2025-11-25 23:47:16Hinata dreamed again.
But this wasn't like before. No whispers. No Nether rot or flickering hellfire. This was light. Blinding, sacred, clinical light. He floated, bodiless, suspended in a sky that had no stars, only endless whiteness, like the canvas of creation itself had been left unfinished. Below him was a hall without walls, but endless pillars of ivory and flame held up a ceiling of pure will. Thrones--massive and carved from concepts no human could pronounce--floated in a perfect ring. Time ticked here, not by clocks, but by the breath of gods. And they were arguing. A voice like molten gold boomed, "The Accord must remain. It is not punishment. It is protection." Another voice, colder, crystalline, female, responded, "You fear what broken souls become. But fear is not law." Hinata hovered unseen, a flicker caught in the tapestry of their debate.The gods didn't look like gods. Some were formless light, some were beasts, some were children made of stars and shadow. And at the center throne sat the one with chains coiled around his form--Kyreus, Warden of the Accord. "We allowed reincarnation to give hope," Kyreus said, eyes like polished obsidian. "But when hope is thrown away, it leaves behind something twisted." "Then why not cleanse it?" another god asked. "Purify the soul and send it anew?" "Because some souls remember," Kyreus growled. "And remembrance is the seed of rebellion." The gods fell quiet. And then another voice spoke--not from the circle, but from the shadows just beyond it. A voice that made Hinata's nonexistent heart twist. "You speak of rebellion as if it's sin, but was it not creation itself that rebelled against void?" The shadows coiled, and from them stepped a figure bound in blue flame and broken armor--Val'Kyros. He was not welcome here. Dozens of gods rose from their thrones, weapons and power drawn. The chains on Kyreus glowedThat Time I Didn't Get Reincarnated - Chapter 10 red. "You have no right to be here!" one of them barked. Val'Kyros smirked. "I never had a right. I had purpose. There's a difference." Kyreus stood. "You taught mortals to defy fate. You revealed forbidden techniques. You gave soul marks to the unchosen." "I gave choices," Val'Kyros said, voice a thunderclap wrapped in silk. "You called it corruption. But I call it correction." A goddess formed of glass and wind hissed, "And your so-called correction birthed monsters. Beasts. Demons." Val'Kyros turned slightly. "They were creations. And they suffered your judgment not because they were evil... but because they were inconvenient." The gods fell into silence again. Then Kyreus spoke. "Let the record show: Val'Kyros was cast down not for his power, but for his crime of defiance."Hinata felt a pressure build around him. The memory was collapsing. His time here was ending. But as it faded, Val'Kyros turned. His gaze pierced everything--even dreams. Even Hinata. And he said, "They fear you. They always have. And the Accord? That was never about justice. It was about control." --- Hinata woke with a gasp. Sweat drenched his body, and the cave walls pulsed faintly with blue light. The mark on his hand burned. Alis was already standing nearby, sword in hand. "Another vision?" she asked. Hinata nodded slowly. "Yeah... but this time, I saw the gods." Alis tilted her head. "And?"He clenched his fist. "They're scared."
