The soft bed was one of the most beautiful things he had experienced. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to open his eyes. He wanted to remain there, in that small wooden house, in that bed, and in that pinkish darkness.
There was no reason to get up. Who knows who or what might have been beyond those four safe walls?
People ready to mock him? People ready to beat him? Hungry fish ready to eat his fingers? Another session of training?
He was tired and wounded. That bed was his safe place.
He wouldn't get fooled by that lovely smell, which made his mouth salivate. He had to ignore his stomach's need.
He shifted his focus to his God's soul. He had to distract himself from the hunger; it was impossible, but he had to try.
The soul was in the same places as when he had fallen asleep, with one more: His head. His entire head was warm, and that stupidly painful headache was gone. The same could not be said for the wrist and the wound.
A loud noise came out of his belly.
The brightest shade of pink in the darkness took the shape of a juicy Heart. His mouth could already feel the dense water and the tough pulp of the fruit.
"Nobody can hurt me inside these walls."
Roi couldn't ignore the request of his body anymore. He had to eat something.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and a powerful ray of light blinded him. He shut his eyes tightly and hid them behind his hands.
"OH COME ON. LEAVE ME ALONE. please"
Those thoughts remained in his head. From his mouth, only a sad grunt came out.
"Wait." He had an illumination thanks to that light. "This bed was not as comfortable as I remembered it." He opened his fingers to let that blinding light hit his eyelids.
"This color. I remember it." His heart beat in ecstasy.
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Slowly, he opened his eyes. He had to see. He had to see that he was God and not his little soul. Too many questions needed answers.
He pushed through the pain. His eyes hurt, but in the end, they adapted to the light.
His shaky smile vanished.
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
His hands fell lifelessly on the soft bed.
"I can breathe. My lungs aren't filled with that strange feeling."
He was in his little house, and the only source of that blinding light was a strange thing he had never seen before. A black text, written in a language completely different from all those engraved on the roof, over a yellow square that floated in the air.
The transparent square reminded him of the sky. Different shades of yellow and orange calmly floated behind the dark text without eating each other.
Surprisingly, he could read that black text, and what was written really pissed him off.
[Infant]
"Really?"
Apparently, even inside those four walls, he could be mocked.
Roi looked at it with distant eyes. The ever-changing background was mesmerizing, but it was the text that caught his attention.
Aside from its boring and unfunny meaning, the text was written in such a strange way that he wasn't sure he would be able to replicate it.
It seemed that each word... symbols? Signs? Whatever those things were... Was a gate to another world. They had depth, infinite depth, and at the same time, they were incredibly flat as the words in Dolor's book.
It was both harmonious and sharp. It was simply perfect.
The anger and hatred gave way to a curiosity worthy of a child. He leaned his back against the wall behind him, trying to get closer to the text, but it floated away, keeping the same distance.
"What is this?" He tried to grab it. "The Blessing of Fire?" The hand went through.
He ignored the giggles beyond the walls and also the demands of his stomach.
"I did this? Of course I did. I managed to force it to do something. This will make me special?"
No. Of course not. His soul was too weak to do anything. His body was too weak to be special. Probably everyone has this... 'Thing'.
One thing was sure: It had to be his Blessing. It too knew he was as weak as a newborn baby.
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Ancient Dolor's words echoed in his head.
If he managed to make that appear, he could say the name of his God. Maybe he could appear before him once again. Three days was a long time.
He opened his mouth, and with a trembling voice, he said: <
Gordàlish could wait. If he managed to force his Blessing to grow, everything would be resolved.
But, as always, nothing happened.
Another giggle echoed through the wooden house, as if mocking him. Just like a few hours earlier.
This time, no tears wet his face. He just lowered his head, squeezed the pants' cloth, and focused on his little soul.
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The numerous shades of yellow and orange trembled. The many pieces of his Blessing vibrated. Yet, his mind was clear. No sudden knowledge, no extreme feelings, nothing.
"I should try again."
Why should he? Everything he did was a confirmation after another. He wasn't special. He wasn't anything.
A small squeak broke the silence in the room, and small whispers followed. The room lit up, and the brown planks turned amber.
He quickly raised his head. Through the transparent square, he saw a little kid with a wooden sword in his hand walking as slowly as possible towards the table. His little eyes, almost hidden by long, curly brown hair, were fixed on the succulent piece of cream-colored meat on it.
"MY FOOD!"
The text and the square disappeared as he got up.
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The little boy froze on the spot while two other little voices spoke.
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The boy glanced at his friend behind the door, took a step towards them, then stopped. He faced the Savior, raised his sword, and assumed a fighting stance. His sword trembled, his brown eyes full of fear, even his little voice was shaky.
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"Regulursteum? So that's what this place is called. Or this world."
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By the number of voices, behind the half-open door, there should be two other kids. Just now, he realized that the square window was closed.
Encouraged by his friend's words, Lou weakly smiled.
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Roi walked towards the table, grabbed the cold piece of succulent meat, and showed it to the little leader.
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Before he knew it, he bit into that piece of meat made only of tough muscle. Cold cream-colored water dripped down his chin.
Lou's eyes lost their fear and sharpened. His hands squeezed the hilt of the sword, and his jaw's muscles contracted.
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