Chapter 9
Nature Really Is Beautiful
With Einver's decision to choose life, the bodies of his mother and brother vanished peacefully and gently, as though they had completed the purpose that brought them there, and it was now time for their souls to depart in search of eternal rest.
"Well then… but this world will no longer be able to contain you.
Earth cannot withstand your power… nor your madness.
At this point, you can be considered a 'superhuman' on Earth, but…"
The Shadow suddenly paused… as if waiting for an answer from Einver.
Calmly… without agitation… it continued:
"…I will send you to another world.
A world where the strength you currently possess will be nothing unusual at all."
At the end of the Shadow's words, Einver felt a strange unease—confusion, even.
The talk of other worlds, powers, and things beyond comprehension…
In the past, had someone told him such things,
he would have ignored it, or perhaps even mocked the idea entirely.
But now… after life had returned to his eyes…
he found himself thinking with clarity, analyzing the Shadow's words, weighing the possibility of such things being real… and also of them being false.
Even so, one question lingered in his mind:
"…How many worlds are out there?
I mean… you said my world can no longer hold me, and that you will transfer me to another one…
And here, I can see galaxies being born and collapsing before my very eyes…
So how many worlds truly exist… out there?"
Einver asked this, his curiosity stirring for the first time in a long while.
For as he stood on the Path of the Cosmos, entire galaxies were forming before his eyes in silence, as though it were something ordinary…
While other galaxies collapsed suddenly, as if their lifespans had ended.
Galaxies… within each of them billions of stars, planets, and living beings…
All living and dying… only to be erased in a single instant—
like a sandcastle on the shore, toppled by a single wave.
And from those same scattered grains of sand…
new galaxies emerged once again.
This alone was enough to make the limited, narrow human mind… explode.
"Perhaps you will know later, but not now…
All you need to do now is choose your own path of life.
Very well… I will send you now."
With those words, a vast and mysterious force surged into Einver's body,
and his being shot through the Path of the Cosmos like a celestial arrow piercing the void, heading toward a destination with no end.
He tried to keep his eyes open… but drowsiness overtook him little by little…
until he sank into sleep.
...
Einver slowly opened his eyes… and found himself lying on a grassy field,
surrounded by towering trees, flowers carpeting the ground, and the fragrant scent of the forest brushing softly against his body.
Peace… tranquility… beauty.
It looks like Earth…
Have I really been sent to another world?
If someone had told me this four or five months ago… I never would have believed it.
Transferred? Is that really… possible?
Einver sighed quietly as he looked around.
Nothing but greenery and the deep stillness of the forest.
The place was filled with purity and serenity, to the point he felt at peace simply by standing there.
After a while… a gentle breeze blew, brushing against his clothes…
and with it, the foul scent of dried blood clinging to his body reached his nose.
It spoiled his mood entirely.
I need to wash… and change these clothes too…
He moved forward, and before long… he found a clear pool of water.
Looking down at himself—his black clothes torn and soaked with blood—he noticed only his sword remained.
The bow, spear, and every other weapon he had used in the massacre had disappeared.
He stripped off his clothes, washed them quietly, then hung them on a tree branch to dry in the forest breeze.
To be honest, they weren't even proper clothes; not really.
Just a black, ragged shirt, ancient and torn, and a pair of faded gray trousers, worn out from endless use.
And with the blood and the recent carnage, they were now so shredded they resembled nothing more than scraps.
But Einver didn't care…
He set his sword aside, stepped into the pool, and began washing his head in silence, then his neck, his chest, and his whole body.
Yet the blood… did not come off easily.
It clung to his skin as though it had become part of him.
He glanced around for something to help…
and in that moment, he spotted a small squirrel, its head severed by a snake, the serpent devouring it just a few steps away.
Einver smiled faintly… picked up his sword, and prepared to kill the snake for food,
but the snake sensed him coming, abandoned its prey, and slithered away into the grass.
Einver approached the tiny squirrel's body, lifted it gently, then began stripping away its red fur.
It's a red squirrel… small body… but its fur is useful for scrubbing away blood.
As for the meat… it's likely poisoned, so I won't risk it.
After removing the fur, he tossed the carcass into the grass—
where he saw the snake return to devour it once again.
He washed the fur several times in the pool, until it was completely clean.
Then he began rubbing it against his skin, and the blood came off swiftly—
in just a few strokes, his body was clean, as though the blood had never touched him at all.
When he was done… he sat quietly in the middle of the pool.
The Shadow said… he would send me to a world where my current power is considered ordinary…
Einver smiled faintly at the thought, then opened his eyes again,
and within them glimmered a crimson light—like the burning depths of hell.
He rose from the water, stepped out of the pool.
Checked his clothes—they had dried—so he put them on once more, fastened his sword at his waist,
then tied back his long hair with a strip of cloth torn from his garments.
And in silence…
he began walking among the trees, lost in thought:
What kind of life would he live now…?
And what kind of powers… would he face from this moment on…?
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