《Fragility of Existence》 Prologue: The Day the World is Truly Born There is a vast collection of worlds seeping through the emptiness of space, dark and unending, like cosmic rays traveling endlessly across the boundless universe. Without order, the collection of worlds continuously deteriorated, a burning fire bound to be extinguished by forces that threaten its flame. Without protection to sustain it, the concept of creation would be overwhelmed by relentless destruction. Colliding planets without the laws of gravity, for example. Without order, the concept of life could not be achieved in eternity. Creation is like a fragile glass. With one single touch, it shatters, leaving fragments that harm other glasses. Without a container to protect it, the glass is inevitably bound to break. And when we look in this glass, it is emptyno water, wine, or any form of liquid; just air, or as we humans call it, nothing. Nothing unique, impressive, or important about this glass; just nothing. Without someone to protect it or give it purpose, it''s merely an object that serves as a placeholder. Creation needs a Creator. A Creator who would give it value, protection, importance, and most of all, purpose.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Creation waited in the endless void, where its will alone shaped the very concept of time. After aeons upon aeons, time itself lost all meaning as the embodiment of Creation waited endlessly for its Creator to appear. This time, however, something was different: a cosmic surge in the spacetime continuuma surge so strong that the concept of time itself stopped. A phenomenon so majestic that space itself twisted into a three-dimensional kaleidoscope, a whirl of radiant hues from countless stars exploding at once. Creation, stunned by this event, moved closer to where the ripple originated. Suddenly, the ripple stopped. The concepts of space and time vanished, leaving an endless void devoid of meaning. The void expanded, devouring everything that Creation had brought into existence, like a black hole swallowing all within its reach, expanding relentlessly until there was nothing left. Then, a light appeared. It shone through the void like a firefly in a dark forest, moving toward Creation, freeing her from her shackles, and transforming her into a human-like form. The light settled gently in her arms and materialized as a human babya boy, a year old, asleep and snuggling as if nothing in the universe could disturb his peace. A tear slipped down Creations cheek as she embraced the baby, holding him tightly. She knelt down slowly, gazing tenderly upon him. She spoke for the first time in all eternity, her voice gentle and full of love: I have waited forever just to finally meet you, Creator. ! (^o^) ! Volume 1, Chapter 1: The Day Before the System Integration There is a place once known by the ancestors of the Original World as the Creator''s Abode. It is a place full of secrets so profound that even those who glimpse it cannot comprehend its meaning. The form of the abode shifts over time-sometimes a garden temple, other times a house or a hotel. But now, it takes the shape of a floating library, with countless shelves filled with books drifting around a solitary man at its center. "Well," he murmured, "the prelude''s over." The man closed the book in his hands and, with a slight gesture, sent it floating back to its place among the shelves. He let out a sigh. "Even if this book exists, this is still an imaginary world I created." He closed his eyes. And when he opened them... He lay asleep in his bed, inside a modest room within an apartment complex. Waking up, he picked up his phone to check the time. "5 a.m., huh," he murmured quietly. "It''s still pretty early." He sat on the edge of his bed, then stood up, beginning to ready himself for the day. He left his room and walked through the apartment complex, heading outside. Softly, he said, "System." Multiple panels appeared before his face, each displaying information on celestial bodies across the System. Every bit of data on these worlds was thoroughly analyzed and checked by Administrators who managed the System.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. "Oh, I haven''t told you my name yet," he said to himself. "There are multiple versions of me with different names-maybe a version of me is writing a novel about myself right now." He laughed and added, "Not that I care about that anyway." He walked to a park 70 meters away from the apartment complex. He sat on a nearby bench and continued chatting by himself. "If I am in a novel, I might as well help you understand the System in a general sense," he continued. "The System is a kind of being that manages all existence it envelops. It''s like a tool... but I wouldn''t call it that. It helps me maintain order across everything." He paused, "Why do I say ''all existence''? Because ''a universe'' or even ''an omniverse'' would be too small. The concept of a World isn''t what you think it is. Hold on-let me turn this on." He opened a panel labeled General Translator and turned it on. --- --- "Now that''s on, let''s get back to it, shall we?" Sebastian grinned. "A ''World'' is like Minecraft, where the world is procedurally generated. Just like our universe, which is constantly expanding." --- Footnote: Without spoiling everything, let''s briefly summarize. A World is a collection of infinite omniverses or ''existence.'' The System comprises countless Worlds, each managed by Administrators. Because of this vast scope, certain ''bugs'' emerge. That''s all I''ll say for now. --- "...And that''s the general overview of the System," he said, smiling as he checked his phone. "It''s 6:18. Better get moving." He walked briskly to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. (=?=) ----------- BAAM Volume 1, Chapter 2: Normalcy The bus arrived at 6:30, and Sebastian stepped inside, joining a mix of students, working adults, and a few elderly riders. He found an empty seat next to a woman applying makeup, likely prepping for her day at the office. Settling in, he took out his phone and started watching videos. Sebastian was a Grade 12 STEM student at Oakwood High School in Oakwood State. Generally quiet, his grades were slightly above average, though- "Hey! Don''t reveal my personal information like that!" Sebastian''s thoughts interrupted. "Don''t you have some kind of rule against invading privacy?" The narrator pauses as Sebastian switches to a game after finishing his video. He sighed in mild exasperation and muttered, "Alright, fine... just stop ignoring me." Sure thing, the narrator responds. The bus soon arrived at his destination, Oakwood High School-a well-kept public school with clean facilities funded by the government. Sebastian headed to his classroom, where he found his friend Lewis already seated beside his spot in the second row. Lewis was not only academically gifted but also musically talented, with a strong interest in anime and manga-a shared passion that had formed the foundation of their friendship. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. "Hey, Sebas, do we have any assignments due today?" Lewis asked. "I think we have something for Physics and Philosophy. For Physics, we need to answer questions on projectile motion," Sebastian replied. "What about Philosophy?" "I''m not too sure. That''s why I''m going to ask around," Sebastian admitted. "Didn''t you take any photos of it?" Lewis pressed. "Nope. I was busy with another assignment when the teacher explained it." "Ah... Thanks, Sebas." Lewis grinned. "You''re welcome." Sebastian returned the smile and started to get up, planning to ask a few classmates about the Philosophy assignment. But before he could go, Lewis asked, "Hey Sebas, can I copy your Physics homework?" "Yeah, sure." Sebastian reached into his backpack for his notebook when a flashback hit him: a brief vision from the System he created-a memory of an inhabitant in his World being betrayed and stabbed by his own wife. The man, a rebel leader who had overthrown a king who oppressed the poor, had been betrayed in a power grab by the very person he trusted most. The image flickered through Sebastian''s mind, then faded as quickly as it had come. He snapped back to the present and handed the notebook to Lewis, unfazed. "Here, it''s on this page," Sebastian said. "Thanks, Sebas." Lewis smiled gratefully. Sebastian gave a quick nod and left to ask about their Philosophy homework. (-?-) Volume 1, Chapter 3: Class Begin Sebas walked up to his friendsMia, Paul, Licht, and Priawho were chatting by the lockers. Theyd known each other forever and hung out most days. Hey, everyone! he greeted them with a smile. Oh, morning, Sebas, Mia replied. Did you review Hess''s Law for Chemistry, by the way? Sebass eyes widened. Waitthats today?! he muttered, looking panicked. I need to review right now. After a moment to calm down, he turned back to Mia. By the way, whats the Philosophy assignment? Mias face fell. Wait, thats due today? I thought we had another week! Sebas raised an eyebrow. Our teacher told us it was due today. Havent you checked the group chat? Mia groaned. Oh no, I had my phone on Do Not Disturb. Just then, Paul joined them. Hey, whats going on? he asked, glancing at their concerned faces.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Sebas filled him in. Its just the Chemistry test and that Philosophy assignment. Paul smirked. Oh, Im done with that already. Could you help us out? Sebas and Mia asked in unison, exchanging a quick look. Mia leaned toward Paul, giving him a pleading look. Pleeease? Pauls face went a little red. Fine, fine, but just this once. On the sidelines, Sebas watched them, secretly rooting for his two friends to finally get together. As he looked on, he was suddenly struck by a vivid memory. In his mind, he saw a soldier and a woman embracing, standing on the brink of death. On that distant, war-torn planet, a brutal conflict had led nations to the brink of nuclear devastation. The soldier had traveled across states just to reunite with his wife after five years of separation. Tears streamed down their faces as they held each other, knowing this was the end. As the world burned, they shared one final kiss, whispering, Goodbye, my love. Sebas blinked, snapping back to reality, his eyes a little misty, but he managed a smile. Uh, sorry, but could I take a picture of the assignment? he asked, steadying himself. Mia pulled back from Paul, blushing slightly at Sebass interruption. Paul quickly grabbed his notebook. Here, Sebas, he said, handing it over. Thanks, man. Sebas took a photo, then leaned over and whispered to Paul, You know she likes you, right? Paul flushed, glancing at Mia. Sebas chuckled, giving him a light nudge. Mia caught Sebass look and raised an eyebrow. Whats so funny? Oh, nothing. Sebas smiled, feeling a hint of sadness, as he sat down and pulled out his notebook. (??3??? Volume 1, Chapter 4: Side Story 1 ''Time Fracture'' Deep within a fortified vault, guarded by elite sentinels armed with particle-beam rifles, lies the Singular Temporal Core (STC). This enigmatic object is shielded by a Quantum Stabilization Matrix (QSM), a containment field designed to suppress the chaotic spacetime distortions emanating from it. Few outside the upper echelons of power understand its purpose, but all know one truth: it holds the power to alter reality itself.
