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"Urgh…"

As my consciousness returned to me, I was bombarded with a flood of numerous alien senses. Loud noises, foul stenches, dry throat, blurry vision… it was all just jumbled together in an amalgamation of chaos. It didn't help that my posture felt extremely uncomfortable either, and as I instinctively tried to adjust myself to a more comfortable position, I quickly and alarmingly noticed the restrictions on my mobility.

Blinking my blurry eyes, I forced through the stinging tears and tried to look around my surroundings. I noted that it was dark, and the air held a foggy stench… something close to mold, but wetter. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I noticed that I was not alone. The shadowy forms of other people were in front and beside me, and everyone sans one person in the far corner had a thin appearance.

It appeared that I was in a wooden room, though from the rough and uneven motions shaking the entire place, I assumed it was some sort of carriage. Why, exactly, was I in a carriage? I'm still trying to figure out what was restricting my hands, feet, and—more alarmingly—my neck. Of all things, what the hell was going on in the first place?

Eventually, I was fully awake and functioning, but my confusion never waned. I noted alongside my unbearable thirst that I was hungry. I'd need something to eat, after I get a gallon of water to guzzle down. But from what I've noted so far, I doubt I'm anywhere near a source of water.

I wanted to try speaking to the person beside me, to find some sort of answer to this sudden situation I found myself in, but my dry throat could only let our scratch croaks. I decided then and there that my best option was to reserve my strength.

I'm not sure how long it took, but the carriage stopped. I shifted in my spot anxiously, waiting to see what would happen next. I was powerless, I had no way of resistance. Whatever happens, happens… Why was I here again?

Suddenly, a loud clunk sound appeared with my body coming into a complete halt. Then, a bright light flooded the interior of the carriage as the latch door flung open. I squinted my eyes shut, hissing at the sudden pain in my retinas. Those around me shared similar discomfort, and sudden yelling added to our distress.

" Alright, get off your asses! Now!" The voice was rough and deep. A man's voice… maybe a soldier, with how authoritarian his tone was. I cracked my eyes open and noted as the others began to file out the carriage in order. Unsurprisingly, the person beside me stood up and followed suit. I decided not to bring attention to myself and do the same.

When I shakingly crouch-walked towards the bright entrance, I reached the end of the floorboard. The drop was a lot farther than I was expecting… though really, I wasn't expecting anything in the first place. Not as if any of my ideas would've come close to the scenery before it. I'm not even sure how to describe it; there were too many elements all happening at the same time, so many small details that made the whole scene feel old, medieval, and very dark.

The best I could offer for a description is that I was in the middle of a medieval outpost. If I had the energy to describe it, I would, but even then I didn't have the luxury to idle around and do that.

" The hell are you waiting for, runt?! Get down!" I felt a large hand yank my arm, sending me off the carriage against my will. I barely managed to land on the muddy dirt with my two bare feet. Before I could even let my knees recover from the shock, I felt a stick stab me at my lower back, roughly urging me to keep going. With how violently I was being treated, I decidedly shook it off and forced my shaking legs forward without protest.

We lined up in two rows right in front of the entrance of the outpost, which a few iron-cladded soldiers were manually closing. I was somewhat in the middle second row, standing behind a rather tall guy. He was definitely shooting six feet, maybe even higher. In fact… Everyone around me was tall. I was looking down at the ground while walking, but now that I'm not, I'm really beginning to see how much bigger everything looked.

Did… did I get smaller?

" Ok, listen up!" One of the soldiers shouted, having stepped in front of the group. He was different in the fact that he wore a reddish cloth over his shoulder blade, and was the only one without a helmet, revealing his short dirty blonde hair. His face was badly scarred. I guess he was the captain or something. " We're doing roll calls, so speak up or get pricked! We won't heal any wounds."

The more I look and hear, the more I'm beginning to realize how much this felt like a concentration camp. The gulag, unit 731… however you call it. As the soldier began calling out odd names, I finally took the moment to notice the ragged brown clothing on our bodies, paired with clunky and faintly rusted cuffs and chains that were tightly fixated around our wrists, ankles, and necks. No… I think this is worse than a concentration camp. This definitely feels like slavery… or aren't they technically the same thing?

… I'm not sure, but still… how… how in the world did I get in this sitaution?

Deep in thought, I didn't hear the man suddenly cutting off from the roll call. I woefully wasn't aware of the silence until I felt a sudden sharp pain to my left side, right at my ribcage. I yelped in pain, jolting away from the spear that now dripped in red.

" Was he not clear enough before, monkey boy?" The soldier holding the bloodied spear hollered at my ears. I barely registered his words through the excruciating pain slamming my mind and body." He said your name, so fucking answer! Or do you want this spear deeper in you?"

Biting my teeth hard and fighting the pain, I fervently shook my head in response. He didn't like that.

