1 DAY BEFORE THE INCIDENT.

One day before the museum trip, I was having a conversation with Xion about a random topic, likely something mundane like the latest books we'd read or theories about the cosmos. Our conversations often flowed effortlessly from one topic to another, a testament to our deep connection and shared curiosity.

As we talked, I decided to change the subject. "Are you going on the museum trip tomorrow?" I asked, hoping she would be joining us.

Xion shook her head. "No, I'll be staying with my grandfather," she replied. Her stoic demeanor softened slightly as she spoke of her family. "He needs some help with a few things."

"Good luck," I said sincerely, knowing how important her family was to her.

Before we parted ways, Xion brought up the Oblivion Sphere again. Her expression grew serious, and I could sense the weight of her words. "Sophia," she began, "I know you think you won't use it. But I want you to understand—I won't be afraid to use it if absolutely necessary."

I looked at her, understanding the gravity of the situation. The Oblivion Sphere was a powerful tool, capable of erasing memories and reshaping destinies. We both knew the responsibility that came with it. "I understand, Xion..." I said softly but hesitant.

"Now then, I'm aware I should've asked this sooner but. Is it fine for you to hold...A round object such as this. Won't it bring back bad memories from the past?" Xion asked me. Her face still the same as always only that it hinted concern from me. Of course she would ask about it.

"No. Its fine. The past is the past. There is no need for me to re-live it again because of the sphere." I answear hack to Xion authentically. "However, on other factors. Maybe I have some problems."

I took a deep breath and asked, "Xion, have you considered the possible side effects of using the Oblivion Sphere? I mean, shutting down someone's brain—it's practically killing them."

Xion's gaze hardened, but there was a depth of understanding in her eyes. "I know the consequences, Sophia. But as the Goddess of Death, it's my duty to punish those who defy the core of existence. Life and death are sacred cycles, not to be trifled with." She paused, her expression turning more introspective. "If killing someone is evil, what do you call potentially killing someone—or even yourself—for the sake of many others?"

Her question hung in the air, heavy with philosophical weight. I pondered for a moment before responding, "It's a moral dilemma. Sacrificing one for the greater good can be seen as a noble act, but it doesn't erase the moral responsibility of taking a life. It's a burden one must carry, knowing they've altered the course of existence for many."

Xion nodded, seeming to appreciate my perspective. "That's precisely it. I would consider this risk if it meant saving many others. Sometimes, we must make the hardest choices to protect the balance of life and death." She sighed, her usual stoic facade momentarily cracking to reveal the weight of her responsibilities.

"Let's hope it never comes to that," I reiterated, feeling the gravity of our conversation.

With that, Xion gave me a final nod, her resolve evident. She then turned and walked away, leaving me to ponder the complexities of our duties and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

As Xion walked away, a thought gnawed at the back of my mind. She was unusually introspective and philosophical today, more so than usual. It wasn't just a casual conversation about the Oblivion Sphere; it felt like a prelude to something darker.

I couldn't shake the feeling that Xion suspected something bad was going to happen. Her resolve, her talk of sacrifices, and her willingness to use the Oblivion Sphere if absolutely necessary—all of it pointed to a looming threat. She wasn't one to speak lightly or without purpose.

"Xion," I called out, stopping her in her tracks. She turned, her expression unreadable. "Do you think something bad is going to happen?"

She hesitated, then gave a slight nod. "I have my suspicions, Sophia. But remember, it's just a feeling. We must always be prepared for the worst, even if it never comes."

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PRESENT.

The journey had been long and disorienting. After a day of drifting through the void, the sight of a planet loomed ahead. My eyes widened as I took in the desolate landscape below. The planet seemed to be in the midst of an apocalypse, with ruins of what once were buildings and a sky perpetually cloaked in a gray shroud.

My mind, as always, couldn't resist the urge to analyze. What could have caused such destruction? Natural disasters? A catastrophic war? Maybe a pandemic or an invasion? I considered each possibility, delving into the depths of each theory, trying to piece together the puzzle of this world's demise.

The pod shook violently as it entered the planet's atmosphere. The turbulence was severe, but my mind continued to race. Each jolt and shudder brought new ideas, new connections, and more questions. I barely registered the ground rushing up to meet me until the pod slammed into it with brutal force.

CRASH!!*

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Pain shot through me, and my vision blurred. I tried to hold onto consciousness, but my fragile body couldn't handle the impact. Darkness began to close in, and I felt myself slipping away.