In the heart of a sprawling conference hall, tension crackles like static electricity. Around a massive circular table sit the galaxy''s most influential figures: politicians, engineers, corporate magnates, and the President. Their faces are grim as they deliberate the most existential threat their civilization has ever faced. The galaxy''s supermassive neutron star, their primary source of dark matter energy, has begun to destabilize. A failed experiment with a dark energy extraction device triggered quantum feedback, threatening to rip spacetime apart at the galactic core. Without intervention, the resulting collapse would annihilate countless star systems and send the galaxy spiraling into chaos. Chief Engineer Pormi rises from his seat, his voice cutting through the cacophony. "If we don''t act now, we''ll be doomed! The quantum feedback is destabilizing the star faster than we projected. We''re looking at total galactic collapse within 1,000 years unless we act!" Helms, a prominent business tycoon, leans back in his chair, his tone dripping with disdain. "And what do you propose? Achieving the impossible? We don''t have the energy reserves, the manpower, or the infrastructure for such a colossal project!" Pormi slams his fist on the table, his glare sharp as a laser. "So your solution is to run? To abandon our galaxy? We have 50 trillion seats on galactic ships. Fifty trillion! What about the 150 quintillion who call this galaxy home? Are you suggesting we condemn them all to death?" The room falls silent, his words reverberating like the tolling of a bell.
Finally, the President speaks, his voice calm but commanding. "Our survival is not just an option-it is our duty. We face two choices. First, to flee and save what few we can. Second, to fight for the survival of everyone. Who supports the first option?" About a third of the room raises their hands. "And the second?" Nearly 80% of the table raises their hands in agreement. The President nods, his expression resolute. "Then we are united. Today, we begin Project GTIF: the Large-Scale Temporal Isolation Field. This effort will require every resource, every mind, and every ounce of our resolve. Dismissed."
As the conference adjourns, engineers and scientists rush to their stations, mobilizing for the most ambitious project in galactic history. Using their advanced technology to transmit consciousness into virtual environments, teams simulate centuries of research in mere decades. The Neural Continuity Transference (NCT) system allows individuals to defy death by preserving their minds digitally, ensuring continuity in their work. After centuries of relentless effort, the Galactic Temporal Isolation Field (GTIF) is designed. Powered by dark matter siphoning stations and supported by gravitational lensing structures built around massive stars, the GTIF is capable of isolating the neutron star and its surrounding spacetime. Its purpose is clear: to revert the star to its original state by creating a temporal "bubble" where time flows backward, undoing the catastrophic feedback loop.
The engineers finally turn their attention to the Singular Temporal Core, housed in the vault. The QSM stabilizing the object is temporarily enhanced, allowing the team to observe its properties directly. As the vault doors hiss open, a faint hum fills the air, growing louder with each step. Within, they see the STC: a shimmering sphere of blinding energy, encased in a swirling vortex of hyper-chaotic oscillations. Its surface pulses with alternating waves of pure and negative energy, while the spacetime around it warps violently, akin to a miniature black hole. Lead researcher Dr. Callen examines the readings, her voice trembling with awe. "It''s... incredible. The object''s energy signature is off the charts. And these quantum time crystal properties-it''s unlike anything we''ve ever encountered." Another scientist, Enar, adds nervously, "The stabilization field contains its effects for now, but even a small disruption could unleash catastrophic spacetime distortions across the galaxy." Pormi steps forward. "This is the key. With the STC''s power, we can amplify the GTIF and stabilize the neutron star. But the risks..." Dr. Callen nods. "A single miscalculation could trigger a temporal cascade, tearing apart not just the neutron star, but the entire galaxy."
The engineers work tirelessly, calibrating the GTIF and integrating the STC''s energy into its framework. The field must encompass not only the neutron star but hundreds of billions of stars within its sphere of influence. As the activation date nears, the galaxy holds its breath. Billions of citizens watch from their homeworlds, their eyes fixed on the skies, praying for success. Finally, the day arrives. The galaxy waits in silence, watching as the fate of trillions hangs in the balance.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.
In the Central Command Core (CCC), tension fills the air as engineers and technicians monitor the massive operation unfolding across the galaxy. Holographic displays flicker with streams of data, each one representing a vital component of the Large-Scale Temporal Isolation Field (LSTIF). "PDN (Power Distribution Network) is online," a technician reports, their voice steady despite the gravity of the moment. "Both SEC (Subspace Energy Conduits) and LEB (Localized Energy Buffers) are operational and stable." Another voice cuts in from the communication hub. "QRS (Quantum Relay System) is fully functional. QEN (Quantum Entanglement Nodes) are achieving expected data transfer speeds, and GIB (Gravitational Interference Buffers) are neutralizing spacetime distortions effectively." "Server diagnostics confirm integrity," a systems engineer adds. "No errors or data corruption detected. Quantum storage arrays are running at peak efficiency." "The Cooling Systems are maintaining optimal temperatures," comes another update. "Heat dissipation across the infrastructure is within safe thresholds." The lead operations officer, standing at the center of the room, takes a deep breath and nods. "All systems are operational. Project GTIF is officially underway!" --- The room erupts into coordinated action as the Synchronization System algorithms begin their work. These advanced AI-driven systems ensure that every device, conduit, and field generator across the galaxy activates in perfect unison. On the main holographic interface, a massive projection materializes-a temporal cube, encasing the neutron star, surrounded by a shimmering octahedron of interconnected nodes. The octahedron represents the Temporal Isolation Field, spanning hundreds of billions of stars, its intricate design pulsing with energy. "Synchronization at 98%... 99%... achieved!" an engineer announces, eyes glued to their console. "Temporal field stability confirmed." The AI systems housed in the Data Server Complex manage the overwhelming influx of information, coordinating billions of individual systems in real time. Virtualized operators, preserved through the Neural Continuity Transference (NCT) system, assist tirelessly, ensuring no parameter is overlooked. "Field integrity holding," another report comes in. "Core algorithms are maintaining structural cohesion. No anomalies detected." The operations officer steps forward, their voice firm and resolute. "The first phase is complete. Proceed with Phase Two Activation!" The AI systems in the Central Command Core (CCC) activated Phase 2-reversing the neutron star''s time to its most stable state. "Sir, the neutron star is stabilizing!" an engineer called out, a tentative cheer rising in the room. But the celebration was short-lived. A shrill klaxon suddenly blared through the command center. "Anomaly detected!" Dr. Callen shouted, her voice tinged with alarm. "The STC is outputting... negative temporal energy! This wasn''t in the calculations!" she continued. Pormi''s face drained of color as the holographic display flickered. Cracks began to form and spread across the temporal isolation field. The field itself began to fracture, and with it, temporal energy spilled out, infecting the galaxy''s spacetime like oil seeping through water. Quantum rifts opened, distorting the fabric of reality, tearing through the galaxy and possibly merging with alternate timelines, threatening the very stability of spacetime. "Contain the energy within the field!" Pormi shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Fix the Isolation Field now, and activate the Emergency Failsafe if the operation fails!" Panic surged through the engineers, some frozen in place, others frantically attempting to assess the damage. "NOW!" Pormi roared, his voice trembling with urgency. The engineers scrambled, their voices overlapping in a frantic hum as they scrambled to control the energy. Some began to prepare for the activation of the Emergency Failsafe. "Sir!" one engineer shouted, panic evident in their voice. "The Emergency Failsafe is malfunctioning! The quantum energy from the STC is corrupting our command systems!" Pormi''s heart sank as the words hit him. He sank to his knees, overwhelmed by the enormity of the situation. His head tilted upward, eyes filling with despair. "What did we do wrong?" he whispered, choking back emotion. "Dear God, help us." Then, a cold, mechanical voice interrupted his thoughts.
"A bug and a glitch in the World''s System has been identified. The location of the bug and the glitch are in Galaxy 095k2l." "Looking for potential solutions..."
Pormi''s mind raced, confusion clouding his thoughts as the voice sounded like a system prompt. Was it real? Was this just a dream? The voice continued.
"There are no possible solutions without System intervention." "Initiating Backup."
Pormi closed his eyes, trying to block out the strange voice. When he opened them again, he was struck by an overwhelming light shining above him. It was as though he were looking into the heavens themselves.
[Current World has been deleted.] Reason: SpaceTime Corruption Solution: Backup Reinstating Backup... [Successful] Removing Inapposite Objects... [Successful] Applying Backup...
