that I was not alone.
Time continued to pass, and within my dark realm, I have built a stable bed where I can rest without uncertainty and contemplate my desires, thanks to the capability I have acquired. I find solace in the fact that I am alive and have learned invaluable lessons from her.
Furthermore, I pondered the synergy between capability and power, ultimately deciding to combine them.
Although I discovered that utilizing both simultaneously was not feasible, I devised a technique to summon a substantial whirlwind from the elemental forces of wind.
Every day, I harmonize the various sources of magic within the capabilities, infusing them into the swirling air.
I have yet to command it to dissipate, and instead I have unveiled the hidden potentials within each of my three bloodlines, allowing their auras to flow freely inside and I cautiously inserted my hands from within, meticulously examining each aura as I did so.
The energy flow of the auras was invisible, yet I discerned its presence surrounding me.
The gusts of wind assumed a haphazard and impenetrable hue. Subsequently, I retreated indoors, to forge it all. As I engaged in the forging process, a compulsion to assign a name emerged.
「Technique」I proclaimed. In an instant, the wind swiftly infiltrated my being, seamlessly merging with my aura.
"I have finally achieved it. Now, it is imperative for me to rest and rejuvenate."
I once believed that I was fundamentally different, almost as if I were not truly human.
My surroundings consist solely of perpetual darkness, which seems to surround me from every direction, leaving me with no choice but to slumber.
However, over time, I realized that this darkness persists and brings no light, creating a tranquility in which my genderless form floats.
Although I do not experience hunger until my body matures, a curious sensation begins to invade my thoughts.
I am left wondering about its source as I slowly open my dormant eyes.
To my astonishment, a luminous circle materializes before me, never fading, yet the darkness still engulfs everything else.
Inside this medium-sized circle, there are mysterious movements unfamiliar to me.
Furthermore, I bear witness to their vibrant and colorful nature, a stark contrast to the overarching darkness.
Despite lacking the capacity for emotions, I find myself particularly intrigued and deeply concerned.
Consequently, I devote my time to observing these occurrences, and each instance evokes an unconscious smile upon my face, almost as if my gaze were fixated elsewhere.
As I delve into my introspection, my innocence becomes lost.
However, one fateful day, I suddenly gained knowledge that altered my perception.
An unexpected thought suddenly occurred to me, with the notion that she hails from a parallel universe and has been reborn into this dimension, a realm unknown to many.
It seems that she possesses an extraordinary recollection, while the vessel she now inhabits is none other than my own.
I must admit, I found myself devoid of any emotions.
Nevertheless, this peculiar situation has granted me ample knowledge and understanding.
Each time she gazes into the looking glass mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself and can't help but ponder that I should rightfully be the one residing within this physical form.
It is I who should be occupying the advantageous position, a world adorned with vibrant colors that greatly appeals to me.
"How did you manage to steal everything away from me?!"
"Get out of my body!"
"I should be the one who has the right to remain in light!"
"You have no right to stay in my body!"
I demanded she vacate my body, asserting that she belonged in her place and I should be present in mine.
Despite my evident anger, she appeared unaffected by my words.
"I should be there." I murmured, as I experienced an unfamiliar sentiment - sadness.
It was at that moment that I began to comprehend its presence.
One particular day, a new revelation entered my mind - a collection of memories from her past life. And expressed through her unwavering focus on the images displayed from her own eyes as she lying on her bed.
From her eyes, In the realm of virtual reality graphics, she choose characters to be utilized. Subsequently, these chosen characters will embark on an expedition and engage in competition with fellow players upon completion. A notable word, akin to a motto representing the character being used, will manifest.
As I visualized this scenario in my mind, I perceived an individual resembling myself engaged in combat against her. To my astonishment, I discovered that it was indeed me, and my motto ascertains the following.
'The burdens of the world are overwhelming. As a supreme ruler of an Evil Organization, I shall eradicate everything and everyone mercilessly. I will pursue the path dictated by my innermost desires, ultimately leading me to seclusion.'
The realization that I am the one who shall bring ruination to the vibrant world left me profoundly disheartened and discontent.
