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[ prologue ]
The hour was late.
Despite the darkness, a clamor permeated the surroundings.
This tumult resulted from the ongoing blizzard wreaking havoc upon the entire realm of Re-Estize.
The blizzard tonight, however, exhibited a lethality surpassing any previous experience within the realm.
The temperature was so extreme that it spelled doom for anyone brave enough to face the elements without martial arts or magic protection, a virtual decree of death. It was particularly true for those residing in the deserted buildings along the outer walls of E-Rantal.
The few structures that retained some integrity served as a shield against the lethal wintry chill, offering a faint reprieve to the destitute beggars.
Within a particular derelict and barely erect building, a cluster of beggars found solace huddled around their sole source of warmth.
However, mirroring the precarious state of the building they sought refuge in, the flame they depended upon flickered incessantly, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the survival of each beggar.
Intermittently, robust winter wind gusts surged through the deteriorating fragile walls.
The entire structure quivered with each intrusion, emitting creaks and groans resonating through the air.
These manifestations collectively indicated the building's chances of enduring the night were bleak.
The starkly evident and indisputable reality triggered poignant sobs among the beggars, a precursor to their impending demise.
With little respite for contemplation, a potent burst of icy wind shattered the enormous wall of the building, permitting the lethal winter chill to inundate every corner.
Like creatures scattering from the sudden intrusion of sunlight, the beggars dispersed in all directions, earnestly evading the inescapable fate that awaited them.
However, amidst the frenzy, one individual stood apart from the rest.
Draped in tattered rags that could rival even the filthiest loincloth worn by a goblin, the boy lay motionless, gazing vacantly on the distant horizon.
The intense cold enveloped him, swiftly causing frost to encase his attire and unprotected visage.
Unperturbed by these conditions, the boy continued his distant stare as the frost accumulated on his form in a steady progression.
Within under a minute, his entire body became ensconced in ice and icicles, hastening the onset of hypothermia.
Enveloped in a sheath of ice, the boy started to perceive the whispers of Morpheus.
Without hesitation, he yielded willingly to it.
After all, slumber held its allure.
And sleep had never inflicted harm upon him.
[ x ]
Abruptly, Seathan awakens only to find himself standing amid obscurity.
Amidst the darkness, his vision captures only his skeletal form, bereft of attire, a luminous white path stretching ahead, and a figure enshrouded in a heavy cloak positioned between him and the road forward.
Even amidst the heavy and almost somber atmosphere shrouding the scene, Seathan experienced a sense of contentment upon seeing the cloaked figure. Overlooking the physical discomfort, he tried to draw closer to the figure.
With his evident struggle, the cloaked entity extended compassion, moving closer to him with a gliding motion.
Witnessing this, Seathan stretched out his arms with a sense of joy, embracing the figure with a gesture that resembled the warm welcome he reserved for his hardworking father after a demanding day's work.
The moment they embraced, Seathan felt like dissolving into the enfolding embrace. Seathan nestled further into their encompassing hold. Their touch was tender and gentle, evoking memories of his father. However, this poignant connection also stirred a profound sadness within him.
"Will I see Papa? I've missed him so," Seathan sobbed into the folds of the figure's attire.
"Soon." It crooned with its voice practically oozing with primordial power. It began stroking his head like one would do to soothe a wailing child.
Satisfied with its answer and gentle touch, Seathan stopped crying. He then made himself comfortable in its embrace, and with a final sigh, he fell into a deep sleep.
The cloaked figure looked at the boy's body before turning towards the glowing road and gliding quietly onto where it will lead it.
[ x ]
As one of death's many avatars departed the mortal realm, a disoriented soul pierced through the same cosmic fabric death traversed.
Its motive was the pursuit of the utmost compatible vessel.
Instantaneously and without hesitation, the soul seamlessly fused with the unoccupied vessel.
However, this soul was not alone in its journey.
The soul emitted a force akin to a gravitational field, which, upon intermingling with the cosmos, drew a faint trace of cosmic energy that seemed to orbit around it, resembling the moon's rotation around the Earth.
