[[ Personal Attribute: ■■■■■'s ■■■■■ is waiting to bloom. ]]
[[ Evolution of your existence has...
And then—
Silence.
Even the system—
Even the Akashic Record prompt—
Cut off.
The battlefield, once soaked in the blood of Elin, Aren, and Elena,
blurred out of existence.
Time itself had stopped breathing.
The Obsidian Howler froze, mid-howl—
Mouth open.
Limbs locked.
Death, suspended in motion.
Everything stilled.
When I woke up...
I wasn't awake.
I found myself inside a space—
A blank, endless, mind-breaking white void.
There were no walls.
No ceiling.
No ground.
Only whiteness.
Endless, all-consuming, sterile.
The kind of whiteness that makes you forget what darkness ever felt like.
I couldn't feel my body.
In fact—
I didn't have one.
I was seeing, but not with eyes.
Thinking, but not with thought.
Breathing, but not through lungs.
It was as if the space... was me.
And I… was the space.
Then—
A flicker.
A wrongness.
A ripple in the sterile dream.
Color.
Alien. Pulsing. Invasive.
Clusters of impossible particles bloomed—
Twisting into geometries the human mind was never meant to name.
Shapes that pulsed in frequencies not heard, but felt.
Like mold blooming in a perfect world.
And I watched—if that word still meant anything—
as they began to construct a body.
Not flesh.
Not bone.
Not spirit.
But something older.
Something forbidden.
They built me from absence.
First quarks.
Then matter.
Then structure.
Each atom—custom-built.
Each nerve—rewired by something that wasn't nature.
This was not transformation.
This was surgical unmaking by a god that had forgotten its own face.
I tried to scream.
But I had no mouth.
I tried to move.
But I hadn't even been born yet.
This was not rebirth.
This was repurposing.
I didn't know why this was happening.
Didn't know how.
All I knew was: It had something to do with my Personal Attribute—
The one the Akashic Records refused to name.
■■■■■'s ■■■■■
And now...
Now I think I finally understood.
What synchronization truly meant.
Because I was never supposed to be here.
I'm not from this world.
I was a reader—
A stranger who fell through fiction.
My soul belonged to a different reality.
My body? Just a shell, borrowed from this story's logic.
And yet… I knew too much.
Far too much.
I had read this world's story.
Learned its laws.
Memorized its future.
And this world—
This living, self-correcting Akashic Record—
It noticed.
Because in a world governed by narrative law, knowledge is weight.
And the heavier your knowledge, the more it warps reality around you.
The more it corrupts you.
Until the world expels you like a virus.
I should have died.
Should have been erased.
Like a miswritten sentence.
But something saved me.
My Attribute.
The one the Record can't define.
The one that's always protected me.
It shielded me from being erased.
It kept me from going mad.
It held back the corruption when the story itself tried to collapse me.
And now…
I understand why.
It wasn't just saving me.
It was rebuilding me.
Reforging not just my body,
But even my soul—
To belong in this world.
Because I came from a place
Where this world is just a novel.
And to survive here—
To remain in this contradiction—
I must become a being native to this very fiction.
A character of the Akashic Record itself.
This isn't healing.
This isn't recovery.
This is evolution.
This is synchronization.
My existence is being rewritten—
Not patched.
Not repaired.
Rewritten.
A major rewrite, designed to prevent rejection from story, Akashic Record.
A metamorphosis to anchor my off-world soul
into a vessel this reality can accept.
And for that—
My Attribute needed a vessel strong enough.
A higher lifeform—
Capable of holding my knowledge.
Capable of housing my soul.
Capable of enduring the weight...
of me.
I don't know how much time has passed in this white space.
Maybe none at all.
Maybe eternity.
Time doesn't seem to apply here.
But one thing is clear—
My body is completely reformed now.
And…
It's perfect.
Not in a boastful way.
Just… correct.
Fundamentally. Structurally.
Balanced. Smooth. Precise.
The features are still mine—
The same face I had when I woke up in this world—
But… refined.
Sharp. Pale. Ethereal.
Slightly longer white hair.
Eyes now a crystalline blue.
Still dead, though.
Emotionless.
Which makes sense.
It's a body without a soul.
Athletic. Lean.
Muscle lines sculpted just enough—
Like something drawn, not born.
And yeah...
What the hell is wrong with me?
Am I seriously being narcissistic over a corpse?
Then I realized something else.
I was calm.
Too calm.
Like something had severed my grief, my rage, my humanity—
And left only silence.
Just moments ago, I was breaking apart.
Crushed.
Drenched in blood and grief.
But now?
Nothing.
All that pain—
Muted.
Distant.
Gone.
I tried to open my Status Window—
Reflexively.
But…
Nothing.
Not even an error message.
This space—
It's beyond the reach of the Akashic Record.