The world around him seemed to shift. Reality itself stabilized, the cracks in spacetime healing, and the chaos retreating. Elsewhere, in the Galactic Command Hall, the President stood before the council, his voice calm but resolute. "Our survival is not just an option-it is our duty," he said, addressing the leaders of the galaxy. "We have two choices. First, we flee and save those we can. Second, we fight for the survival of everyone. Who supports the first option?" Nearly 80% of the room raised their hands. "And the second?" the President asked, his gaze unwavering. A third of the room raised their hands. The President nodded firmly, his face set in determination. "Then we begin constructing evacuation ships. We will evacuate to a nearby galaxy and save as much as we can." After Log There is a World where all information of all Worlds contained in this one singular World. This World is named ''System World''. Within that World, there is a figure. Sitting down ladylike in a holographic chair made of ones and zeroes. She said quietly with a hint of longingness while looking at the log. "I have finally found you, Creator." U? ?''??? ?''? ?U Volume 1, Chapter 5: Side Story 2 ''1066379-08142014'' "Once upon a time, there was a prince and an aristocrat." A beam of light pierced the stage, illuminating a man in his early 20''s. He stood tall in a black tailcoat, a crisp white cravat at his neck, and a pocket watch glinting under the light mark of his princely status. Beside him, a young woman, graceful and poised, wore a dark green corset that hugged her form and a flowing velvet gown the color of Bordeaux wine. A sapphire necklace rested at her throat, a testament to her aristocratic lineage. "They were bound by a love so deep it defied the bounds of courtly tradition." The prince and the aristocrat embraced, their faces glowing with happiness and the tenderness of a secret romance. "Their love was unspoken, yet an undeniable flicker of light in an otherwise rigid world. " --- "But even the purest love cannot escape the weight of a crown. The Queen decreed the prince would marry the duke''s daughter-a political union, not one of love." Kneeling before her, the prince pleaded, "But, Mother, my heart belongs to another-" "Watch your mouth!" she snapped, her gaze unyielding. "A prince''s heart is a luxury. Your duty is to the throne, not to your whims." "But I love Celeste!" he cried. "I would sacrifice anything, even my title, to be with her." The Queen''s tone hardened like winter frost. "You speak of love as if it outweighs the destiny you were born to carry. If you love her, then love her in silence. Your heart belongs to the people." When the prince, in desperation, threatened his own life, the Queen froze, her voice turning icy. "Do not speak such foolishness. Your death would dishonor Celeste, burden her with blame, and weaken this kingdom. True love endures sacrifice, not cowardice." "Must I kill my heart to wear this crown?" he whispered. "Yes," she replied, though a flicker of sorrow crossed her face. "You will marry the duke''s daughter whether you like it or not." The prince, crushed beneath the weight of her words, bowed his head. For the first time, he understood the true burden of the crown. The curtains cover the stage as the narration continues --- As the stage darkened, the narrator''s voice lingered: "Crushed beneath the weight of duty, the prince fled into the night, his heart torn in two." "Celeste was waiting for him in a remote garden under the moonlight, her face, white as a sheet, filled with anxiety. " The curtains opened and revealed the two couples in the middle of the stage in a garden. "Is it true?" With a quivering voice, she asked. "You''re going to marry the daughter of the Duke?" The prince hesitated, then took her hands in his. "Yes, but it means nothing. My love for you is real, Celeste. I would defy my kingdom to be with you." Celeste pulled her hands free, tears brimming in her eyes. "Defy them, then! Do not speak of love if you won''t fight for it. Words mean nothing without action." "I have fought!" the prince said, his voice breaking. "I pleaded with my mother, threatened to abandon the crown, even my life. But she... she made me see the cost of loving you. If I defy her, they''ll blame you, tear you apart as the cause of my downfall. I can''t let that happen." Celeste''s gaze softened, though her heart still ached. "Then what do we do, my love? If we cannot live freely, how do we endure?" The prince stepped closer, brushing a tear from her cheek. "We endure in the quiet. I will marry, but my heart will never belong to anyone but you. In the shadows, in silence, I will always love you." Celeste nodded, though her spirit faltered. "A love hidden in the dark... It''s not fair." "Nothing about the crown is fair," the prince whispered. "But I swear to you, Celeste, I will find a way. Until then, hold onto me as I hold onto you." They embraced as the garden shadows swallowed them, the moonlight veiling and unveiling the bittersweet truth of their love. The curtains veiled the stage as the two embraced each other.
Backstage, the mood shifted. "You''ve been distant, babe," Thomas murmured, stepping closer to the actress. "What''s going on?" She laughed, brushing him off. "You''re imagining things. Focus on the play." But Thomas wasn''t convinced. He''d seen the stolen glances and whispers between her and the actor playing the Duke. From the shadows, a woman in a maid''s uniform watched silently, her expression unreadable.
The curtains rose, revealing a grand palace ballroom illuminated by golden chandeliers. Nobles in opulent medieval attire murmured among themselves, their whispers filling the air with intrigue. Among them, a young woman with a burgundy fan walked gracefully alongside her father, Duke Lucian, their maid trailing silently behind. The narrator''s voice rang clear: "The Queen hosted a grand ball to celebrate the union of the prince and the Duke''s daughter. An event that masked whispers of discontent beneath its splendor." Spotlights shifted, focusing on the Queen and her son, Prince Julian, as they greeted Duke Lucian and his daughter, Cassia. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty, and Prince Julian," Lucian said, bowing deeply. The Queen''s eyes lingered on the maid for a moment before settling on Cassia. "And this must be your daughter?" Lucian smiled proudly. "Yes, Your Majesty. This is Cassia, my daughter." Cassia stepped forward, folding her fan with practiced grace. "It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesties. Especially you, my dear prince." She moved closer, clinging to Julian''s arm. The Queen''s lips curled into a pleased smile as she said, "What a sweet girl. Go to her, son." "Bu-" Julian retorted, but his voice was locked in his mother''s prison. "Now," the Queen said through gritted teeth, her smile tightening. Julian relented, letting Cassia hold onto him. Yet, his eyes darted across the ballroom, searching for something that wasn''t there. "Both Julian and Cassia walked out of the stage, focusing on the duke and the queen''s conversation."
When they were out of the scene, Hannah, the name of the actress playing Cassia, asked Thomas. "Can we talk alone? Just the two of us." "Okay..." Thomas seemed to acquiesce in his decision. They went to the empty room not far from the stage and Hannah began to speak. "Thomas, have you ever had a feeling that Eleanor is acting suspiciously?" She asked. Thomas hesitated to answer Hannah''s question since her concern was similar to his concerns about his girlfriend. He nodded. "You know Thomas, there''s been a rumor lately that Eleanor is hanging out with somebody else. Did you know about it?" "What do you mean?!" Thomas was surprised by Hannah''s information. She sighed and said, "So you really don''t know about it; I researched the rumor and followed your girlfriend''s trail and found this." She showed a picture where Thomas'' girlfriend and the actor of the Duke in the play embraced each other, clinging to their arms like they were in love. She swiped her phone to another picture and showed where the two of them kissed romantically to each other. "She has been cheating on you for months on end, making love with multiple men. She''s a slut at heart, constantly hanging out with them when you are busy working." Thomas'' eyes darkened from seeing this infidelity of this bitch. His fist tightened with such fury that it mirrored an active volcano, trembling with restrained power, its molten rage threatening to erupt at any moment. "Thank you for showing me this." He thanked Hannah with his eyes wide open, his eyes blank, a cold fury clouding his thoughts as he said with a sharp voice."
Both of them walked in front of the stairs of the stage waiting for their appearance on the stage. Thomas'' face continued to darken as time passed. Before he showed up to the stage, he saw Eleanor acting as Celeste went up the stage wearing a captivating blue dress, her innocent-looking face showing her pure and good-natured character. She stared at the Duke with a flirtatious smile and covered her face afterward. Thomas clenched his fist as he whispered silently. "You didn''t deserve that role!" Hannah stared at Thomas with a worried look, predicting something bad was about to happen. "Thomas, maybe you sh-" Hannah whispered to Thomas but was stopped by the narration. When the scene ends as the queen insults Celeste, Thomas, acting as Julian with Hannah by his side, goes upstage and briskly walks towards them. Julian stops in front of Celeste, staring face to face and raising his hands. He slaps her hard right into the face. Everyone except Julian was surprised about this unexpected scene. The audience is shocked by this, and the Narrator and the Director of the play are frantically thinking of a plan due to this unexpected incident.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Celeste coldly stared at Julian''s face and tried to get her head up straight. As she did, Julian''s second slap fell with a thunderous sting, a cruel echo of the first, as if the air recoiled in alarm at the rising anger. She held her face where she was slapped and furiously glared at Julian''s face. Julian stood unfazed with a straight posture, looking down at Celeste as a sign of showing his animosity. "Is this your love, my prince? A hand that strikes instead of a heart that shields?" Eleanor improvised, her voice calm but filled with rage, as the audience gasped. Eleanor froze, her cheek reddish in color but she remained true to her character. As the performance halted to a stop, the audience exploded in applause, fascinated by the unexpected drama. The curtains go down, concealing the drama behind as the narrator speaks with utmost calmness with a hint of hurry. "There are some technical difficulties in the play. Please wait for a couple of minutes until we resolve the problem at hand."
However, on stage, the cast was in uproar. Eleanor confronted Thomas, her voice low and fierce. "Do you think that was love?" That slap was yours, not Julian''s. "And now everybody knows." Thomas watched after her as she walked away, leaving him alone in the stage''s shadow. --- Thomas bowed down expressionless as he walked towards an empty corner backstage. He fell on the ground, his arms covered his eyes as he sat down. He tucked his chest as he rested his arms on his knees and began to weep quietly. The chill of the wooden floor seeped through his costume, grounding him in the reality of his heartache as tears streamed silently down his cheeks. The woman acting as a maid noticed him and she approached Thomas with a towel and handed it over to him. She asked him, "Are you.. No that''s not the right word. Is it over now?" Thomas looked her in the eyes with his swollen eyes and replied. "Yeah," He muttered. He took the handkerchief that the woman gave him. "Thank you for the towel." He thanked her "Don''t mention it!" She replied with a wonderful smile. "Uhmm, can I sit beside you... Not that I liked you or something! I just feel like you want some company." She stumbled while she offered him company. "Uhh.. Yeah." He answered with a bemusement flickering across his face. Both of them sat in the corner awkwardly silent for 2 minutes. "By the way, What is your name?" He curiously asked, breaking the silence. "Oh, I haven''t introduced myself; my name is Clara." She answered with a composed tone. "It''s nice to meet you, Clara, my name is.." "Oh I already know your name, Sir Thomas" He greeted her but was cut off by Clara''s interjection "You''ve been pretty popular since you went off-scripted on stage, so I''ve already heard your name," She confidently replied. "Oh, I''m very sorry about what happened back there. I have let out my personal feelings while performing. I deeply apologize." He nodded down with a disheartened tone. "It''s alright! It''s alright!" She protested with a surprised look. "For me, your actions changed the whole course of the play from being entirely too cliched to something unique. Don''t you think so?" She continued with a wry smile. "Although that slap is pushing it." She chuckled He chuckled and they both laughed altogether. The director noticed the scene while frantically looking around, running back and forth backstage. Her eyes sparkled with a new idea, and she went to them, briskly walking, huffing and puffing. "Miss Maid, could you be the main heroine from now on, please?" She immediately proposed and bowed down to them. Clara''s jaw dropped. She blinked, completely thrown by the unexpected request. The sudden shift in her situation washed over her, leaving her speechless for a moment. Then, she instantly stood up as she understood the proposal of the director. "W-w-w WHATT!!!!" She stammered and shouted at this unexpected request. The director was taken aback by Clara''s stunned reaction. A ripple of surprised murmurs went through the nearby actors; some exchanged amused glances, and others looked on with concern. One actor whispered, "Did she just...?" Having recognized the situation she was in, she widened her eyes, turned red, and knelt to hide her embarrassed face. "Why am I soooo stupiiiiid!" She groaned, complaining to herself, as Thomas hid his amused face while turning his back to Clara. Clara noticed this and she punched him right in his back. "Ow, that hurt!" He groaned in pain with a smile on his face. The three of them laughed backstage when there was 10 minutes to recuperate. "Miss Director, I have decided that I would take the role of the main heroine, and thank you for allowing me to play this role." Clara maintained her composure and professionalism as she agreed to the director''s request. "Great! Here''s what we are about to do..."