Despite being a mere breath, cosmic energy held formidable power, for this energy served as the primordial force behind all aspects of energy used by all existence, including those of the undead.
While capable of accomplishing feats that appeared nearly impossible, it lacked the flexibility inherent to the weave of magic. It is because cosmic energy, regardless of its size, possessed sentience and resilience against manipulation.
Under usual circumstances, it would have rapidly traversed through space and time to return to its point of origin. However, this did not occur.
It mistook that the soul that brought it here was also a fragment of the cosmic collective, an assumption born from their extended proximity. Thus, it felt that departing would be unjust.
Although possessing limited consciousness, it acknowledged that its counterpart couldn't depart the material realm after becoming intertwined with a vessel. So, it voluntarily relinquishes its individuality to merge with the other entity to form a unified whole.
However, the instant it surrendered itself, a realization dawned.
The soul wasn't a fragment of the cosmic collective but an independent entity.
Devoid of the ability to impede the merging process, it found any resistance in vain. As a result, the semi-sentient energy succumbed to absorption by the soul.
Fortunately, the procedure didn't obliterate its sentience. Instead, it transformed into a construct resembling an assistant system endowed with unconventional capabilities.
At that very moment, the cosmic breath assumed a fresh purpose. It became the soul's aide, now tasked with functioning as its proxy while the soul lay dormant.
Without delay, the proxy assumed control of the vessel as its duty was to safeguard the soul and its interests.
First and foremost, their safety took precedence. It sensed the presence of sentient beings in the vicinity, and the proxy determined that the most prudent course of action was to depart from this location.
It thoroughly scanned the surroundings for the least populated and most discreet locations closest to proximity.
In a fraction of a second, it conducted an extensive scan spanning nearly the entire continent. Upon pinpointing the optimal location, it promptly triggered teleportation. It then quickly erected a barrier layered with enchantments, bolstering its defenses against detection and intrusion.
With the protective barrier completed, the proxy initiated a comprehensive examination of the vessel.
The evaluation affirmed the inadequacy of the present state, and mere healing would not be enough.
So, the proxy decided to forge a vessel tailored to their needs. And to start this intricate procedure, it generated delicate strands of rainbow-hued energy resembling silk threads.
These strands encased the boy's frail form, forming a cocoon-like structure.
Analogous to a caterpillar undergoing metamorphosis, the proxy systematically dismantled Seathan's body, retaining only the most basic atomic components.
However, despite repurposing this material, the proxy needed more resources for their envisioned physical manifestation. Therefore, it turned to external acquisition.
A shockwave emanated from the figure, its influence extending in a 30-foot radius, causing everything within its reach to disintegrate into fragments.
These shattered fragments continued breaking into smaller particles until they reached their most fundamental form.
It drew these minuscule particles inward, subsequently initiating the complex construction of the new vessel. It utilized the collected material and their cosmic energy to begin construction.
[ x ]
As the first light of day began to cast its glow over the mountainous horizon, the creation of the vessel reached its conclusion.
After completion, the proxy meticulously scanned the vessel for potential flaws, but during this assessment, the proxy finally recognized a pressing issue plaguing the soul's memory.
A rapid deterioration was underway. Only the most recent memories and those infused with intense emotional significance remained preserved.
This degradation had been amplified by the transition from baseline reality to a lower narrative plane, further exacerbated by the turbulent struggle endured during the integration phase.
Inaction would lead to the wiping clean of the soul's mental slate, culminating in a loss of sentience and potential peril.
With time as their adversary, the proxy endeavored to salvage any retrievable memories. However, the memories continued their rapid deterioration, escalating in pace.
It found itself powerless, so it acknowledged the futility of complete memory retrieval within the limited timeframe. So, it focused on seizing the most recent and emotionally charged memory.
Having completed the vessel's construction, the proxy's subsequent goal centered around satisfying the soul's interests and desires.
With this new objective in mind, the proxy delved into the retrieved memory, uncovering the soul's affinity for a game called Dragon's Nest.
The proxy crafted a mystic system, utilizing this newfound information before harmonizing it with the magic system governing this dimension.
Furthermore, the proxy made an information package for the main consciousness upon awakening.