I reassessed my stance and concluded that it is more advantageous to remain in the current state.
Even within the darkness and regardless of my posture, I maintain an unwavering balance and seem to effortlessly float.
I persist in my ritual of observing, devoid of drowsiness, although weariness eventually engulfs me when slumber becomes desirable.
There are certain races that I harbor disdain for, and I have sometimes speculated that their existence is the cause of my metamorphosis into a malevolent being.
Their influence has brought out an intense hatred within me for the world created by the gods.
As a result, I find myself frequently sighing in despair.
"Rin, let us refrain from fixating on these individuals," her thoughts penetrated my consciousness.
One day, I realized that she possessed benevolence, and I felt a sense of tranquility in her presence as I regarded her as a reflection of myself and my innermost essence.
I am also gratified that she possesses the courage to confront the world in my place. Besides, I can absorb her thoughts and knowledge with each book she reads, and I contemplate dabbling in the practice of magic as well.
Time passed, and I observed that she had found a partner, a girl whom she frequently thinks about.
I couldn't help but feel envious of the attention she diverted towards her. She only remembers me sporadically.
Frustration courses through my veins, yet I restrain my anger and let it slumber. As I succumb to a lengthy slumber, days pass me by. When I finally wake, I witness her ability to create a floating land, though she loses consciousness soon after.
I sense that the body connection between us has exceeded its bounds.
"I shall attempt to communicate with her."
「Ethereal」This place is what I refer to as an ethereal realm under my jurisdiction.
I desired to express my gladness upon seeing her, but alas, I found myself incapable of doing so. Honesty eluded me in that moment.
We conversed for a while, during which she reassured me. Unbeknownst to me, she harbored a desire to meet and converse with me as well, filling me with happiness.
In these fleeting moments, I yearned to embrace her, concealing my daunting lineage within the warmth of an embrace.
However, her physical form inexplicably transformed into a translucent state. It occurred to me that the passage of time within my realm was altered. From her feet to her head, she became a ghostly vision of pale ash.
I longed to express my emotions, yet the words that escaped my lips were merely, "You are me." However, these reversed utterances, concealed a multitude of feelings. She responded, and it was then that I realized I wore a smile.
Days passed by.
When I awoke, there she lay in bed alongside her partner.
I was taken aback by the intimate nature of their interaction, yet relieved to discover that it had not come to endearment.
Since that moment, I have been cautious, glancing both forward and backward, overcome with embarrassment.
Numerous events occurred in which I was unable to assist, leading me to uncover something of great significance.
It is as if my behavior, personality, and perspective in life were inherited from my Mother, Azalea.
"Fuhahahafuhahaha"
I couldn't help but find amusement in the situation.
Regarding my siblings, parents, and grandparents, they were all delightful individuals. Initially, I did not consider them as important to me. However, I came to realize that this perspective was erroneous and that I was not alone.
Time continued to pass, and within my dark realm, I have built a stable bed where I can rest without uncertainty and contemplate my desires, thanks to the capability I have acquired. I find solace in the fact that I am alive and have learned invaluable lessons from her.
Furthermore, I pondered the synergy between capability and power, ultimately deciding to combine them.
Although I discovered that utilizing both simultaneously was not feasible, I devised a technique to summon a substantial whirlwind from the elemental forces of wind.
Every day, I harmonize the various sources of magic within the capabilities, infusing them into the swirling air.
I have yet to command it to dissipate, and instead I have unveiled the hidden potentials within each of my three bloodlines, allowing their auras to flow freely inside and I cautiously inserted my hands from within, meticulously examining each aura as I did so.
The energy flow of the auras was invisible, yet I discerned its presence surrounding me.
The gusts of wind assumed a haphazard and impenetrable hue. Subsequently, I retreated indoors, to forge it all. As I engaged in the forging process, a compulsion to assign a name emerged.
「Technique」I proclaimed. In an instant, the wind swiftly infiltrated my being, seamlessly merging with my aura.
"I have finally achieved it. Now, it is imperative for me to rest and rejuvenate."