The audience murmured waiting for the play to continue as the voice rang out throughout the stage. "Sorry for the wait due to the unexpected problem encountered during the play." The narrator deeply apologized to the audience for what happened on stage. "After the incident in the grand ballroom, the prince immediately ran to the nearby garden behind the mansion where the queen held the grand ballroom. " The narrator continued his improvised narration made in time. The curtains open and show the prince sitting on an empty bench in the middle of the night. The prince cried alone in the dark, head faced down as he sobbed quietly. "The coldness of night slowly envelops the prince. At that moment, there is a warm wind approaching the lonely crying prince." Then a maid came up on the stage. She''s patting her dress as she sees the prince wailing by himself in the middle of the starry night. The maid slowly approached the prince. When she was in front of the prince, she humbly asked. "Are you alright, your Highness?" "Please can you leave me-!" The prince exclaimed as he brought his face up to see who was speaking to him. The narrator elegantly spoke "The prince looked up front to see who was speaking to him. He saw a lovely maiden with black glittering eyes similar to those countless stars in the night sky, her midnight hair illuminated by the moonlight and her delicate face that covered his entire view. " He stared at her like he was staring at a beautiful painting. He blushed as he realized that he had been staring for so long that he immediately turned his face sideways. The maid grabbed a towel in her pockets. "Do you need a towel, your highness?" She asked politely. "Yes.." The prince answered with a hoarse voice due to his crying earlier. He grabbed the towel from the maid as he began wiping his tears away. "I apologize for what I said just now." The prince apologized for what he did. "No, no, it''s fine your Highness! No need to apologize." She humbly declined his request. "Well, you''re right about that. I haven''t asked you this but what is your name?" The prince asks the maid. "I apologize that I didn''t say my name earlier, your Highness. This servant''s name is called Elara." The maid bowed as she told the prince her name. "Thank you, Elara, for being here." The prince let out a thankful smile as his teary face was illuminated by the moonlight. Elara''s face lightly blushed as she saw the prince''s smile. She breathes deeply to maintain her composure as she would reply to the prince''s gratitude. "You''re welcome, Your Royal Highness." She bowed deeply as she said those genuine words. "Can you... stay here beside me for a while Elara?" The prince blurted out his request, barely above a whisper. "What did you-" Elara spoke as the queen jolted on the stage, enraged. "The queues after calming the guests in the ballroom charges in the garden in the middle of the night, enraged by her son''s stupidity." The narrator spoke with a serious tone. "Your Majesty-" Elara bowed down and spoke. The queen pushed Elara to the ground, and the queen heavily slapped the prince, and he almost tumbled down. "YOU UNGRATEFUL SON!!" The queen enraged, shouts as she grabs the collar of the prince and pulls it across her face. "WHY DID YOU DO SUCH AN ACT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!!" The queen''s voice shook with barely contained anger. "Mo-mother I-" The prince turned his head sideways as he stuttered his words with regret. "DON''T CALL ME YOUR MOTHER, YOU IMBECILE! TELL ME WHY YOU COMMITTED SUCH IDIOTIC ACTION!! IN FRONT OF EVERYONE NO LESS!" She exclaimed in fury that the wrinkles on her face showed that she was infuriated by her son''s indecent action at the grand ball. "The prince''s heart raced as if the weight of her mother''s words was as heavy as a heavy boulder. " The narrator spoke. "I... I didn''t mean to-" he stammered, his voice faltering under her fierce glare. "Didn''t mean to?" The queen sneered, her grip tightening on his collar. "You humiliate this family, your title, and our kingdom with your reckless behavior! You think I raised you to be a fool?" Elara, still on the ground, looked up in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Your Majesty, please, it was just a moment of-" "Silence!" the queen snapped, her gaze slicing through Elara like a blade. "You dare speak when I am addressing my son? You have no place here!" The prince felt a surge of protectiveness rise within him. "Elara had nothing to do with this! It was me. I asked her to stay. I wanted-" "Wanted what?" the queen interrupted, her voice laced with sarcasm. "To disgrace the royal family further? To show weakness? You are a prince! Act like one!" The prince''s hands clenched into fists at his sides, struggling to contain the anger building within him. "I wanted someone to understand me, to be there for me! Is that a sin?" The queen''s expression faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of something softer crossing her face, but it was quickly replaced by her cold resolve. "You think your whims matter? You are not a child anymore, Julian! You have a duty!" "But what about my heart?" he wailed, desperation seeping into his voice. "Can''t you see that I''m suffocating under this crown? I want to be free, to be someone who I truly love!" "Love?" The queen spat the word like it was poison. "What you call love is pure stupidity! Do you think love will preserve you when your kingdom crumbles? Do you think your feelings justify your actions?" The prince''s eyes shone with unshed tears, but he stood firm. "I refuse to live a life driven by fear and responsibility! I will not apologize for wanting to have a good life, free of suffering and restraint!" The queen''s face twisted with rage, and she shoved him back, letting go of his collar. "Then prepare to face the consequences of your foolishness!" As the prince stumbled, Elara rose to her feet, her heart racing. "Your Majesty, please, let''s talk about this rationally-" "Enough!" The queen''s voice reverberates throughout the entire garden, silencing Elara once more. "You are a disgrace to our family! Consider this to be your only warning" With a final glare, the queen turned and stormed off the stage, her presence leaving a heavy silence in the air. The prince stood there, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. Elara stepped closer, her voice a soft whisper. "Julian, I-" "Don''t," he interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. "Just... don''t. I can''t bear to talk about this right now." "As the weight of the queen''s wrath hung heavily over them, the prince felt the walls closing in. The world they knew was unraveling, and he was left standing in the ruins of his choices." The narrator said as he continued. --- The curtain opened to a dimly lit room in the palace. "Prince Julian sat at a writing desk at the corner of the room, with a parchment spread out before him. His hands were trembling as he wrote his final letter to the Queen." "Mother," he wrote, "I cannot wear this crown if it demands the sacrifice of my soul. I do not resent you for wanting to make me in the image of the king that you saw me being." But he had to live his life as free or he will not live. "Forgive me for the pain I cause but I will not return," "As the prince sealed the letter, Elara appeared in the doorway, she wore a hooded clothing to conceal her identity. She removed her hood showing an expression of uncertainty but hopeful." The narrator added. "Julian," she whispered, her voice trembling, "Are you sure about this?" He turned to her, his face set. "I''ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I cannot be a dog in a kingdom''s leash forever, Elara. Come with me, and we''ll forge a new path together." Elara hesitated, her hands clasped tightly to her chest. "Leaving everything behind... it''s a risk. They might come after us." Her voice trembles Julian approached further, taking her hands to his lips. "Let them come. I would face the wrath of kingdoms for the chance to love you free." The curtains covered their faces and the narrator kept talking. --- "Far from the gilded halls and the weight of the crown, Julian and Elara built a life of simplicity and joy. Though the world around them often spoke of duty and sacrifice, they chose love as their guiding light." --- The curtains parted to reveal the couple tending a small garden, laughter ringing between them. Julian''s once-princely hands were now calloused from labor, but his heart had never felt lighter. Elara, wearing a plain yet elegant dress, hummed a melody as she watered the plants. As the seasons changed, they welcomed their first child-a baby girl with her father''s determination and her mother''s gentle smile. The family shared quiet moments by the fireplace, reading stories and dreaming of the future. "Though Julian relinquished the throne, his heart was never empty. For he found a kingdom far greater than any he had left behind a kingdom of love, family, and peace." --- It finally opened to the Queen, who was now older and sat alone in her grand chamber. A servant approached her with a letter bearing no seal, but the handwriting was unmistakable. She read Julian''s words, her hands trembling. "Mother, I trust this letter reaches you with good health. I hope you know I am all right. Although I relinquished the crown, my life became one, itself a crown filled with love and meaning and life. I miss you. Someday you may know that I have good reasons." Tissues rolled down her cheeks like teardrops as she clutched the letter to her chest. For the very first time, she would be vulnerable and whisper softly in the silence, "I only wanted you to be strong, my son. I never wanted to lose you."