It proceeded to craft various equipment, accessories, and miscellaneous items that the primary consciousness might require, which employed materials sourced from the deconstructed surroundings and its energy.
Since the proxy completed all its tasks, it conducted another meticulous scan to guarantee a flawless outcome.
With all preparations finalized, the proxy receded to restore expended energy.
After months of incubation, the main consciousness stirred from slumber.
[ x ]
Much like anyone, the brilliant sunlight that infiltrated his closed eyelids thwarts his inclination to continue dozing.
"What was going on? Why was it so unbelievably bright?" The man muttered, shielding his eyes from the daylight.
After adjusting to the newfound brightness, he realized his peculiar situation.
He was in a pit.
Not just a regular pit, a very deep pit.
The unfamiliarity of their surroundings jolted them into swift action, but his headache made him gingerly sit up.
He attempted to sit up, only to feel a weight and bounce that caught him off guard. Plus, an unfamiliar sensation of his long hair brushing against his back sends
"Eh?"
He glanced downwards and saw sight falling to a well-endowed chest rising and falling with each breath.
"EH!"
Fear and disbelief warred within him as he tried to comprehend this impossible situation. He pinched his arm, half-expecting to wake up from a bizarre dream, but the sensation was all too real. The enormity of the situation sunk in; he was in a body that was not his own. More importantly, a woman's body.
"EHHHHHHHH!"
[ x ]
After absorbing the contents of the information package provided by her proxy, the individual who was once he but is now she managed to regain a sense of composure.
The simplest explanation was that she was a victim of baseline reality displacement during a reality shift. This abrupt displacement led to the destruction of her physical form but not her soul. Additionally, her fall exposed her soul to a cosmic origin, imbuing it with power and enabling her to capture a fragment of this cosmic energy before descending into the lower narrative.
As for the subsequent events, you're already well acquainted with them.
"Still, I never anticipated becoming a woman," she murmured, her voice carrying a mixture of emotions.
"[Ice Wall]."
Ice surged from the ground, merging into a smooth, polished wall.
The reflection gazed back at her, portraying a visage of a woman staring back, her delicate and feminine features. Her hands moved down her body, exploring the curves and softness that now defined her physical form.
Her face exudes an enchanting balance of delicate features and striking allure. Framed by a cascade of chestnut hair that falls in gentle waves around her shoulders, her visage draws immediate attention. The warm sunlight highlights her flawless complexion, which possesses a natural radiance.
Her eyes, an alluring shade of deep emerald, hold an air of mystery within their depths. Her long, dark lashes gracefully fan out, accentuating their captivating gaze. Her perfectly arched eyebrows frame these windows to her soul, providing a subtle contrast that enhances her overall allure.
A refined nose sits gracefully at the center of her face, harmoniously blending with her other features. It's a testament to symmetry, an aesthetic quality that underscores her innate beauty. As she smiles, her lips, adorned with a soft rose hue, curve elegantly, revealing a set of teeth as pristine as pearls.
The contours of her face tell a story of sculpted grace. Her cheekbones, subtly accentuated, contribute to a classic and timeless elegance. A slender jawline gracefully descends to a chin that completes the symphony of her facial harmony.
She wore a sumptuous robe that drapes like liquid silk. The woman's voluptuous form commands attention with its undeniable sensuality. Her deep jewel-toned robe hugs every curve, cascading in gentle folds that hint at the abundance it conceals.
Her figure is a masterpiece of curves and contours, celebrating the beauty of the female form in all its glory. The robe's neckline plunges daringly, revealing a glimpse of the creamy décolletage that invites admiring gazes. The sleeves, wide and flowing, sweep like elegant wings with each graceful movement she makes, creating an aura of regal confidence.
Golden embroideries of intricate designs dance along the edges of the robe, shimmering with metallic threads that catch the light and twinkle like stars against the night sky. Waist, cinched with a luxurious sash, its silken texture starkly contrasts the velvety richness of the robe itself, creating a subtle focal point that draws the eye to her enticing curves.
As she caught sight of her reflection, all that escaped her lips was simple:
"Oh."