Out of scope.
Out of control.
Untouchable.
And all of that…
Because of my Personal Attribute.
■■■■■'s ■■■■■ ( ? )
How powerful does it have to be…
To give me this kind of freedom?
Before I could think further—
I felt something shift.
My perspective.
My very sense of self.
Until now, I'd been observing everything from a kind of bird's-eye view—
As if I was the space itself.
Detached. Unanchored.
But then—
Everything went black.
And I woke up.
Inside the body that had just been reformed.
The moment I opened my eyes—
It was like diving into the calmest ocean.
Soothing. Peaceful. Whole.
I can't explain it in words.
This body—
It felt clean in a way that transcended hygiene, beauty, or even sin.
It felt sacred.
Uncontaminated by even the concept of decay.
Every atom of my being was screaming "holy."
I know it sounds absurd.
But it made sense.
This body wasn't just reconstructed.
It was reconstructed from the fundamental level of existence.
A vessel born directly from my Personal Attribute ■■■■■'s ■■■■■ ( ? ).
And yet…
That wasn't the most important part.
Now that I was inside it—
I could feel the changes.
Every nerve. Every cell.
Sharper. Cleaner. Stronger.
Beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
I was just about to test the limits—
To move, to think, to understand—
When the entire white space around me began to fracture.
Like puzzle pieces breaking apart.
Each shard of whiteness peeling away, floating off into unseen dimensions.
But even as the world around me shattered,
I felt no fear.
Not even confusion.
This body—
This space—
They had changed me.
Even now, within this new vessel, my mind remained calm.
Almost unnaturally so.
I wanted to think more—
To analyze it—
But before I could—
The space beneath me vanished like a collapsing platform.
And I lost consciousness.
______
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Wake up. How can you pass out after a simple teleportation?"
Aren's voice.
Mocking.
Amused.
Just a little too smug.
But…
That's Aren's voice.
And he's...
Alive.
He stood there.
Whole.
Breathing.
Arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself.
"Elena, the Practical Test just started. We just got here," Elin said, casting a glance toward me.
She frowned. Thoughtful. Calm.
"…But Lucifer—what should we do with him?"
This... this scene...
I've seen it before.
No—
I've lived it before.
We were in the Garden of Eden.
The same place.
But it looked… cursed.
Exactly like I remembered.
Moss-covered cliffs curling like they were trying to swallow the sky.
And the forest—
Breathing.
Everyone knows forests don't breathe.
But these trees?
White trunks.
Veins glowing faintly, like blood was pumping through them.
Vines that didn't just hang—
They slithered. Like they had deadlines.
The flowers?
Massive. Mouth-like.
Opening. Closing.
Waiting to speak.
There was no wind.
Only tension.
Oh, fuck.
This was from five hours ago.
Right when we first used the teleportation platform.
Right before hell began.
Before the deaths.
Before the angel.
Before I lost everything.
But how?
Everything that happened—
Too real.
Too detailed.
Too painful to be a dream.
"We'll camp here," Princess Elena said.
Poker face, as always.
But in her eyes?
Disappointment.
"Seriously… how does a guy faint from using a teleportation platform?"
And then—
The Akashic system returned.
[[ A portion of your Personal Attribute's abilities has awakened. ]]
[[ You have completed your Evolution. ]]
[[ ■■■■■'s ■■■■■ (?) has used every Story Point you've accumulated so far …
to rewind the story by exactly 5 hours. ]]
[[ Your dire wish to save everyone has been fulfilled under your Personal Attribute. ]]
[[ Exclusive Attribute: Perfect Recall has now retained memory from a non-existent timeline. ]]
Before I could feel relief—
Before I could even process that they were alive—
It hit me.
Every breath.
Every scream.
Every drop of blood.
Every inch of pain.
Every death.
All of it came crashing down into my mind—
Like being buried under a mountain of corpses I failed to protect.
"AHHHHHHHHHH—GODDAMN IT! STOP IT!"
I staggered to my feet—
Only to collapse again.
My knees hit the ground with a dull thud.
My fingers dug into my scalp, clawing.
Trying to tear the memories out.
My eyes—wide, unfocused.
My mouth—open in a silent, broken scream that wouldn't stop.
I couldn't breathe.
Couldn't speak.
Couldn't escape it.
I remember everything that no longer exists.
Memories that should've been erased—
Deaths that were undone—
Pain that time itself rejected—
Still live inside me.
[[ Constellation ' The Fallen Prince of the Lunar Throne' is looking at you. ]]
[[ Constellation ' The Fallen Prince of the Lunar Throne' seems... confused. ]]
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[[ Author Note:-
So… remember that bastard of a monster?
Yeah. Lucifer remembers too.
Next 2 chapters, he's going full annihilation mode.]]