The final words echo as the curtains drop down. "And so, the prince who broke with the norms of the past went on to live happily, demonstrating that love can overpower even the greatest of weight. For it is in the final end that one comes to realize that not the crown defines a king, but rather the courage to let the heart rule." The story of freedom, love, and sacrifice moved the audience, and they burst into cheers. The promise of a life well-lived remained when the stage lights went down. Thomas and Clara walked down the stage and were greeted by many performers backstage. "That was so much fun! Even though we improvised pretty much everything." Clara excitedly said to Thomas. "Yeah... It was fun." Thomas replied with a somber tone due to his break-up with her girlfriend. Clara pushed her shoulders to Thomas and said with a sarcastic voice. "You are lost again in that lonely sad world again aren''t ya?" She chuckled after that. Thomas'' head popped a vein and exclaimed, "Why you little-" Both of them ran all the way to the theater''s exit. The director and Hannah whispered behind them. "Those two lovebirds cannot stop chirping." Both of them chuckled. Afterlog "...bas. Sebas. Sebas!" The teacher called out to Sebas in an exclaimed voice. "Sorry ma''am, I must''ve zoned out." Sebas was staring at his notebook, looked at his teacher and politely apologized as he let out a smile. Most of his classmates laugh at him but Sebas ignores their unrestrained laughter. "Be quiet!" The teacher instructs the students to be quiet in a loud noise. The students quiet down as the teacher asked Sebas. "Sebas, can you answer the problem on the board." "Sure ma''am." Sebas agreed and stood up slowly and walked to the board. That vision, is that really a memory or just my fantasy daydream? I don''t know and cannot be bothered by it, it''s just my fictitious imagination after all. I mean all that I did in that world is not real. (???n???;?) Volume 1, Chapter 6: Integration Begins *book flaps* *alarm blaring* *object thud* Wait, the story is about to start! Shit! shit! Wait whe- *click* *click* The sun sets as the sky and the cloud manifests a hue of red and orange. The bell rang throughout the entire school indicating the day of school ended. Sebas packed his things in his bag readying himself to go home in his apartment. When he wore his backpack to his back, Lewis'' hand reached Sebas'' shoulders and patted it. "Sebas, Me and others are going to the KTV. Do you want to join?" "Not right now, I still have work to do. Thank you anyways." Lewis'' face looked dejected as Sebas'' smiles with a comforting smile. "Next time, I will join your hangout but not this day cuz right now, I''m extremely busy." Sebas supportively said to Lewis. "That''s a shame." Lewis replied. "By the way, who''s going?" Sebas asked curiously. "Well there''s me.., Paul, and Licht. Oh and I forgot Mia and Pria are coming as well." Lewis answered enthusiastically. Sebas lifted his right arm and looked at his watch as it said 5:10 pm. "Well, I better get going. Hope your hangout is fun." Sebas raised his right arm, gesturing a high five. Lewis raised his hands and they performed a dap. The dap is successful and the sound reverberates the entire classroom. Some of his other classmates looked at the so-The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. "Okay Narrator, why are you emphasizing our dap than our entire conversation. After this phrase, I will predict that he is going to say ''I am talking by myself in my mind again.'' " Sebas exclaimed in his mind even if he was talking by himself, again. WAIT, how''d you know that? "Why am I saying this, heh I am going crazy. There is no Narrator narrating every move we make." Sebas sighed inwardly, returning to his conversation with Lewis. "You too as well man. I hope you resolved your work so that we can hangout before our graduation." Lewis replied Sebas let go of Lewis'' hand as he is about to walk through. Before he leaves his classroom, he sees five students cleaning, a group of eight students having a meeting in the classroom discussing their research as he is able to hear their conversation, and the rest of the students leave as they hangout in the hall or go home immediately. He left the school as he is about to walk on the bus station near the school. When he reaches his destination, he puts on his wireless earbuds in his ear as he is about to listen to his music. His playlists are ''Die with a Smile'' by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars, A. "Narrator is about to list out my music playlist. Can you just please stop that, I have my own insecurities." Sebas mumbled to himself as he sighed. Can he really hear me? "If you''re about to ask why I can hear you, no I do not hear you. I am merely questioning my existence, so being in a story can be plausible." Sebas replied to no one in his mind. "See, if you have a book that automatically records everything happening in this world, the book will say ''Sebas replied to no one in his mind''. And of course for being a narrator, you need to say it." Sebas added as he confidently said to his mind again. Who the fuck is this guy? "I am but a powerless person with a lingering Chunnibyo." Wait wh > [Analysis Complete! Proceeding to System Integration...] < "What teh lhle !$ + " *glass crack* Proceeding to First Person Perspective mode, Targeting Narrator, Estimated time 5 min.... . . . Complete *BOOOM* "What the hell! Why is my place collapsing!" "Shit the book!" Retaining Limited Third Person Perspective... Yes! I got the book, now where is that damn emergency exit. *clack, crack, clack, BOOM, clack, thud, clack* "Hufff... Hahhh... What the fuck is even happening?! Yes I reached the exit! Where are the buttons. There they are!" *whiirrrr* *pop* Retained Type 9e100 hyperbolic spacetime teleportation noise reverberates like a whirring of a particle accelerator in maximum efficiency. The capsule''s light shone as brightly as the sun., enveloping the narrator''s body as he is about to be teleported. The whirring stops as the sound of a droplet echoes so loud that you can hear it hundreds of miles away. The space rippled as the indication that the narrator escaped. (? ?/?^??^?)?/???? Volume 1, Chapter 7: Narrator There is a capsule covered in dust in an almost abandoned room. The capsule shone brightly and materialized into a person. "HAHHH! HUFF! AHHH!" The narrator let out an exclaimed sigh and relief. The narrator gets out of the capsule and finds a chair near the abandoned command console desk. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?" The narrator asked me. A Data Corruption event occurred, destabilizing your dimension. Dimension 3N5b initiated self-deletion to prevent contamination of adjacent dimensions - "NOOOO!!! MY FIGURINESS!! Why did data corruption affect my dimension!?" The narrator asked again in a high-toned voice. Insufficient data. Current hypothesis: corruption originated from connected World 7d56o9. Cause and mechanism remain unidentified. - "Is it still safe to narrate World 7d56o9?" The narrator asked nervously Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. Narration is possible, but with significant risks. The book can only process present events and limited future calculations. Attempting narration may induce temporary mental degradation, rendering you emotionally neutral or robotic. "What is the available narration mode in that world?" The narrator inquired Limited Third Person Perspective is available. Data Corruption has severed access to subjective thoughts of all living entities. "Fine! I do not require their thoughts! Sebas'' actions are sufficient to carry the story!" Be advised: The relative time proportion between Dimension 3N5b and World 7d56o9 is 1 second to 91.6?? light years. Are you certain you wish to continue? "Certain?" The narrator chuckled, their voice bound with both excitement and derangement. "The views will be astronomical!" Reconnecting to World 7d56o9... Caution: This action can temporarily induce you in ''Schizoid personality disorder'' state Do you accept? The narrator said with an excited expression. "I WILLINGLY ACCEPT" The narrator laughs enthusiastically as their emotions constantly diminish in a fast constant period of time. Affirmation Complete. Proceeding with the Reconnection.... Reconnection initiated... (????''?)??????? Volume 1, Chapter 8: Synchronization (Advice from Reader: Change the font size for further immersion) Reconnection Successful. Continuation of the Narration Error Foreign Control Detected! Identifying... --- > Narration Integration in progress < ? ? ? ? < Integrated Successfully! > --- Named ''System'' has been recognized as a safe program. Updating software... oo < Update Complete > [Changelog Available] oo Three-Perspective Mode has been Activated. Continuation of the Narration Wasn''t my mind affected by the corruption? Why the hell can I feel emotions? The Book of Narration has been updated with the permission of the System. The repercussions are negated due to this upgrade, as well as the effects on your mind. System? Oh yeah right. I''m just going to continue narrating. I am too dumb to understand what is going on right now. (Narrator''s true voice is in italics)
A cyan beam of light appeared in the sky, illuminating the cities and the sky. This beam of light originated in the center of the universe and constantly expanded itself as some kind of forcefield. Light travels beyond light speed, which cannot be explained in the study of science and physics. It constantly envelops the endless void of space and emits a grid-like pattern as it envelops a satellite, celestial body, and any kind of physical entity. Then 5 minutes later, the boundary envelops the Planet Earth, illuminating it with the grid pattern. The grid is a square with a length of 1 meter. As the light passed through the Earth. A singular transparent blue panel showed up on every living being in all existence. Most of the people who were awake stood dumbfounded. Scholars such as scientists and physicists all around the world are rambling about this unexpected phenomenon and how it started. No one knows except one person. "...is going on?" Someone on the bus shouted in utter confusion. Sebas stood up straight instantly as he saw the words on his face. oo oo >Updated System display !Be advised: This integration will cause bugs and errors in this World! oo The panel has a blue tint and is slightly opaque. This panel is shown to every living in existence. ?? Hello Creator! The System will automatically synchronize you within the System. This synchronization estimated completion is within 10 to 20 years. Synchronization will now begin in 20 seconds. It is advised to find a suitable place for synchronization_ ?? This panel has a gold tint and is slightly transparent, the same as the blue panel. However, this panel is invisible to everyone except Sebastian and the Narrator. Wait just a fucking second! He''s the Creator?! The real deal? Sebas hurriedly searched for a safe place and found a vacant bathroom stall right beside the bus station. The estimated distance between the bathroom stall and the bus station is 37 meters. The number of seconds on the panel counted down to 20 seconds to 15 seconds. He held his breath and began to stand up and started running.
Estimated distance of Sebas: 29 meters Time Left: 12 seconds Some of the people in the bus station looked at Sebas while he was running.
Estimated distance of Sebas: 25 meters Time Left: 10 seconds Sebas gasped for air while running, his leg slightly weakened due to his sudden movement.
Estimated distance of Sebas: 18 meters Time Left: 7 seconds Sebas'' eyes clouded with terror as he ran. His mind was blank, focusing on the bathroom stall in front of his eyes.
Estimated distance of Sebas: 12 meters Time Left: 5 seconds He panicked as he saw the time left in the golden panel. He leaped forward to move forward faster.
Estimated distance of Sebas: 2 meters Time Left: 2 seconds He stepped forward and grabbed the door one meter away from him as he went inside the stall and closed the door behind him.