The last thing I saw was the ruined landscape outside my pod. My theories and thoughts faded into the void as I succumbed to unconsciousness, the harsh reality of my situation taking over.

For some unknown reason, my head is in shambles. I faintly hear anything surrounding me. Oh! Space. Truly a marvelous place... I never thought I would finally be able to explore it myself. However, never would I have imagined being in a situation such as this...

Lina. A powerful life-form has been liberated from its prison and has already begun a bloodshed in Astraulium.

All that we've worked for...

Are now in shambles.

Xion...

Mother...

My friends and I have been separated from each other. I'm all that remains in whichever strange planet I end up in.


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I feel an intense pain in my head. Did I hit it where I shouldn't have? Such a trivial question.


H-..H...y...A-O...-y?

What?

What is this?

I can faintly hear the voice of someone.

I can't tell exactly who.


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Wait!

I can feel my senses returning slowly.

Hey,...

The voice is becoming clearer, I can feel it.

I wonder who it is.


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After a little while,

it finally came.

"Hey. Are you okay?" I could tell clearly that the voice belonged to a boy.

At this moment, my vision began to get clearer.

And I saw-


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I opened my eyes, squinting against the harsh light. Standing over me was a young boy with spiky hair around my age, maybe a little older. His face was etched with concern as he looked down at me, lying on the ground.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"Ngh..!"

I could feel my body beginning to recover, my natural regeneration as a goddess slowly kicking in. Even so, it was hard to speak, the words sticking in my throat. I managed a weak nod, trying to convey that I was at least somewhat alright.

"Thank... you," I croaked out, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel the strength returning to my limbs bit by bit. The boy's concerned expression softened slightly, but he still looked worried.

"Wait! You don't have to waste your energy trying to speak," he said gently. "Just rest for now."

I nodded weakly, closing my eyes to focus on my body's rapid healing. Minutes passed, and I could feel my strength returning more and more. Finally, I pushed myself to sit up, then stand, albeit a bit shakily at first.

The boy's eyes widened in surprise. "You're standing already?" he exclaimed. "That's... incredible."

I managed a small smile, still feeling the effects of the crash but grateful for my goddess abilities. By the look of how impressed the boy was it would be normal to assume that he may he human. But i shouldn't be concerned about this now. There's something else which is bothering me.

My Location.

I began to look around, taking in my surroundings. The place resembled a classroom, but it was fairly simpler than the ones back in Astraulium. The walls were bare, and painted in yellow. the desks plain and unadorned. It had an almost nostalgic feel, reminding me of the basic structures I'd read about in human literature.


Where am I?" I asked the boy, my voice still a bit shaky.

He glanced around uncertainly and confusion before responding. "This is Hope's Peak Academy," he said, though his tone was hesitant. "At least, that's what I think. I'm not too sure myself."

I stood up, feeling my body rapidly recovering. The boy's eyes widened with surprise at my swift regeneration, a reaction that confirmed one of my theories: I had fallen into a human school.

"Hope's Peak Academy," he had called it. The name was foreign to me, yet it sparked a flicker of recognition. An Astralium-type school, perhaps? The simplicity of the classroom compared to the grandiose halls of Astralium was telling. The boy's awe at my regenerative abilities only added to the evidence.

I took in my surroundings, noting every detail. Desks arranged in neat rows, a blackboard with chalk scrawls, and a faint scent of cleaning supplies. It was all so... mundane. Yet, here I was.

How did I go from an apocalyptic wasteland to this school? The transition was baffling. I decided to write it down later, adding it to my growing list of mysteries to unravel.

For now, I needed answers. I turned to the boy, still cautious but determined to make sense of this place.

I turned to the boy, my curiosity piqued. "Do you mind if I investigate the room a bit?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the weight of my thoughts.

"Uh, sure," he replied, still looking a bit bewildered by everything.

I began to move around the room, examining every detail with a critical eye. The desks, the blackboard, the faint smell of cleaning supplies—it all seemed so ordinary, yet there had to be clues here.

I started with the blackboard, reading the remnants of the day's lesson. It was basic human knowledge, nothing particularly enlightening. The interesting thing about it however was the language used for it. It was intirely written in japanese. Fluent Japanese in fact. Hmm.. How interesting.

