[There's something beyond this wall. I could hear the reverberating chime of a clock in the distance. It felt like I'm stuck and was upside down, but I don't feel anything which is weird. I noticed that there was a person sitting on a chair in this place with only clouds as the flooring.]"Oh, hello. What are you doing here? Ah! I guess it was you. That person he was looking for. Welp, sucks to be you since you'd be stuck in here with me for a long time. If you can't see me clearly, I'm showing you a big wide smile that shines brighter than the sun of this world." [I couldn't clearly hear what that person just said, but I guess he was enthusiastic enough to talk to me.] "Did you see that there's a lot of papers lying around of these clouds? This is a story that was serialized by the creator and has a lot of chapters that look like a story but were really just a journal in his own mind. Yes I know, he's my creator and I worked for him. But now it has ended. Well, it was a long time a

Death is an obligatory action against an enemy that walks on a wheel. Mechanicalized objects that we gain EXP from as we destroy and mutilate their organic fluidity that comes out of their body as we tear them. Flure and I had strolled around the left path for quite some time now. We’ve found a map of the whole place and discovered that we’re in an underground civilization. The map structure was a maze. The air around us feels funny as we’ve reached the lower level. There’s this constant illusion that keeps appearing as if something is there. Sometimes, humans appear out of nowhere like ghosts, but as we interact, they will disappear like a fog. As this goes on, I've reached a sufficient level that has made me use different spells such as ‘Elemental Synthesis,’ ‘Elemental Manipulation,’ ‘Flame Manipulation,’ and many more that I deem useful in fights. There were several skills I could use, such as this Milos Sword, which is still on its weak side. It has a passive component that I ne

I had a dream that I was plummeting through the skies. Accepting my fate, I let myself fall quickly. I waited until the floor where I would land made a massive, bloody mess of my guts, scattering all over the place. A gust of wind abruptly halted my descent towards the ground. It stopped my fall and gently lowered me to the ground. The breeze was warm and wonderful as it touched my hair with its unanticipated blast. This wind motion had touched me deeply since it had saved my life when I was ready to die. So I stood up and bowed, expressing my gratitude through my actions. As I descended, I noticed I landed on sand rather than solid ground. It wasn't the expected heat; instead, it was cool. Snow was forming on the dune, and the sun's warm rays fervently welcomed me. Despite the sunny weather, I couldn't shake off the chill and began to shiver. Then, I saw a large comet followed by an asteroid streaking across the sky. They passed through the atmosphere, leaving behind a beautiful c

Mori’s POV: It's highly unusual. A story like that seems so impossible to happen in my own view of life. Who would have thought that this world has a history of such decadence toward the gifts they've received and to someone they hold most dear in their life? Is it weird for everyone to become blind and think differently when the thing they look up to is gone? Now that I think of it, this story is rather intriguing. The world, once living in peace, has now scattered and turned into a vast wasteland of destruction and death. Who would have imagined such a transformation? Once filled with vibrant colors, everything changed due to the sin committed by Serpentine and the angel. It all turned to nothing, leaving behind distrust and painful experiences that have lasted for thousands of years, shaping the world into the desolate state we see now. But that's how the world works. Even if the prophecy hadn't been discovered, the world would always end in disaster. Everything happened as a res

Life, like a vast and fertile spring, ebbs and flows with the passage of time. A fleeting moment dances on the boundary between death and an unyielding existence, indicating a never-ending pursuit of happiness. Life, akin to the first runner entering a sullied world, unfolds into its own greatness. Who would have guessed that existence itself would offer me a smile amidst the darkness enveloping my heart? Who would have thought that everything could be so fun? *Before entering Modeliăvimas* Okleneir's glittering magic color in the sky left quite an impression on me, and it somewhat affected the structure of the sphere. The things they'll generate in the simulated roleplay will have free will, much like people. Free will assures that no one succumbs to the insignificance known as destruction. Everyone thrives, akin to bliss, in a world that predicts future joy in the memories of certainty. I don't want to let them down with this game. Even if it's just in this simulation, I want t