Author Note (June 2025):- Back when I first began writing this story, I didn't have an inkling of how the story would end up. For that reason, the first volume is horrendous and would be rewritten in due time. So, you may find some inconsistencies should you read a non-edited chapter right after an edited one. As for the story itself - it genuinely takes off from the second volume and on forth (after chapter 50).
NOTICE (June 29th 2025):- This book is being actively edited. Certain paragraph comments might make no sense due to that. Each edited chapter will have a notice with the date it was edited at the top.
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As I regain my clarity, several thoughts pass through my mind. The most prominent one being: "What the hell just happened?"
I gradually open my eyes, only to be blinded by sunlight. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that I just died... Or so I think?
If I died, then how am I thinking right now? Beats me. But I'm almost certain of it: I died. It wasn't a dramatic death of sorts; I just died a slow, crippling death due to terminal cancer. The last moments of my life were nothing impressive, as far as I remember.
A warm hand was holding mine as I took my last few breaths. My little sister. She was the only one who actually cared about me. My parents knew that my situation was bleak, so they had completely given up on me. I take it that my death would've been too painful for them, so they tried to avoid thinking about it as much as they could. Yes, that must've been it.
None of that matters now that I've died.
Or so I say, but I don't seem to be dead. Weird.
Taking a deep breath, I attempt to raise my body, and I surprisingly succeed. This normally should've been impossible, but the current situation seems to be anything but normal.
"Here we go," I mutter as I make an extra attempt to get off the bed I am lying on. Huh? My voice has changed. Like, a lot. In fact, it's safe to say that it sounded completely different from the voice in my memories.
That aside, I don't recall the hospital bed being this high... Huh... my height? It has changed? What? Where am I?
I'm not in the hospital. What's going on? I know I convinced myself that I died, but this is still creepy. Don't tell me the afterlife is actually a thing. I mean, even if it were, this place would probably be the last thing I'd imagine it to look like.
I am in a room—specifically, a bedroom. A very empty bedroom. And by empty, I mean that I see barely any personal belongings.
I hear the sound of a door opening. Looking towards it, I spot a girl with silver hair tied into long pigtails entering the room. She looks my way and seems a little bewildered, but that expression soon shifts to one of relief as she hurriedly approaches me.
"Haru! How do you feel?" Her rather lovely voice reaches my ears. Hold up... What was that language, and why do I understand it? Based on her looks, she is a beauty of Eastern origins. Perhaps, Japanese? Now that I think about it, this room does look like a typical Japanese room you'd see in a TV show taking place in Japan.
"Haru?" She breaks me out of my reverie.
"Uh. Umm, can you understand what I'm saying?" I ask her nervously. My mouth somehow replicates the language she just spoke, which I assume is Japanese.
"Huh? What are you saying? Forget that. How do you feel? Does your body hurt anywhere?"
Well, my brain does. Seriously, what's going on? Her response suggests that she understood me perfectly fine, so that's a relief at least.
"I'm not feeling any physical pain," I respond truthfully.
She lets out a small sigh. Cute. Now that I take a good look at her, she is one heck of a beauty. For one, she seems... squishy. By that, I mean to say that she is the perfect combination of pretty and adorable. A white-skinned, doll-like body. She's petite. In fact, I'd say that calling her "fragile" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
The girl's expression suddenly changes, from worry and relief to that of a glare.
"What happened to you? Why did she bring you over?" she asks with a hint of menace in her voice. I could swear that the menace seemed to grow when she asked the second question. Who is this "she" though?
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Important note: Don't judge the story from early on, as it's sort of an extended prologue to the multiverses and power system.
That's especially the case regarding the main character, as his true personality begins to take shape around the second arc of Volume 2.
Well then, I hope you enjoy reading~