Moving to the desks, I checked for any hidden compartments or notes left behind by students. I did manage to find something on top of one of the desks. A note. Written in a amateurish way. It read. "The next semester is about to start. Starting from today this school will be your intire world."

As I examined the note, the boy suddenly spoke up. "It's nothing important," he said dismissively. "Probably someone trying to pull a prank."

I looked at him, noting the casual and nervous way he brushed it off. Yet, the ominous wording of the note struck me as significant. Why would someone write something like that? The phrase "this school will be your entire world" hinted at something much larger than a simple prank. It felt more like a warning or a declaration.


Next, I turned my attention to the walls, looking for any signs or posters that might give me more context about this "Hope's Peak Academy." There were various motivational posters, a calendar, and a few announcements about upcoming school events. Common enough i suppose.

As I continued my investigation, I could feel the boy's eyes on me, still curious but not intruding. My mind raced with theories and questions, but I knew I had to stay focused.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something felt off.

As I continued my investigation, a few interesting details caught my attention. Each discovery warranted its own deep analysis.

First, I noticed the windows. They were covered with iron boards, secured tightly with giant screws. This was highly unusual for a school environment. Schools were supposed to be places of openness and safety, not fortresses. The iron boards suggested a need for extreme security or perhaps a means to keep something or someone in. My mind raced with possibilities as I tried to deduce the reasoning behind such measures.

Then, I spotted a camera, mounted high on the wall and pointed directly at us. Surveillance cameras were common in schools, but this one seemed particularly intrusive. Its presence was a stark reminder that we were being watched, our every move monitored. It added a layer of unease to the already strange situation. I decided to dismiss it for now, attributing it to typical school security, and redirected my focus to the iron boards.

The iron boards intrigued me the most. Why would a school go to such lengths to reinforce its windows? What were they trying to protect or prevent? The questions swirled in my mind, each one leading to more complex theories. It was clear that this place, Hope's Peak Academy, held many secrets, and it was up to me to uncover them.

I returned to the iron plates and decided to tamper with them. As I suspected, they wouldn't budge. "Rock solid. It appears to have been planted by a professional." However as i hegan investigating. I noticed that the Iron plate seemed...how can I say? Recreated. As if the material had beenpunctured by something and then quickly reconstructed perfectly. Before i could think any futher the boy spoke up again, saying that he had tried the same thing but nothing happened... Interesting.

"May i ask for your opinion? Why do you think they put these here?" I asked.

He shrugged, looking puzzled. "I don't have a clue. It's weird, though. Why would they block off the windows with iron plates?"

His uncertainty only added to the growing list of mysteries. There had to be a reason for these precautions, and I intended to find out what it was.

After examining the area, I begin thinking about the things I've investigated. There are a lot of strange things about this school, and I don't even know how I got here. "This is a very strange situation," I mutter to myself.

"Yeah, it really is," the boy next to me comments in agreement. His voice cuts through my thought process, bringing me back to the present.

I blink, realizing I've been lost in my own thoughts for three minutes straight.

"Sorry about that," I say, shaking my head to clear it. "There's just so much that doesn't make sense here."

"Don't worry about it," he replies. "I get it. This place is weird."

I nod, glancing around the classroom again. The iron plates over the windows, the surveillance camera, the strange note—none of it adds up.

"We need to find out more about this place," I say, more to myself than to him. "There has to be an explanation."

The boy looks at me, confused by how rational and calm I am. "W-Wait, now?"

"Is there an issue to be adressed?" I ask him in the same tone from before.

"N-Not that! I-I mean... Aren't we students supposed to get to know each other first?" he suggests.

I pause, realizing he's right. "I'm sorry," I say, taking a deep breath. "I just... I tend to get carried away when I'm trying to figure things out."

How very selfish of me. I realized I don't know this boy at all, and I'm dragging him into my thoughts too soon.

"Before anything," he says, breaking the silence, "Can you tell me your name?"

The human boy was asking for my name. I couldn't give him my real name, not only to protect my identity but also because he wouldn't believe me. Befriending him could be useful in a few regards, such as having him become one of my first followers. An idea struck me.

"What's your name?" I ask, deciding to turn the question around.

"Huh? Me?" The boy seemed confused by this for some reason, as if it was unusual for someone to ask his name first. I insisted politely, saying I was more curious about him.

"Um... okay then," he replied. "My name is Makoto Naegi."