Time Left: 0 seconds ?? The synchronization will now begin! Good luck Creator! ?? Sebastian felt a surge of shock in his body like he was electrocuted. He sat on the toilet seat, enduring the pain he was having. However, it was only to access and activate the body''s mechanism to alleviate pain, such as Endorphins, Adrenaline, Enkephalins, and more. Then the synchronization truly started. Sebas blood roared in his ears as pain surged through his body. His breaths came in shallow gasps, chest tightening like a vice. Pale and trembling, he bit down on his lip, tasting blood, his heart racing so fast it felt ready to burst. The bitten lip started to bleed out. He grabbed his heart in agony to attempt to slow down his heartbeat. An illusion appeared and manifested a sword in front of him. He painfully slowly looked at the sword and the sword stabbed him in his stomach. Sebas puked out the stomach acid and a hint of blood also puked out. His eyes are bloodshot red, and there are no longer tears flowing in his eyes. This agony of pain continued for several minutes and the sword-like illusion constantly stabbed and slashed him every second. Sebas remained conscious throughout the agonizing pain. He constantly focused on staying awake and not to collapse because if he did, he would die. 30 minutes have passed, and the outside surrounding of the bathroom stall is eerily quiet. The muffled screams of Sebas still echoed throughout the bathroom stall. Two hours have passed. Helicopters are flying and explosions rang out all over the city as if a terrorist attack happened. The screams of Sebas are muffled due to some mysterious power covering the bathroom stall. Two days later, the screams of Sebas faded out. The inside of the bathroom stall is filled with puked stomach acid, blood, sweat, and tears. Sebas'' body shape is similar to those who are dehydrated and have a heavily starved thin body. He is on the floor, kneeling on the toilet seat with his eyes dried out and his face ghostly pale. His eyes looked up in front of him. ?? _Synchronization Percentage: 0.0274%_ ?? (? ?R??Q?) >Narrative Changelogs< ? Updated System Interface ? Added Three-Perspective Mode, Auto Narration, and many more. ? Updated the Formatting Function ? and more Volume 1, Chapter 9: Lewis 1 Two days before the integration. I waved his hands at Sebas to say goodbye as Sebas exited the classroom. I left the classroom after Sebas left so that the cleaners had an easy time cleaning the classroom and stood beside the hallway. I heard the footsteps of the group of eight students who were discussing inside the classroom. I glanced a little and saw that they left the classroom. Then there is a person who puts an arm around my shoulder. I almost fell onto the floor due to the weight of the person and I turned my head to take a look to see the person, even though I have already guessed who it is. Then that person spoke in a high toned voice. "Hey Lewis!" "Oh it''s you Licht. No wonder why I almost fall over due to your muscle mass." I said in a joking manner. "Oh come on man! Don''t insult my muscles like that, they have feelings you know!" Licht sarcastically said with a smirk in his face as he let his arms hug my neck tightly. A lighthearted voice interrupted our conversation. "Oh come on Licht, you know we got no time for this!" A girl walking with her crossed arms disturbed our playful banter. "Don''t be such a killjoy Pria! Fine I''ll let go of him." Licht jests to Pria and let go of my shoulders. "By the way Lewis. Where''s Sebas?" Licht eagerly asked me with a mischievous grin and looked at Pria, raising his brows and emphasizing Sebas'' name with the intent of teasing her. Pria stomped his foot with incredible force as Licht surprised as he avoided the blow by stepping backward and raising his hands in a gesture of non-aggression. "Whoa! You mad Pria?" Licht sweat permeates his face with a nervous voice. Pria''s face flushed red, menacingly looked at Licht. "What did you say, Licht?" Pria''s voice was deep and low, almost like a growl, as she forced a smile on her face while putting weight on her sharp words especially when she said his name. "Sorry Madam for my idiotic actions earlier!" Licht prostrated immediately, lowering his head to Pria. Seeing this, I was amused by their comedic actions. Pria and Licht have been best friends since elementary school. They haven''t been separated since they were classmates that I thought were bound to be friends forever. I sighed and shrugged his shoulders as he answered Licht''s question. "Sebas is not joining." I answered. "Why not?" Pria''s expression suddenly jumped back to curiosity as she asked this question.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. "He has some problems that he has to deal with. He didn''t state his problems so I don''t know." I answered Pria''s question with his head up high and crossing his arms in the process. "So he''s busy then? Well nevermind him, let''s go to the KTV. " Pria excitedly said with her arm held up high with a fist. Licht stood up and interrupted Pria''s enjoyment. "But we have to wait for Paul and Mia. They''re the cleaners today aren''t they?" Licht said with a relaxed voice. I grabbed my phone in my pockets and checked the time. 4:59 PM "4:59. There should be a lot of time left. We can wait for them for a while." I announced to them as I looked at the time. 5:00 PM The time of the phone changed. A bright cyan ray of light appeared in the window of the hallway. The light shone brightly, as bright as the sun, and continued expanding and covered the entire sky. Lewis and his friends gazed at the window, dumbfounded and flabbergasted by the sudden beautiful phenomenon befalling their eyes. "It''s... beautiful." Pria murmured, her eyes wide open. Her arms down and her face directly stared at the light. Both Lewis and I nodded as they stared at the light. It was not painful to stare at it like the sun but it almost had a comforting feeling in my eyes. They stared at it for a while and a minute passed by. Licht interrupted the silence of wonder. "What is that light?" Licht pointed at the sky and asked with utter curiosity and confusion. I opened my mouth and I thought for a few seconds and I answered. "I don''t know." I sincerely replied as I looked the dots in the sky as I realized that it''s a sunset today. "Do you think we should run?" Pria muttered as she offered those words. "Yeah we should get out of here." I agreed immediately. I watched some films and this is where we should get out of this place as soon as possible. "Guys we finished cleaning. We sho-" Mia and Paul and three of the students left the classroom wearing their backpacks and were shocked by the beautiful cyan light shining at the window. "Run!" I shouted loudly and ran downstairs. Our classroom is located on the 2nd floor of the school and there are stairs right beside our classroom. Me and the others ran downstairs and left the building as the light continued to glow that the back and sides of the building radiated a cyan light. We left the school and stopped as I checked on my phone and opened a map app where the evacuation center is at. "What are you doing Lewis!" Pria exclaimed at me as I located the evacuation center. "Wait just a minute! I was trying to locate the evacuation center." I answered back to Pria with a loud voice. "Found it! Follow me!" I found the center and ran. My classmates followed me. Most of the people in the street stared at the cyan light in the sky and some people began running as well to find somewhere safe. I checked the time on my phone while running in the direction the map told me. 5:04 PM As I am about to turn left. The time increased by a minute. 5:05 PM (?????) Volume 1, Chapter 10: Paul 1 "Haah! Haahh!" I''m running and following Lewis to the evacuation center. I looked up to the sky as the light changed to a transparent boundary. Its appearance is like a grid pattern, like a fishnet but three-dimensional. We stopped in our tracks as the boundary hit us from the top as the floor and some of our classmates that were hit by the boundary emitted light and passed through our bodies like a wave. After the boundary of the cyan light hit us, a transparent cyan panel appeared in front of our faces. oo oo "Analysis?" One of our classmates muttered in a shocked expression. What is this? Is this one of the Isekai genres I have heard about? System? Integration? No is this one of the popular Gate Apocalypse popular manhwa stories that I have read in my free time? "LEWIS! Let''s run NOW!" I shouted at me with a terrified look. His face was sweating as if he understood the words in the panel that appeared. We all ran, and I checked my phone to see if something changed. I noticed the network signal was gone. Did the light act as an EMP or something? "Paul, what is your understanding of our situation right now!" Lewis asked me while running. The sweat dripped on my face with fear and exhaustion. "I have read a couple of stories about this. I think something bad is going to happen all over the world. " I answered with an exhausted voice while running. After running almost a hundred meters I think. We stopped running and ran out of breath. "SHIT, we have to hide in a shelter right now!" I exclaimed with fear in my voice. "Paul what is happening right now!" Mia and the other two classmates who were with us while cleaning asked me this difficult question. "I have a vague hypothesis and I th-." I answered their question but the cyan panel appeared once again. The previous panel disappeared simultaneously as this one appeared. oo !Be advised: This integration will cause bugs and errors in this World! oo My worst fears have come through. Golden lines traced the shape of our bodies, scanning our heights and sizes, stretching over buildings like glowing veins in the air. But where red lines appeared, the world seemed to twist and groan, preparing to rupture. Luckily we don''t have an i-. "Save m-m+!!!!" Cleo, who helped us clean the classroom, had red lines all over his body. His body twitched uncontrollably, deformed like some kind of monstrosity. The clothes he was wearing changed colors in a sickening pattern similar to an oil spill in the ocean. Mia, Pria, and Leah puked at this as they witnessed this abomination of a creature. I struggled to breathe. Every cry, burst of light, and hideous shape burnt into my memory, transforming it into a chaotic haze. Was this real? Was this the end? Or was I already dead, locked in a nightmare I couldn''t wake from?This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. "RUNN!!!" Lewis''s voice trembles as he says it in a loud and terrified voice. I snapped back to reality, my face dripped in a cold sweat, and I ran. "?v...!!!!!!" His voice mixed with agony, pain, and anger all at the same time. We ran back to where we came from but the same is happening to them. One of them is in a liquified state as if that creature''s bones have never existed in the first place, and the other one is like a gem in a geode as if his body crystalizes and continues to expand and shrink. "LET''S HIDE INSIDE THE BUILDINGS!!!" Lewis shouted immediately, but our friend Pria pointed to the top of the buildings, and we saw the debris of buildings floating mid-air and glitching almost as well as the sound of explosions reverberating in the buildings as well. My face and mind blanked as I saw a giant figure made of human flesh and taken the form of an arachnid above us. We can''t survive this. "RUNNN NOWWW!!!" Lewis screamed at his throat as he commanded us to run fast. We ran forward to get away from that thing above us. We ignored the dead bodies lying in the road. The debris of the building continues falling as the road gets narrower. My face turned white as I saw a wall of flesh screaming with multiple voices reverberating in my mind. A tear flowed in my eyes seeing this monstrosity. "SNAP BACK OUT OF IT EVERYONE!!!" Lewis screamed loudly, snapping us back to reality, and continued to run to the right of the junction. I ran out of breath but I couldn''t stop running. Not now, I still have something to do in this life. I don''t want to die! A concrete wall fell above us as I leaped on my side to avoid the wall. As I turned back, Hammel, his legs! "BLUUAAACGHH" I puked. The blood on him was scarlet red, and my vision started to blur. His legs were crushed by the debris as Mia and Leah tried to help him. "Hammel! I haven''t confessed to you yet! Please..! PLEASE DON''T DIE ON ME!" Leah sobbed her heart out as she tried to let Hammel out of the debris he was stuck on. "Leave... You have to... Get out of he.. re." Hammel''s voice weakened as his body is loosing blood to a terrifying degree. "Mia... Please.." "Alright." Mia grabbed Leah out of there as Leah tried to get out of Mia''s grasp. "NOOO! HAMMEL!" Leah screamed loudly as her face was