•A/N: I stubbed my pinky toe so hard it's bleeding. I feel dizzy. I feel impending death!
And new book cover.
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A couch placed on the living room is seated by two people. The woman leaning on the man's shoulder as they both watched the television change colors in it's show of drama.
The man leans his head closer to his wife.
"I hope our child has eyes like your's. Even your mesmerising smile can be in their's. So that even when we are gone, the world would still know why I fell in love with you."
"Heeehhh... That's too corny. I'm cringing, who'll fall for that?"
"But you already did."
"Hahaha. Guess I did."
The woman laughed as she lovingly rubbed her child inside her enlarged stomach.
The child was never born.
The recording stopped in the man's phone stopped.
A tired sigh left the mouth of a man who has put a hand on his face. His body leaning on the couch inside the black bleak, a slightly empty room, too big for a single person.
To be a father and a loving husband was taken away from him.
To raise a stubborn and playful child. The time with the child that could have gone to school together. The time where the two could play games in the living room, annoying the mother. The time where he and his wife could have watched over a sleeping infant. Where the three would laugh in moments. Where the three would have moments of bliss.
But he was denied such.
Everything was taken away from him.
Is the wish for normalcy odd?
If a flower in bouquets wrapped in lies, is it still a promise in certainty for a great life?
Am I blinding myself so I could see the unseen, or am I blinding myself to deny the already seen?
My emotions are eaten piece by piece as I cry less and less. As my wounds are opening by each piece by something less.
Maybe it's fine to act fine. But is it fine to give in and ran away?
Am I still on the right side on this line? But am still being used and moments to be thrown away?
Now, not a trace remain as the man's fortitude is growing faint.
Malice overflowing in his heart to the world who took his world. His universe.
.
"I wonder why in some of those stories I read, the main character choose a zombie apocalypse world instead of some world where you could actually get some proper teaching and guidance then a world of mindless practice dummies? There should at the very least, a modern world where sword and magic had already fused with science. There literally has endless possibilities of worlds in the multiverse."
An overly extravagant dressed man spoke as he walks inside a large shopping mall. The golden patterns in the suit shines with unknown power as it waits to be released to assist it's wearer.
The inside of the mall bustle in business with people are buying and shopping around.
The man reached out too the pockets insides of his suit, grabbing a pocket of chocolate to put in his mouth.
"Thinking about multiverse... There should be a world where you get elected as president by breakdancing... Hmm. After thinking such, could there be a world where you could do a backfill to get jacked, where you flex to return skinny, then became a human whip to teleport so that you could go to sea to see the sea where the sea see you be?"
Very normal thoughts.
The man hummed as he stop and looks at another man with white lifeless eyes at a fair distance away. The owner of those lifeless eyes seemed to roamed the mall without proper balance.
"Ah. Sorry."
Bumping shoulders and shoulders with a stranger. The lifeless man jolted and jumped at the person who bumped with it, like a Fnaf animatronic jumpscare.
A burst of flame quickly consumed the guy and made the zombie disappear instantaneously.
The phenomenon seems to pass silently over the whole mall as no one reacted, continuing on their merry way, like no one seem to see the phenomenon's happening. The man who bumped with the lifeless zombie does not notice that he was just moments to have a little teatime with God. The unknowing man continues what he was doing.
It wasn't just this single walking dead, but the five dozen across the whole mall. All without anyone noticing anything out of place. How people aren't panicking and shouting is a mystery.
"...I wonder why some of those shows has that one very specific idiot who just doesn't have a brain and doesn't have any survival instinct? Asshole is the reason why plagues still spread even in the most fortified place."
Who let the ZomBrains in the mall?
A part of the shoulder design of the man's clothes return to it's golden glow from the slight hue of fiery red.
"What do you think about those people, Grail?"
'... Plot... And some people are just that dumb.'
"Good point."
The extravagantly dressed man continued on his way as he talked to an imaginary voice in his head.
If anyone saw him, they'll think he escaped a mental asylum.
Walking for almost half a day, he has yet to find his target. His magic to scan the area is still in progress, maybe he'll do a ritual to find the guy later. Definitely not because he wants to go around and explore because he didn't get to do that in the previous world, definitely not.
