As Luci walked through the vast expanse of Fantasy Jail Realism, towering signboards loomed overhead, each one casting a whimsical glow.
They read "Fantasy Jail," "Infinity Grave," "Infinity Mansion," and "Infinity Lock-Up," their colors vibrant and alluring. The landscape stretched endlessly, yet every sign was remarkably visible, almost like a guiding hand, leading him toward their destination.
"Looks like we're making our way to Infinity Grave," Luci remarked, glancing at the sign that glimmered with an ethereal light.
"Yeah, and it feels like we've been walking forever," FJ, the spirit of Fantasy Jail, replied, his tone a mix of amusement and impatience.
"Patience, FJ," MI, the spirit of Infinity Mansion, said. "This is a unique space. It works on its own timeline. We'll get there when we get there."
"I wouldn't mind a little more urgency," Nova added, hovering slightly above the ground as he walked alongside them.
"After all, we do have important things to do, don't we?"
"Speaking of which," GI interjected,
"let's take a moment to appreciate where we are. The first vicinity, Fantasy Jail, allows one to bask in all their fantasies and dreams. It's a place where you can devour anything you desire, lock someone up, and release them whenever you want. It's all about satisfying wildest fantasies without boundaries."
"And then we have Infinity Mansion," MI added, gesturing grandly. "An open space for socializing, where people can enjoy themselves without restrictions. It's a grand mansion that fosters interaction and fun."
"Moving on," Nova said, excitement tinging his voice, "Infinity Grave is unique, where the dead are preserved, appearing almost alive. It offers comfort to those grieving their loved ones, a sanctuary of solace amidst sorrow."
"Lastly, there's Infinity Lock-Up," FJ chimed in, his tone turning serious. "A place where dangerous individuals are contained. Once locked up, they can't escape unless the Lock-Up senses they are no longer a threat. Mercy isn't shown here; it's a strict area meant to keep dangerous entities far away from you."
Luci nodded, taking in the weight of their words. "All these places are connected, yet the Lock-Up stands apart. That's a heavy responsibility for anyone who finds themselves there."
Nova grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You got it! And while we're inside Fantasy Jail Realism, no one can find us, not even with magic like a tracking crystal. This realm is shielded by your transcendent abilities; not even the most powerful beings in this world can breach it."
"Feels reassuring," Luci replied, a sense of purpose growing within him.
"Just don't get too cocky," Nova warned playfully, "or you might find yourself in deeper trouble than you anticipated."
"Maybe a few existential crises are inevitable," Luci teased back, "but I trust you all to help me enjoy them."
As they ventured deeper into Infinity Grave, Luci felt the air around him thrum with an otherworldly energy, every step echoing like a heartbeat in the silence of this enchanted realm.
It was as if he had crossed into another dimension, a vast, mystical world that existed apart from reality.
"Why do I feel so many emotions here?" Luci pondered aloud, a sense of awe washing over him as he glanced at the spirits surrounding him.
At his question, GI, the spirit of Infinity Grave, smiled warmly, her hands resting over her chest as she bowed respectfully.
"Allow me to explain, my lord. You are within your own dimension. This world is a manifestation of your soul. While you may think we are in another realm, the truth is, we are within you. The stronger your soul, the more emotions you will sense here. This profound connection is only possible through your Supreme Fantasy Jail Realism ability."
"Oh, I see now," Luci replied, a mix of understanding and wonder filling his mind. "Thank you for clarifying that. Please, continue to guide me."
The spirits responded with cheerful bows, their enthusiasm palpable in the air.
As they approached a shimmering glass structure nestled among ethereal flowers, the robotic form of Nova stepped forward with purpose.
Following GI's guidance, he carefully placed the mage within the flowering glass. Luci watched, intrigued, as the mage's body appeared more serene, as if peacefully sleeping. The once-faded features now glimmered with a renewed vitality, the ethereal light of Infinity Grave bringing a sense of calm.
"Look at how the essence of this place revitalizes him," MI remarked, his eyes bright with admiration. "Your connection to this realm is truly remarkable, Luci."
"Yeah," Luci murmured, his gaze fixed on the mage. "It feels like a second chance for him."
"Indeed," FJ added, a hint of pride in his voice. "And it's all thanks to you, my lord. This dimension responds to your will."
Luci's heart swelled with emotion as he observed the harmony between the spirits and the environment. In that moment, Loci stood before Sylphrena's lifeless body, the weight of her note pressing on his mind.