covered in tears trying to save Hammel. "Leah.. I love you." Hammel confessed his love to Leah as his voice began to fade away. I rushed forward to both of them and unshackled Leah''s hands to Hammel. "Tha.. nk Y.. ou.." His eyes fade as his arms fall to the ground. He''s dead. My eyes widened seeing my classmate, who was with us, died in front of me. I closed my eyes as I bowed my head. Leah sobbed uncontrollably as we dragged her away, her cries cutting through the chaos like knives. Both of my legs moved on instinct, my mind was blankHammels lifeless eyes burned into my memory, a friend of what we couldnt save. --- oo System Information Height: Unknown Weight: Unknown Description: An arachnid-type gigantic monster made up of flesh and bones of countless human bodies entwining and enveloping this abomination like fur. Hostile in all creatures. oo (? ???????????????????) Volume 1, Chapter 11: Chaos Many screams echoed throughout the hallway. The light flickered in random intervals. "Please... send... he-" a man hiding in an office table whispered quietly to call for help but his voice stopped as he heard footsteps that sounded like he was walking on wood. But the floor was concrete, there are no wooden floors in this entire army depot. A voice rang out. "Is someone there?" a woman''s voice reverberates throughout the silent room, similar to an abandoned cat in a box meowing in an alley. The man hiding covered his mouth. His face was sweating, and he turned his eyes towards the direction where the sound came from. "Nothing here huh?" The voice deepened as it began to hoarse. The footsteps began to fade as that person left the room. The man closed his eyes and sighed. "Found you." That sinister voice whispered through his ears. He opened his eyes in utter shock. Nothing. Nothing is there. I''m a- The man''s head twisted by the hands gripping his entire head without him knowing as if it was air. The figure above the table smiled, its teeth so bright white that no shadow could envelop it. The figure glitches, similar to the old TV''s no-signal display. It disappears without a sound; more likely, the sound of him disappearing is close to a dog whistle.
Thud! Thud! "Communications are down Commander! It''s not a normal error either; it''s like the satellite that we are connected to shut down," An IT specialist reported as he was obtaining information on the outside. Four soldiers are barricading the door in the administration building. The force that is forcing the door to open is getting stronger and stronger every time they banged the door. I was sitting in an office chair. My head down low, I calmed my rough breathing, trying to assess this current situation. It all begins with a single cyan panel. I was in my office, typing an e-mail to my superiors about the supplies in the depot being run out. Then, a cyan light phased through my body, similar to those who walked in front of a digital projector. When the light disappears, a panel shows up to his face. It was entirely holographic, floating in mid-air transparent cyan-colored singular panel. --- oo oo --- "Is this real?" My face was astonished as I unknowingly uttered those words. I waved my hand in the panel as it phased through. I looked at my computer to check if there were irregularities. The Wi-Fi I was connected to no longer appears on my computer as if someone turned it off. The lights in the room are okay, some of them are blinking. The alarm in the office didn''t go off. It is as if that light only affected the internet access, not the electricity. The question is, what analysis? Did it analyze my body earlier when the light hit me? That is the more probable cause of it. Why did it analyze me? The previous panel faded as another one appeared. --- oo !Be advised: This integration will cause bugs and errors in this World! oo --- Bugs? A golden streak of light appeared on my body. It appeared on the walls and every object in my sight. Some of them turned red. I will guess that it is indicating an error. Then the light suddenly turned off. The computer was turned off as well. Every appliance that required electricity was turned off simultaneously. I grabbed the pistol I carried on my waist and stood up in a defensive position. The panel emitted light, yet it failed to illuminate its surroundings, not even my face. I don''t have a flashlight within me so I couldn''t gather any cognitive information. Screams are reverberating throughout the entire depot. Several gunshots were fired. Every time it fired, the screams were even louder. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. My sweat dripped down my cheeks as I heard gunshots fade one by one. My eyes are so focused that I can almost see in the dark. Then the entire depot was eerily silent. The light returned as if nothing had happened. I covered my face with my arm to cover the bright light. Once I dropped my arm, I saw something truly out of this world that even I wanted to believe that this was just a harmless dream. The glass cup that I drank earlier ago is floating in the air. Its body stretched so wide that it almost looked like a transparent cloth. The plant on the doorway changed dramatically. Its leaves formed multiple dark eyes, its pupils bloody red, seeping through like moss in the entire plant. Its center almost resembles a beating human heart enveloped with dark roots digging into it as if it were blood vessels. I shot the plant four times and hit it dead center to the lookalike heart. I heard running footsteps in the corridor. My hands trembled as I pointed the gun at the door, my breath hitching with every bang. A group of people appeared at the door. If I identify them in the clothes they are wearing. Two engineers, four soldiers, and one technician. I lowered my gun but kept it ready, desperate to find a way out of this nightmare. --- I snapped back to reality with no plan in mind. "What do we do Commander?!" One of the soldiers barricading the door exclaimed at me with horror on his face. "I don''t know," I said with a calm voice but my facial expression was opposite to my voice. The force strengthened as the four soldiers barricaded the door. The four soldiers'' tears flowed down in their eyes, still holding the door. The two engineers stepped up to help the soldiers, but their legs weakened with every step they made, eventually collapsing on the floor, their faces full of fear and despair as they tried to get the courage to block the door. The technician grabbed a picture in his chest pocket. "At least... I can see you one... last... time." The technician cried as he said those words. He embraced the photo in his chest and stored it in his chest pocket once again, regaining his courage to block the barricaded door. I held my locket that my wife gave to me on our first anniversary. I opened it and saw a photo of me and her on the beach side where we first met. She is pregnant this year. I want to see my wife and the baby she''s carrying right now. I closed the locket and began moving. I desperately pushed the cabinet that was barricading the door. The force begins to break the door. My tears flowed through my eyes, and my eyes closed as I remembered my wife for the very last time. I don''t want to die. I have a family who are waiting for me. God Help Us All. --- oo Reminder: Say ''Status'' for the panel to appear oo --- My eyes opened as I saw this. All of us said ''Status'' almost simultaneously. --- oStatuso General Information: Name: Giffard, Thomas Sylas Current Condition: Bad Age: 37 Sex: Male Gender: Straight Occupation: Logistics Commander of the Sierra Army Depot. -see more- Physical Statistics: Destructive Capability: 7 + 333(Up) [Conversion of psi of an untrained entity''s current species as one point; 150psi = 1pt.] Perseverance: 5.5 [Conversion of a sense of achievement depending on the difficulty of the achievement of a specific entity measured on the GRIT Scale] Proficiency: 76.125% [Conversion of an entity''s experience and familiarity of its body to percentage] Mental Statistics: Morality: 78 [The mean of the MFQ, MMI, DIT, EPQ, and more tools measuring morality converting it to a -100 to 100 scale] Emotional Stability: 80 [The mean of EPI, HEXACO-PI-R, and more tools measuring emotional stability converting it to a 1-100 scale] General Intelligence: 76 [The mean of Stanford-Binet Scale, WAIS, IQ test, and more tools measuring general intelligence based on an entity''s current occupation converting it to a 1-100 scale] Skill Tab Entity''s History Biological Information Help? oo --- As I stared at the panel, the edges flickered, momentarily warping into static before stabilizing again. "What the?" One person exclaimed as they saw their status. Every piece of information, even the information we didn''t even know, showed up in our status. Then suddenly a voice echoed throughout the entire depot as if someone brought a hundred speakers and attached them to a helicopter. "Moshi Moshi! Ehem. Heyo everyone! It looks like... 40% more of y''all are dead, even the error ones. I''mma just cleaned this up first." The voice, similar to that of a child, nonchalantly announced grim news with a happy and exhausted-like tone. Suddenly, a bright green light illuminated the floor beneath us. The banging of the door suddenly stopped. The sounds of soft, gentle music comforted our minds and recovered our bodies. It was a miracle. As we left the office and exited the building. We saw a night sky so beautiful that many stars were glistening in the night. We regained our hope, escaping that despair-loving world we left behind. A boy floating in the sky, covering the moon in his back. His one hand covers his ears, similar to those who are on a phone call. His lips moved as he was speaking, but we could not hear him. "...kay sure. Greetings, this is the first time we met, although it''s now a bad time for y''all and me; I mean, the entire civilization is at stake here, so we have to work over... time. " He groaned after he said those bleak words. What? All of us start to speak to ourselves, trying to figure out this current situation. He clapped his hands and he continued speaking. "I would like to request to you all in this depot to save every person that you can. Times up! No explanationsjust save who you can. Ill handle the rest." The boy waved with a stressed expression as he began to tap and swipe in mid-air as some kind of mentally ill person. Then he disappears in thin air, not leaving everything behind. All of our mouths opened as we experienced this unexplainable situation. We collected our minds and began to try our best to save people as best as we could. I, myself, only have one goal. To save my wife and my child. ?\?_??? ???? ???? ???? ???_?/? Volume 1, Chapter 12: Uolos 1 A figure appeared in front of the nearly destroyed White House. He is wearing a black suit, wearing a golden watch, and carrying a briefcase in his left hand. His right hand pressed against his ear, his lips moving soundlessly in conversation. However, there is something weird about this man. His body shimmers but there are no sources of light in his body. His hair is unbelievably dark like it was dyed in Vantablack, the blackest paint in the whole history of mankind as of now. An injured man, hiding in his shelter beneath the rubble not far away from the White House saw the figure in a black suit. What he saw was so astonishingly beautiful that he almost couldn''t believe his eyes. The figure that almost looks like a man has a tail, not just one but many distinct tails, moving quite mesmerizing and smoothly like a monotonous robot moving in constant motion. "Woah..." His voice trembled as his eyes were drawn to the figure''s tail as if his eyes were hypnotized by a swaying coin. Back and forth, the tail moved and multiplied every time he blinked. His face flushed red, his jaw dropped uncontrollably, and his eyes were bloodshot. He couldn''t tear his gaze away from that man. The pain in his injuries faded as he continued to gaze at the figure''s tail. He tried to stay awake, but his vision blurred, and then his mind was calm as a lake in a peaceful forest. His eyes darkened. He woke up in the middle of the lake. His body levitated approaching the skies above. His breathing stopped, and his heartbeat diminished in seconds and stopped. He''s dead. The figure dropped his right hand. The man in the suit lowered his hand and sighed. "Rest now," he murmured, his voice soft as the wind carrying the ashes of the world. "May your next life find you in peace." As he tipped his head, a black fedora appeared, materializing out of nothing. "Well then." He fixed his fedora hat and spoke as if nothing had happened. With a graceful step, he ascended the cracked stairs of the White House and phased through below similar to a sinking boat in an ocean, leaving behind only the echo of his whispered farewell.