MAKOTO NAEGI

ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT


Ultimate? That's quite a bold term. Anyway. In my head, I confirmed to myself that I was most probably in Japan. It made sense, given the names and the school setting. Deciding to pretend to be a student for now, I smiled at Makoto.

"My name is Sophia Astrolia," I said. "It's nice to meet you, Makoto."

"As...Truria?" The boy 'Makoto' appeared puzzled of the pronunciation. Looks like it's working. "Umm. Sophia, was it? are you japanese?"

"Surprised? I'm certainly not. I am a transfer student from the United States who came to study here. My mother decided to enlist me because she had some things to finish." I lie cryptically. Not exacly how i would want to describer it. But i suppose this'll do for now.

"You're a transfer student from america? That's amazing! I never thought i would met a Ultimate from another country in Hope's peak." Ultimate? Anyway. He said in a fanatical way. It seems like he's a big fan of these...Ultimates. What a mouthful. I wonder what this term means. I won't ask about it now. He will surely suspect me.

"I can say the same to you. Being in Japan is like a dream come true. I always heard stories about your culture in the books I read." I say with a hidden smile. This is not a complete lie. It is not very unexpected that someone like me who has an eternal thirst for wisdom wants to learn more about the east of the human world.

"I guess that's why you can speak Japanese so fluidly." Makoto chuckles in apparent surprise.

"Actually that's not all." I tell him while crossing my arms. "I'm also capable of emulating more than 7,000 different languages." Indeed i can. It is part of the few abilities that come with my principle. The spiky haired boy seemed almost shocked if not completely impressed by what i just said. I can feel his body using all of its strength to avoid making his jaw fall off.

"You seem rather...shook." I smirk before pointing out the obvious.

"W-Who wouldn't? What kinda person is capable of speaking every known language in the world fluently?!" He says exasperatedly but still in a good mood. "You're really amazing, Sophia! I'm guessing your talent is something related to translation or something. Right?" Talent. Is it related to the ultimate scenario, perhaps?

"Talent?" I hint a question but in a cryptic manner. "I suppose i do have a lot of qualities. But I wouldn't call myself a translator."

"I-In that case... What's your ultimate talent?" He asked almost afraid to know my answear. I suppose this is what he meant. An Ultimate person seems to hint towards an individual that operates fully professionally at what they do. In that case, it could be comparable to us gods... So the Humans have a different but similar school structure as our own. How fascinating... I'm interested to know more, but now i need to answer his inquire. Now then... Let's see... I have been called many names in the past. Genius, Collective, Calculative, the list may continue. It would be easier if i were to simply say 'Schoolar'. However, there is a much more interesting trait i proud myself in...

"Fu fu fu. So you wish to know..." I laugh softly before smiling to myself In an eccentric manner. I'm having so much fun with this Interaction and i've only realized now. "Very well. In that case. You may know me asThe Ultimate Strategist!"


SOPHIA ASTROLIA

ULTIMATE STRATEGIST


A/T: Don't know what happened to the text at the end lmao. I tried fixing ir but nothing seems to work. Weird.

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Sophia's Report Card - Subject Analysis: "Makoto Naegi"

Subject Designation: #001

Nickname: Makoto

Species: Homo sapiens

Physical Characteristics:

Height: Subject is approximately average size for his species—estimated at 5'3" (160 cm).

Hair: Brown in color, medium-length, typically unkempt with notable spikes toward the front. Appears to lack any intentional grooming or styling.

Outfit: Subject wears a simple, casual outfit. His default attire consists of:Dark green hoodie.

Standard black pants.

Basic sneakers. Noteworthy absence of any significant accessories or personal flair. Outfit suggests a focus on practicality over appearance.

Personality (Initial Observation):Subject exhibits a notably calm, passive demeanor. Appears cautious but not overtly anxious in unfamiliar environments.

Displays an unassuming attitude, often blending into the background rather than attracting attention.

Behavior suggests a strong tendency toward neutrality and pacifism, avoiding direct confrontation.Facial expressions and body language imply a reserved, but not closed-off, nature.

Additional Notes:

Makoto presents as a largely non-threatening individual based on preliminary observations. No immediately detectable aggression or hostility. Further study required to determine behavioral patterns in varying circumstances.

Conclusion (Preliminary):

Subject "Makoto" is a baseline specimen of his species, lacking any standout physical or behavioral abnormalities. First impressions categorize him as a docile and adaptable type, though more complex analysis is required to assess depth of character.

End of Report – Sophia