In the midst of the vast expanse of nothingness, a soul wanders, weaving a riddle.
In the tapestry of time, a riddle unfolds, Life's mystery, a tale to be told. Is it for love that hearts beat strong? Or to amass riches, a journey prolonged?
In the shadow of fear, the unknown looms, A reason to live, as destiny zooms. For parents' smiles or a lover's embrace, Does life extend, an eternal chase?
Is it gold and silver that holds the key? Or climbing the ladder of society? Fame's sweet allure or a family's embrace, In this grand play, what takes center stage?
A quest for meaning, a purpose to find, In the corridors of the heart and the recesses of the mind. For the fear of death or the joy of birth, Why do we cherish this fleeting mirth?
Yet, as the riddle deepens, answers slip away, In the grand enigma, where shadows play. For the why of life, in the cosmic ballet, Is a secret, a mystery, forever to stay.
Even after death, this soul could not answer the meaning of life. Did life truly lack meaning, or was the onus on individuals to unearth purpose for themselves? The soul remained silent, for it had already perished in an attempt to break free from the confines of its world. Alas, it was too late – a mortal with intelligence but devoid of any formidable power.
Having escaped the confines of its world, the soul tasted the essence of true power, devoid of weapons or bombs, but enriched with the raw potency of humanity. Yearning to transform into a being akin to those formidable entities, it faced a stark reality: a body bereft of any mana affinity rendered it powerless. In a final, desperate attempt, consumed by despair, the soul sought a radical change and embraced suicide.
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In a space adorned with pristine white, two couches framed a wooden table at the center. On one side, an entity crafted from an array of vibrant colors, resembling a human form, sat. With a wave of his right hand, a rift in space materialized, birthing a black ball-like entity that descended onto the opposite couch.
Addressing the silent black entity, the colorful figure spoke, "Greetings, young one." The black ball remained unresponsive, prompting a moment of patient silence. Realizing its inability to communicate, the colorful entity snapped his fingers, prompting the black ball to expand and transform into a young man with black hair and abyss-like eyes.
Greeting the newfound form, the young man expressed confusion, "Oh, um, greetings?" The colorful being, intrigued, inquired about the young man's experience in the space of nothingness.
Perplexed, the young man responded, "Well, I think it was silence and dark, so boring?" The colorful entity acknowledged the mundanity and transitioned into posing questions.
The young man, seeking clarity, asked about his demise and the purpose of his current existence. The colorful being nonchalantly explained the mortal experience, mentioning death due to a heart attack during sleep. Questioning his current state, the young man pondered on heaven, hell, reincarnation, or wandering in the void of nothingness.
The colorful being, however, revealed a unique fate. Instead of conventional afterlife scenarios, the young man was destined to be transferred to another world with magic and swords, governed by a system. The young man, intrigued, embraced the idea.
With a snap, the colorful entity wished the young man luck on his journey and declared their encounter to be the first and last, disappearing as the young man descended and vanished.
Alone, the colorful being mused on being the last soul qualifying for supremacy. Expressing a touch of regret for already being deceased, he anticipated chaos among the promised successors, fading away as the room dissolved into nothingness.
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Transitioning to a room with gray walls, a wooden table, lamp, and scattered books adorned the left side. A bed occupied the middle, where a young man with black hair lay. Awakening with confusion, he soon realized a peculiar circumstance. Uttering the word "System,"
"[Do you wish to become the host of System Nr. 67824329?
When not accepted, death is granted.
Yes/No]"
Mad laughter ensued as the young man accepted the system.
"[Welcome back into the world of the living, Host. I'm the guiding system for you! Do you wish to look at your current status?]"
The young man began to move his body, sit on the end of the bed, looked above him, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes again with a cold look. He said, "Yes."
[Name:Felix Moonlight
Titels:Young Master Felix,heir of the Moonlight Count
Age:15
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Hair Color:Black
Eye color: Abyssal Black
Affinities:not awakend
Physique:/
Not Awakened for more information you must possess magical Affinities]