CHAPTER 2: BYE ZEPHYR
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My body launched upward as it swiftly awoke,
My eyes opened wide as sweat fell from my bewildered face,
My body was shaking in fear,
my eyes never blinking as if to confirm,
As if to confirm what eye had seen,
Raising my hands, I was met with arms of self, but foreign,
I knew they didn't belong to me,
I could see it,
I could see it because of the tattoos that outlined their muscled shell,
But for some reason, my eyes refused to look at them as something that was not of own,
I remembered,
I remembered going to the tattoo parlour to get them done,
But… They…
RING, RING!!!
The phone disturbed my thoughts,
Looking to my right, I gained its sight.
It was an old phone,
Its screen was cracked, and its sound was vexing to the ear,
I picked it up and answered the call,
CLICK!
"Zephyr, I'm leaving", it voiced, it was a female.
"Sorry… who's this?", my voice questioned, my mind still processing the confusion that filled its depth,
"Zephyr stop playing I'm serious!" she spoke, "I can't do this anymore",
Then my mind, as if fixing the memories reminded,
"Emma, wait.. wait, leaving, what are you talking about?" I panicked, rising from the bed,
"I can't do this anymore," she expressed, "I'm already at the…"
"Is this about the sex," my voice wavered, "wait, if this is about the sex we can fix it, I'm ready, we can…",
"This is not about sex!",
"Then what is the problem?!",
"It's you Zephyr, it's you, ok!", my voice was silenced, "You are 17 Zephyr 17, do you know how that would make me look?"
"But age..",
"No Zephyr, No… I just," her voice sounded hesitant, "I found a job, a good one, and… I need it,"
I couldn't speak, I couldn't voice out complaint, I was just silent, mute,
"I'm sorry", her voice muttered, "I… bye Zephyr".
BEEP!
The call cut off, my heart was sent beating,
The memories flooding into my brain in an instant,
Overwhelming me whole, they were too much.
No, I was lying,
I was lying to myself, to my mind,
The memories were not the reason for my sudden suffocation,
They were not the cause of my sudden influx,
It was the break of heart, the break of shell that shows softened egg,
The break that makes all men.
The phone dropped to the ground,
My mind raced with misbelief,
Brain thinking of only one thought,
'it was real',
[Problem detected]
A voice suddenly within my mind,
[Host is suffering from too much stress] it continued,
[Adaption too weak to take effect]
My body fell to the floor as I listened to the voice that spoke from nowhere,
[Panic attack detected]
[Panic attack defense]
[Panic attack neutralized]
I couldn't believe what was happening,
'Adaptation, host, defense, it all felt too sudden, but then it clicked,
'God'
The memory was almost forgotten, but I remembered,
My once rapidly beating heart want calm, as if a block of ice was cooling its pending heat,
I finally remembered,
My death, my encounter, my reincarnation,
It now all made sense, the once mixed-up memories now gained some order,
'Yes,'
"I am in the body of someone else".
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I stood from the ground in haste as I made my way to the window,
Looking out its frame, my gaze was met with the sight of a dozen tall buildings that brought in pending air that cleared the mind.
And then I ran to the bathroom.
Moving my body to the sink and looking at its small steamy mirror.
My reflection.
"I am white", I thought
Black short hair, bright light blue eyes
Neck adorned with light blue tattoos of marks that looked like waves.
'I was beautiful', which almost sounded gay but wasn't, considering that I was looking at a reflection of myself.
My height, standing almost 7 feet tall,
My shirt stretched from my perfectly visible muscles, it was frightening,
No, it was exciting.
The color of my skin, in my previous life, my skin was on the darker side, looking into the fact that I was a mix of black and white, but now.
