He had managed to make his way into the area where the church stood and had succeeded in entering the church courtyard from the square.The place was teeming with priests and nuns, but every one of them was clad in cardinal’s robes.Altair was genuinely curious as to where this place was.Still, there was no way he could find out at the moment.In his current state, he couldn’t connect to the system; there was simply no way to do so.The young man had wandered around the church courtyard for a while.He had leaned against the church doors and tried to open them, but he hadn’t succeeded. On the contrary, it felt as though something was holding him back.Yet with every step he took, he could still sense his memories shifting, the scene around him changing.Sometimes he saw the orphanage where he’d stayed as a child, sometimes himself playing alone in the playgrounds, and sometimes the academy and government buildings where he’d carried out his work.He even managed to glimpse memories o

He was busy trying to find a solution of his own.Yet he had remained standing in the same spot the whole time.This showed everyone around him that he was a motionless parasite.And that would be the very thing to bring about his downfall.Before Altair could even take another step, bring another memory to the surface, or push yet another one aside, he heard a whistle."FWEEEET!"By the time the heavy, rapid whistle reached his ear, the young man had already felt a warmth in his leg.In that instant, he had collapsed to the ground from the impact and clutched his leg in pain.He could feel it.It wasn’t quick.This time, he hadn’t died instantly; strangely, the sensation this time was simply cold.Although it hurt, it wasn’t as though his chest had been pierced; his lungs and throat filled with blood. It was simply… cold.He could feel the warmth in his leg and notice his body growing cold.At that moment, he heard another whistling sound:“Pheeew...”This time it was quieter, slower

It wasn’t exactly a terribly sad day.He simply remembered that, on that day, the matron had been in a melancholy mood for a very long time, singing songs to the children at the orphanage and trying to comfort them.Even though the young man didn’t want to dwell on that memory for a single second longer, he had started walking towards the orphanage because of the possibility that he might see the matron in the flesh once more.Previously, in that pale area, he hadn’t been able to touch anything, open any doors, or even see beyond the windows with their curtains drawn.He’d simply wanted to try his luck.As the car that had approached the orphanage and sounded its horn drove away, he opened the outer door and stepped inside.Altair... had managed to physically touch something and change it. He had never been able to do this in any of his previous thirty-five deaths.Moreover, upon entering, that nostalgic feeling had shaken him.That old scent of chamomile incense was still just as he

"How did it go?"Just as Altair was about to close his eyes and try to enter his subconscious once more, a question from The Woman made him freeze in his seat."As in?" Altair had asked. He knew, of course, that The Woman was aware he was dead. After all... she hadn’t moved for a single minute in all this time.Altair had been here for days."Do you feel like you’re making any progress?"When Altair heard this question, he took a deep breath and replied, "Not exactly. At least I’ve learnt that I can physically influence things within the memories. If I do things properly, perhaps I can finish this test soon.”“Hmm… So this is the path you chose to walk,” said The Woman.Altair, however, could not say anything in response to these words; he simply leaned his back against the floor and closed his eyes.As he re-entered his subconscious, The Woman uttered the following sentence:"I am fine waiting for another thousand deaths."And so it would be.With every death, Altair managed to get o

As everything around Altair transformed, he could see that the two eyes watching him were bathed in the colours of three flames.Altair’s soul drew near to him once more, then leaned towards him and lifted him off the ground.Despite the excruciating pain in his head, Altair stood upright and, still clutching his head, saw his soul touch his shoulder.The sky had split open at that moment.As the pale expanse began to vanish, that pair of eyes in the sky had shrunk and, like a bolt of lightning, had plunged into the depths of Altair’s mind.The pain in Altair’s head had vanished instantly.Outside, the event that would rouse The Woman had occurred.As the colour of that third flame formed around Altair, a huge smile spread across the face of The Woman, the ancient being; the pipe in her hand fell to the ground and vanished into the flames.“3 out of the 8… How brilliant, that the bloodline still lives,” The Woman had murmured.In that fading, pale world, Altair found himself face to f