Going in to a stand nearby, he bought a hotdog waffle. This is an important part to search his target!
Taking a bite on his food, he chewed on it before talking to the voice inside his head.
"What do you think about the energy here? It's slightly lower than our world yeah? It's fluctuating, wacky even. The walking brain eaters have it stronger."
'What do you mean it's lower? It's isn't just slightly lower, there's no mana.'
Caelum grabs his chocolate to coat his hotdog waffle. Hmm, chocolate flavoured hotdog waffle, yum.
His chocolate addiction is getting out of hand.
"No no, not the mana, the electromagnetic around."
'...How the hell can you sense that?'
"Elementary, my dear. U just have 2 git gud noob lmao."
Oh nyooo, the chocolate coated hotdog waffle in his hand is gone...
Good thing he bought... Twenty?!
How isn't he already carrying diabetes with the amount of chocolate intake he eats daily is still a mystery. Nah, it's because of ~magic~.
"And maybe that's the reason why even after rotting and decaying for days, they look like regular normal people."
'Are saying that there's something, possibly someone, twisting a natural law of the four in the universe?'
"Yes."
Oh look, a milk tea stand. There's chocolate flavour.
His chocolate addiction is not getting out of hand anymore but overflowing now.
'So, what are going to do?'
If a person could control the natural forces of the world without the ambient energy, mana, to do so, and seeing as Caelum's still expanding search magic gave them information that there's almost a hundred of those walking undead in the whole city, then the person who could do so is at the very least a god-class in their measurement. And with the expanding magic already on the edges of another city indicates that the spread of undead are not reserved for only in this particular city, the number of this walking corpse only grew as the search magic expands.
"Search, duuuh."
'I know. But what I wanted to ask is how can you beat someone like that?'
"I'm not called the Modern Merlin for nothing. I'll just think about a magic for that while I'll search."
'You can't just create a magic on the fly.'
"Bet."
'No.'
"Puss."
'Fine! I bet that you can't make a magic to counter this bullshit in a day!'
"Done."
'No one in my history has ever ma-... What?'
"Done."
'...What?'
Deciding to show a demonstration, he used the new magic on some innocent undead six blocks away.
A navy colored glow surrounded the group of undead below the sewers. The undead who was limping and roaming around stiffly stop in their track, before their body started having convulsions and exploding there after.
"Magic. Me make, done."
Caelum used the universal words cave men invented.
'...What?'
But the grail was too illiterate to understand such magnificent language.
Caelum decided to ignore the loading grail in it's own confusion.
Oh, lookie there, a coffee shop that sells chocolate coffee. Fifty chocolate mochas.
Chocolate Addiction.
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A middle aged man sat on his chair. Numerous test tubes, beakers, and flasks scattered neatly on his desks. His eyes, having dark lines below indicating lack of sleep, reading the documents on his hand as he flips through pages of data and failed tests.
Almost, almost there, there's only something small left for the formula to be complete. But what the something is, is still unknown.
Already hundred upon thousands of test on numerous people are already made and done, yet when the research is reaching the peak, the progress reached a complicated wall.
If someone can judge his work, then they'll say this work is unethical and unmoral, evil can be said to be it. But when the test subjects are criminals, who has committed hideous crimes that has reached a life sentence, than can that judgement be mitigated? Lowered? Is someone can judge, then they will still say it is unethical. They are still people.
But for him? He judged it as fine, ethical, moral. If someone that has committed crimes of murder, then they should be prepared to give their life. If someone has raped, abused, or played with an innocent living life, then they should have been prepared to have their life be played as well. He himself is already prepared. Then why couldn't they be?
There are people like them who are allowed to be free, to experience life, to experience living, to be given another chance of joy after they have laughed as their own hands be coated crimson red by the innocent.
Do you find it funny? Laughable? That this criminals, monsters, these awful people are allowed to experience such joy called life and freedom?
He can be called a hypocrite, working with people who dabble on unmoral work. But when you have nothing to work with, no money to have your work be, then you will find yourself desperate.
Does he regret working with them? No. If he does, then that will just mean he regrets his work. He has already reached the edge, the only thing left is to break this last wall.
A single wall left to reach his wish.
A single wall to reach his desire.
A single wall to finally smile again.