Then my thoughts, as if overtaken by a realization, blustered out,
'A system', it had to be it,
What else could it be,
I heard it speak, so I couldn't be mistaken,
"Are you there?", I asked softly, almost doubting a response, but I was shamed,
[Yes]
It answered directly, its voice slightly scaring me,
"Who are you", I asked a stupid question, but even then, it replied as if obliged to give an answer,
[I am part of the Hosts consciousness]
It spoke, and as if sensing my confusion, it continued,
[It is not possible for the Host to hold two different roots of consciousness, so I am the third, the divider, the Gift]
Then it came to me, I remembered what that Being once said,
He said he would give me a Gift
"Are you from God?" I questioned, feeling a sense of misbelief washing over my being,
[I am unaware of what the Host is referring to]
It was expected,
For even I was finding it difficult to remember,
"Where am I", I asked, as if my mind had already accepted my existence,
[From the previous experience of Host's separate memories, Host is in the world of solo leveling, a different dimension from that of the previous]
"How do you know that information", I sought, finding it difficult to believe that it didn't know anything about God, because if it didn't, then where did it get the information about the world I was currently in,
[The strands of consciousness seem to have information that I cannot process, and the only information available is the knowledge that resides in both of the strands, including information about the body and its abilities.]
"Abilities"
[Affirmative]
"Explain",
[Host's body seems to have the ability of adaptation, and it is currently adaption to the current world, but the environment seems to have some type of energy which is weakening the adaptation process]
"Adaptation?" then it hit me, 'Mahoraga'
[Affirmative]
"Wait, you can hear my thoughts?"
[Affirmative]
I was stunned, not by the fact that it could hear my thoughts but by the fact that the word 'Mahoraga', now seemed to make sense.
'Jujitsu kaisen, Mahoraga, Adaption,'
A smile moved up on my lips,
'This can't be real', I thought, my body slightly shivering as I couldn't handle the thought of it being reality,
[Detecting no sign of illusion]
[Possibility of reality 98%]
I ignored its words, still feeling unreal.
The memories of this body still feeling too potent, too vivid, too real.
"This body, what happened to its owner?"
[You are the owner]
"Explain",
[When Host came to this earth he arrived by birth, but your mind was still too weak to activate the system, therefore hindering the process of memory]
"So you are saying this body is mine?"
[Confirmed]
It now made sense,
It made sense how I could remember the memories,
People's names, my dead parents,
It's not because I gained these memories, it's because I lived them—experienced them.
"What did you mean by the environment weakening my adaptation?", I questioned, my voice feeling a bit uneasy,
[The environment has a strange energy which the host's body is adapting too, adaptation is currently analyzing this energy with full focus, so it will prove difficult to adapt to other things, Host is recommended to keep a distance from danger when this process is active]
"How long will it take?",
[Estimated time is 7 days]
"Why is it so long, doesn't Mahoraga adapt to things faster",
[Affirmative, but the energy in the environment is too faint, to increase the rate of adaptation, Host must find a solution that can increase its intensity]
My mind was running wild, loads of questions moving into its storage without answers.
I was panicking, but for some reason, that panic refused to show.
"Why do I feel like this?"
[You were suffering from the danger of a panic attack, since the body's adaptation has weakened, I was forced to increase the number of GABA acids, serotonins and endorphins to neutralize its effects]
"So you can affect my body?"
[Affirmative]
I then moved my body and sat on my bed.
My mind curious but calm with the influx of information,
"what can you do?"
[I have full control over Host body functions]
[I can store in and help process forgotten and complex information]
[I can infuse and increase understanding into the host's brain and increase its capabilities]
[I can analyze and interpret whatever is happening within Hosts range of vision]
[I can learn and adapt depending on stored and new information]
[I can..]
"Ok, I understand," I spoke, "and this energy you are talking about, do you mean mana?"
The system took time as if processing some information,
[Affirmative]
It said,
[Due to the host's first and second consciousness, the unknown energy in the environment is most likely classified as mana]
[Changing name of unknown energy]
[unknown energy will now be referred to as mana]
It stopped, and I sighed as I felt exhaustion overwhelm my being
No, the feeling was far more intense than exhaustion, it was misbelief.
Maybe that's why I drifted to sleep,
Yes, and fear,
The fear of waking up and discovering that this was nothing but all a dream,
Nothing but imagination,
Nothing but fake reality, twisted by mind for need of death.
Need of escape,
The fear of still living in the world of past,
World of failure,
Maybe that's why.
then was loss of consciousness,
To comfort of dream coming.
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