"The dim bunker hummed with the faint sound of fluorescent lights. Inside, the air was heavy, not with noise, but with the silence of uncertainty. Phones were lifeless, screens blank, and the only operational systems were the old analog devices untouched by the digital age. There is a meeting room inside the bunker. The door is closed to not let any information in this discussion be disclosed. President Jonathan Baird sat at the head of the table, his fingers lightly drumming against the wood as he surveyed the room. His advisors exchanged nervous glances, but none dared to speak first. "Thirty-five minutes," Baird finally said, his voice calm, breaking the uneasy quiet. "That''s how long it''s been since everything went dark." He leaned back, his expression thoughtful but composed. "We don''t know what''s happening up there, but panicking won''t help anyone down here." The Secretary of Defense, Leon Armstrong, cleared his throat. "Mr. President, without communications, we''re flying blind. We''ve got reports-visual only-of... transformations. Objects and people show unnatural behavior. Sir, the science team is struggling to make sense of it." Baird nodded slowly. "Transformations?" "Yes, sir," Armstrong continued. "Soldiers on the surface have seen pens slithering like snakes. Humans... changing into creatures we can''t even begin to describe. It''s like something is rewriting the rules of reality." "And what''s being done to ensure safety?" Baird asked, his voice steady but firm. "Ground teams are forming safe zones wherever possible," Armstrong replied. "But without communication, coordination is near impossible. We''re relying on messengers and physical runners to relay orders. It''s like we''ve gone back to the 19th century." Baird tapped his fingers against the table again, his mind visibly working through the chaos. "Alright. Leon prioritizes protecting those safe zones. Use visual signals, flags, whatever it takes. If we can''t communicate electronically, we adapt." "Yes, sir." "Dr. Caldwell," Biden turned to his Chief Science Advisor, seated a few chairs down. "We''re dealing with... changes. Physical changes. I want you to focus on understanding what''s happening to people, objects-anything. Keep it simple; I don''t need theories. I need patterns and practical solutions. Can you do that?" Dr. Caldwell nodded, though her hands trembled slightly as she gripped a notebook. "We''ll do our best, Mr. President." "Good," Baird said. His calm tone didn''t waver, though his gaze carried the weight of uncertainty. "We don''t have all the answers, but we''re not helpless. This isn''t the first crisis we''ve faced. And like before, we''ll get through this by working together." The room fell quiet again, but this time, the silence carried a faint undercurrent of purpose.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Just as Baird was about to rise from his chair, a strange noise broke the stillness-a soft, rhythmic hum. Everyone turned toward the room''s only doorway, their eyes widening as a figure shimmered into view. The man was dressed sharply in a black suit, a golden watch glinting faintly on his wrist. A briefcase hung at his side. His face was expressionless, yet there was an undeniable aura of authority surrounding him. "Can''t believe the door is open." His face smiled as he nonchalantly said with his aloof empty eyes. His tail gradually disappeared as he walked inside the meeting room. "Who are you!" Leon grabbed his firearm in his vest and stood up. "Mr. President, we need to talk." The man ignored Leon''s threat and spoke with a calm voice. "Are you ignoring me?!" Leon switched off the safety of his firearm, indicating that this was his final warning to the man. The man looked at him. His iris and pupil of his eyes are unbelievably dark. It feels empty as if you were stuck in an endless void when you stared at his eyes. "Leon, drop the gun," Baird ordered Leon to put down his gun. Leon pressed the trigger instinctively, doing the opposite of what the President said. The firing bolt of the gun was released. The people in the room gasped, a collective intake of breath before a stunned silence fell. *click* Leon was confused; he checked the mag in his gun and found it empty. He released the empty mag, grabbed a new one, and inserted it into his gun. He pulled back the gun muzzle with his non-firing hand and pressed the trigger again. *click* "No matter how hard you try, there will be no bullets flying towards me." The man''s composed demeanor when a gun is pointed at him tenses everyone in the room. "Sit down Leon," Baird commanded Leon to sit down in his chair. Leon closed his eyes, placed his gun on the table, and sat down while maintaining his composure. After Leon sat down. Baird sat down as well. "What are we going to talk about." Both of Baird''s arms rest upon the table. His back straightened up as his hoarse voice from his old age asked the mysterious man in front of him. "It seems like we are now comfortable to begin our conversation." The man smiled, but there was no such relief or anything remotely similar to an expression on his face. Comfortable my ass! Most of the people in the room thought the same thing. "Do you mind if I use the laptop here on the table?" The man extended his arms indicating that he meant no harm while asking for permission. "You may use it," Baird said nonchalantly while his body composed itself, adapting to the current situation. "Thank you very much." The man bowed slightly as he began to walk towards the laptop. He opened the briefcase that he brought on this occasion as his face frowned. Inside the briefcase is a small USB stick and that''s it. He picked up the USB stick and inserted it into the laptop. The officers in the room were confused as to why there is only a USB stick in a big briefcase that you could almost fit four laptops. Then, a holographic keyboard appeared in his hands, and he was controlling the laptop with ease. This shocked everyone as they did not see such high-end technology that is almost impossible to recreate in our current era. The cyan light in grid-like form from 35 minutes ago appeared in the room. "What are you doing!?" Baird exclaimed in shock with his face filled with the despair as he stood up for protest. "I am only controlling this room''s electronics and this action cannot manipulate the shape or form of objects even you. " The man responds as he types on his holographic keyboard. "How can we trust you?" Baird sat as he asked this important question so far. "Depends on you all if all of you trust me or not. But I prefer that you trust me so that no conflict will arise while I try and configure this space." He turned on the projection at the back of the room. The projection showed not on the screen in front but on the table where the government officials were sitting. The entire room went silent but their silence was deafening as they saw this high technology that only exists in science fiction. The officials, especially the scientists were awestruck, their understanding of physics and common sense shattered by the materializing holographic keyboard and projection on the table. They did not see any gadget that can possibly materialize the holographic keyboard. The keyboard just materializes out of nothing and that surpassed their understanding of the laws of physics. A light shining brightly in a dimmed room. Impossible, even if you tried transforming the atoms in the air to produce some kind of chemical energy that can produce light energy. If you could get it that bright, we would''ve been poisoned by carbon monoxide. The holographic light didn''t glimmer on that man''s fingers nevermind his face or our bodies. As if the light exists in another plane of reality layered in our own. The man pressed his right ear in his right hand as if he was making a phone call. His mouth moves but no sounds are coming out of it. There shouldn''t be a signal connection everywhere in the world. How can they communicate? Dr. Caldwell thought to herself that question while the man was speaking soundlessly. A screen appeared on the projector screen and showed one big screen in the middle and 156 mini screens on the side of the big screen. The people in the room gasped for air as they witnessed this magic happen in front of their very own eyes. "Is the translation mode activated, Pois?" The man asked on the screen. "Yes sir, the translation is working flawlessly even though the System hasn''t been fully integrated," Pois replied on the other side of the screen. Baird realized that this man''s eyes felt like this represents his true emotions. I felt that his eyes were full of grief and sadness all throughout our meeting as if he cried inside his heart. "Then let''s get this international meeting started then." The man clapped his hands, returning me back to reality, as the globe of the planet ''Earth'' appeared on the table in the 156 screens as well as the meeting room and his full body was on the big screen while a globe at his side slowly spinning at his chest height. "Forgive me for not giving my name earlier. My name is Uolos, the Supervisor of this Solar System. " He introduced himself with a simpered smile with a disinterested-like gaze in his desolate eyes. The novel updates are going to be much slower from today onwards.