I acknowledge that my appearance is a work of art, yet my beauty fails to stir me.
"Well, if that happened, that classify me as a narcissist."
I offered a faint smile and silently expressed gratitude towards my proxy for placing my desire above all else.
"Speaking of which, it truly excelled in crafting my magic system," she murmured as she effortlessly conjured flames, ice, light, stone, and darkness, materializing them with remarkable ease.
The proxy deduced her inclination for all the sorceress classes from Dragon Nest, encompassing Seleana, Elestra, Smasher, Majesty, and Black Mara. Each class revolved around specific elements: fire, ice, light, gravity, and darkness, respectively.
With a substantial reserve of cosmic energy, the proxy opted to fuse elements from all these classes into a unified archetype. It then meticulously integrated this amalgamated class into the existing magic system that governed the world, ensuring seamless harmony.
The remainder of its energy supplement the creation of her equipment, accessories, and miscellaneous items.
And based on the item classification system of this dimension, every item she adorned was categorized as a top-tier divine class. Moreover, should she ever require a specific item, her proxy possessed the capability to produce it once it had regained its energy.
Overall, she was fully equipped to handle this dimension's challenges and surprises.
"I suppose there's nothing left to do but embark on some sightseeing," she cheerfully remarked, her gaze directed toward the nearest bustling activity.
The Re-Estize Kingdom.
During the proxy's region scan, it extended beyond merely identifying the safest location. It also encompassed extracting information from all entities and elements it encountered. Since cosmic energy operated on a fundamental level, this entire process occurred without detection. Hence, a substantial trove of information was amassed, encompassing a comprehensive understanding of various aspects, including but not limited to each territory's land divisions and ruling classes.
"[Fly]."
As the spell took hold and intertwined with the reservoir of mana within her, an undeniable sensation of connection enveloped her. It was as though a hidden rapport had been established, a silent agreement between her will and the ancient forces of magic. In response, a gentle yet undeniable upward pull began, cradling her body with a tenderness reminiscent of a mother raising her newborn, cautious and loving.
The world's gravity loosens its grip, and suddenly, her feet detach from the solid ground beneath. There's a fleeting moment of weightlessness as if she became a feather suspended in a boundless expanse.
She effortlessly steers through the air as she ascends higher into the atmosphere. It's an intuitive dance, a choreography of will and energy that responds with a touch as delicate as a feather's caress.
She felt free, unburdened, and utterly present in this suspended realm. The sensation of flying is an intoxicating elixir that floods her senses.
She drinks in the panoramic views—the sprawling landscapes, the distant mountains, the meandering rivers—as if every sight is a rare gem revealed only to those who dare to soar.
Overflowing with exhilaration and wonder, she couldn't help but voice her awe, her words whispered, "This is amazing, and to think this is only a taste of the extraordinary." The realization of the boundless horizons that magic had unveiled left her breathless, a rush of emotion that mingled with the currents of air.
With a contented sigh that mirrored the soft caress of a breeze, she embraced the sensation fully, her heart echoing the sentiment of countless dreamers who had longed for such ethereal liberation. It was as though she had sipped from the cup of the impossible, her very being alight with the magic that surrounded her.
But as quickly as the sigh escaped her lips, determination replaced it.
"There was a world to explore, and my newfound abilities were the key to unlocking its secrets."
And so, with a burst of focused intent, she directed her magic, a surge of energy propelling her forward.
In the blink of an eye, she zoomed toward the direction of the Kingdom, the wind roaring in her ears like a harmonious symphony of flight.
As the landscape blurred beneath her, the exhilaration of speed mingled with the thrill of discovery. The Kingdom loomed on the horizon. With each passing second, the once-distant spires and fields grew in clarity and detail, a testament to her mastery over the magic that enveloped her.
With every beat of her heart, she soared closer, the Kingdom unfolding before her like a story yet to be written. The boundaries of the ordinary seemed to fade as the extraordinary beckoned, promising adventures, challenges, and a deeper connection to the very fabric of existence itself. And as the Kingdom's embrace drew near, she met it with exhilaration, determination, and a humbled reverence for the magic that had carried her there.
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