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echoes before the fall
The night settled over the Nether like a thick, trembling breath, as if even the realm itself sensed whatwas coming. Hinata walked ahead, his footsteps slow, heavy, yet stubbornly steady. Alis followedsilently. She didn’t try to stop him—not because she didn’t want to, but because she understood. Shefinally understood what he carried inside him.Hinata had always been the one who smiled first, even when everything else was broken. He crackedjokes during battles, tripped over his own sword, and called himself “the discount hero nobody ordered.”But beneath all that? There was a weight. A silent, dragging gravity he had never let anyone see.Tonight, he didn’t hide it.“Alis,” he said softly, not turning back. “Do you ever… feel like the world gave you power just to seehow fast it could take everything from you?”Alis swallowed. “Every day.”Hinata chuckled, but it was a sad, cracked sound. “Guess we’re both disasters.”The path opened into the obsidian clearing—the place where the
The thing that stares back
The Nether was quiet. Too quiet. Not the normal “something’s stalking you” quiet—thekind where even fear holds its breath.Alis was asleep by the dying fire, blade resting across her lap. I couldn’t. Sleep, that is.Every time I closed my eyes, the Laws hummed in the back of my skull—lines of glowingscript threading through the dark like veins of living light.I stared at my palm. The marks from before were pulsing faintly, rearranging themselves.Words, sentences… rules.I didn’t read them so much as feel them. Like the universe whispering its cheat codes.“If it bleeds, it can be rewritten,” a voice murmured in my head. It sounded suspiciously likemine.I raised my hand toward a rock nearby. One single glowing line floated above it—[Law:Gravity]“Okay, maybe just a little test,” I whispered.I tapped it.The rock screamed. Not metaphorically—it screamed like a living thing being peeled out ofreality. Then it floated upward, twisting mid-air, melting into ash and light.I stumbl
Divine court Aka heavens DMV
I dreamed again.Not of monsters. Not of fire. Paperwork.Endless glowing scrolls stacked to the sky. Angels in suits flying around likecaffeine-addicted pigeons, stamping documents with holy approval seals. Every time ascroll got approved, it disintegrated into sparkly dust.One angel sighed so hard it created a tiny hurricane.“Welcome to the Divine Court,” said a voice behind me. “Please take a number.”I turned—and yeah. There was a line. A literal line of souls stretching miles long. Some ofthem had been waiting for centuries.“This is... heaven’s DMV,” I muttered. “Figures.”I looked down and realized I was holding a clipboard.Case #8421 — Denied Reincarnation: Self-Termination Clause 3B.My own name was stamped on it in big glowing letters. “Wow. Even in death I’mpaperwork.”Before I could complain, the whole place started to glitch—like someone hitCTRL+ALT+DELETE on reality.The angels melted into patterns of glass and light, forming a tall woman made entirely ofreflect
The fire that remembers
The morning after Memory spoke his name, something in Hinata snapped. Not like glass. Like a blade finally drawn out of its tusted sheath. --- He sat alone beneath a jagged outcropping, staring into the distant horizon where the Nether broke off into obsidian rivers and soulstorms. The brand on his chest burned hotter and hotter each hour, pulsing with the knowledge of his name. Hinata. Not chosen. Not erased.Remembered. Alis approached cautiously, her boots crunching bone-dust beneath her leaving behind a trial of matching footprints behind her with each step. "You're quiet," she said. "Not anymore," he replied. She raised an eyebrow. "That so?" He turned to her. His eyes were no longer desperate. They were calm.Too calm.They had the kind of intensity you would only expect from an overpowered aura farming nonchalant mainc haracter of an overated anime "I don't want to run anymore." He said to her in a deep voice maintaining his nonchalant deminer Alis sat beside him, uns
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They walked in silence.Not because there was nothing to say-but because every word now felt like it echoed beyond them.Hinata had rewritten a being that was supposed to be unrewritable.And the Nether had noticed.---"How are you feeling?" Alis asked eventually, her tone less teasing, more wary."Like I committed a cosmic war crime in my pajamas," Hinata muttered.She cracked a dry smile. "You're adapting.""To what? Being a threat to reality?""No. To being seen."---They camped in the ruins of an upside-down castle-floors above, ceilings below. Nothing madesense in this part of the Nether. Gravity was more of a suggestion.Alis lit a blue flame with her fingers and leaned against a broken throne.Hinata sat nearby, rubbing his hand. The mark there was glowing faintly again, but differently.Pulsing like a question.Why haven't you asked me what it means?" he asked.She didn't look up. "Because if you're not ready to tell me, it's not my business."Hinata nodded, appreciating the
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The Nether was changing.Not in the obvious ways-there were still screams in the distance, and the ground still pulsed like adying organ-but something beneath the surface was shifting.And it was following Hinata.---They moved quickly through the Hollow Spine, Alis cutting a path through the ruins with the casualgrace of someone who'd stopped fearing monsters a long time ago. Hinata kept pace, his body sore,his soul burning with the echo of last night's fracture."Where are we going now?" he asked, wiping sweat from his brow."Somewhere less haunted," Alis replied. "Somewhere we can think.""Thinking is dangerous here.""Then it's a perfect match for you."---They found shelter in the husk of a crumbled palace-its walls blackened by time, its towers bentinward like teeth. Inside, fractured mirrors lined the halls. None of them reflected properly. Hinatasaw versions of himself in each: younger, older, missing an eye, missing hope."Why is everything here allergic to chill?" he
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