He closed his lenses for a moment, focusing on the system."Nova, activate Memory Reading," he commanded, his voice soft but firm.
[Memory Reading Activated... Processing...]
His vision blurred, the world around him shifting like a distorted reflection in water. Suddenly, everything became clear again—but this time, it wasn't the present. He was inside her memories.
A young Sylphrena, barely eight years old, came into view. She was in a village, running through fields of tall grass, laughing as the wind tousled her blonde curls. Her parents were watching from a distance, smiles etched on their faces. She was innocent, carefree, unaware of the future that awaited her.
'So, this is her childhood,' Loci thought as he floated behind the young girl, unseen and unheard.
The scene shifted again. Sylphrena was a teenager now, practicing magic spells in a dark, candle-lit room.
Her face was focused, brows furrowed in concentration. She had an insatiable hunger for knowledge, devouring every book on magic she could get her hands on. But it wasn't just magic she was interested in. On a small table beside her lay blueprints—rudimentary designs for mechanical constructs.
"This is where it starts," Loci mumbled to himself, seeing the seeds of robotics planted in her young mind.
Another leap in time. Sylphrena was now in her early twenties, a renowned sorceress in the magical world. Her reputation for both magic and machines had grown.
Yet, despite her success, there was loneliness in her eyes. She had no friends, no family to speak of. Everyone admired her from a distance, but no one truly knew her. Loci could feel it—the quiet sadness that settled deep within her, despite her accomplishments.
Then, something changed. Loci found himself standing inside a grand temple, Sylphrena kneeling before a glowing figure. It was the god of technology, his form pulsating with mechanical brilliance, wires and gears intertwining like living things. Sylphrena's face was filled with awe and reverence.
"My child," the god's voice boomed, "you have impressed me with your pursuit of both magic and technology. But your journey is incomplete."
Sylphrena looked up, hope flickering in her eyes. "What must I do, my lord?"
The god extended a hand, and before her eyes, a vision appeared. Loci saw it too—a glimpse of his own life.
It was him, standing in his lab, working tirelessly on his robotics. He saw his death—the betrayal, the blood, the coldness that had overtaken his body as the bullets pierced his skin. Then, something unexpected. The vision showed his soul being summoned into a different body—a robot.
"You must summon him," the god said. "Loci Leyton, a brilliant mind, one who will save this world. But be warned—his journey will be one of pain and sacrifice. Only through your hands can he be brought here."
Sylphrena's eyes widened. "I'll do it. I'll summon him."
The god nodded. "Good. But understand this—your life will be the cost. To bring his soul here, you will have to give up everything."
She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, resolute. "If it's for the world, I will do it."
The vision faded, and the scene shifted again. Now Loci saw Sylphrena in her later years, working tirelessly on the robot that would house his soul.
Her once youthful features had aged, her once boundless energy depleted, but she continued. Day after day, night after night. Until finally, the robot was complete. It was him.
And then came the final memory.
Sylphrena sat beside the finished robot, looking at it with tired but satisfied eyes. She took out a piece of paper and began to write. Her hand was shaky, but her words were clear.
*Loci, if you're seeing this, I am no longer alive. I've brought you here because I believe in you. This world needs you. I know you don't owe me anything, but I ask you, please, save this place. I've seen what you're capable of, and I know you can make a difference.*
She paused, her eyes filling with tears, but she continued writing.
*I'm sorry for bringing you here without your consent, but you are the only one who can stop what's coming. You'll meet others like you—reincarnators. Some will help, some will try to destroy you. Be careful. And remember, you're not alone. You have me.*
The message ended. Sylphrena placed the note inside her book, "Dear, I wish you a happy life this time..." She gave one final look at her creation, and then… her breath left her.
Loci blinked as the memory dissolved around him, returning him to the present. He stood over Sylphrena's body, a strange emptiness filling him. She had sacrificed everything for him—a complete stranger.
He let out a soft sigh, his fingers twitching slightly. "You really did all this… for me?"
[Memory Reading Completed.]
"Nova," Loci said, his voice barely above a whisper,
[Sylphrena's Body Form Activated.]
"What? What's this!?" He uttered looking at his new form,
[That's the energy of shapeshifting. Every person you bring into the Fantasy Jail Realism can become a slave under your control. They can exist in the Fantasy Jail Realism, but as a price, you can use their body and energy. However, if they fail to agree, the transcendents will consider them dangerous and lock them in the Infinity Lock Up—alive or dead.]
He glanced down at Sylphrena's peaceful face, his lenses reflecting the room's dim light. "I see.... I owe her that much."