" Are you fucking testing my patience?!" The soldier yelled even louder, violently jutting the spear forward. I felt like I was about to be killed in any second. " Give me a fucking answer with your mouth!"

" Y-Yes, s-sir!" I yelled out to the top of my lungs, even as my throat burned in pain. It came out as a hoarse and scratchy tone, and the sudden exertion made me hack and spit out thick reddish mucus. I instinctively crouched down, struggling for air. No one helped me, and from the corner of my eyes I saw the utter disdain from the soldier's eyes.

" Tch," the soldier stood back, flicking his spear at me and splattering the blood on my back. I was oblivious to the helmet-less shoulder continuing the roll call as I was trying to force out the mucus that clogged my airways. Eventually—whether out of pity or not—I felt another hard hit on my back, this time from a kick. It was the saving grace to my suffering, as the blob of mucus went flying out from my mouth and into the dirt. With air given once more, I gasped deeply, not caring for the putrid smell and the horrid taste left in my mouth.

" Tsk… disgusting shitbag," I wanted to ignore the insult from behind me. Fortunately my bleeding wound was a good enough distraction.

I bit hard on my teeth, tears gradually welling up in my eyes. Why was this happening to me? How did I end up in this hell? I didn't even do anything stupid before sleeping; I just ate dinner, read up the last of the manga I was reading, and then went to bed. It was a normal day, a normal weekend.

Why… just why?

It was a blur afterwards. I didn't even care what happened in-between, all I know is that I ended up here in this cage. It has the luxury of a dry and flat floor, and that was it. No bed, toilet, water or food, and to top it all I was still in my bloodied enslaved attire. My body was aching everywhere. The cuffs were rubbing against my skin roughly, and I'm sure there's some tear and bruising underneath them.

But at this point… I just don't care anymore. Everything that has happened has been hell. Literal hell. So much that shouldn't still be in practice, not at least in today's society, but it's being done and ten times over. All on me, for no reason. I just can't find any reason. I can't even figure out how I even got here. It's all a horrific nightmare.

Maybe it is a nightmare… a very, very vivid nightmare. But I can't even pinch myself to test it out. My body has become numb from the pain aching from my uncleaned wound. I just know for a fact that it's infected, and I know I lost quite a bit of blood. I'm surprised I haven't lost consciousness yet… and honestly, I want to. It's all just pain. Real, searing pain. That means this isn't a dream. It's all real, everything here…

I hate it.

The area had turned dark. The sun probably had set some time ago. The faint traces of smoke indicate that they're lighting fires now. Maybe torches. Again, another old-fashioned thing. I haven't seen any modern lights of any sorts. Not even the doors look modern; they're all wooden with creaking metal hinges.

I flopped down on the floor of my cage, staring blankly at the brownish-gray ceiling. A small ant crawled aimlessly in the corner, disappearing into one of the numerous cracks dressed with moss. Was this… some messed up cosplay enslavement? I realistically can't think of any situation where these conditions would happen otherwise. At least not where I live. This is the first time I'm seeing anyone unironically using iron armor, and it all looked used too. One thing for sure, these guys are not part of the national guard, army, navy, or any branch of the nation's military.

Does this mean I got… shipped overseas into a third world country? But if so, why? Why me specifically? I'm literally the most average guy you could find… or… maybe that's why. My… my averageness makes it less suspicious that I've disappeared. And I'm… easily disposable. That's… damn, that's just depressing to realize…

So I've been kidnapped and shipped overseas into a third world country, controlled by a heavily old-fashioned and racist guerilla. I'm assuming it's a guerilla, because if it were a dictatorship or something like that then I would see some insignia or symbol that I would recognize. There aren't many dictators left nowadays, and everyone knows the ones that remain. Plus… I would expect their protocol to be more modern if it were any of those known dictatorships. So this means my life is in even greater risk… I might be forced to work in a diamond mine. Man, doesn't that put a smile on my face…

As I was deep in my sour thoughts, I shimmed my butt to get off the uncomfortable lump on the ground. When it didn't work, I made a larger shift, nearly rolling to a different spot, but the lump was there… as if it were following me. I scowled, the annoyance being no help to my situation. I got fed up with all my attempts coming to a failure and sat up, looking back to see whatever was pestering my ass like that. For a second, I had the weirdest and most frightening thought that they'd done something to me when I was unconscious, like putting a permanent tag. What I saw turned out to be just… weird. Really, really weird.

" W-Wha…" I roughly whispered under my breath, my eyes shot open like saucer plates. Of all things that my mind could've thought at the moment, the one thing I wasn't expecting to see was a long, brown, and furry monkey tail. And it was attached to me.

I stared at the limp tail like a statue. My first thought went back to what the soldier who stabbed me had said. He wasn't just being a racist prick, he was literally calling me a monkey boy. My second thought, then, was whether this was a fake implant they added on me. And… It… It's real. I don't even know how to describe it, but I can feel it. No doubt if I figured out how to move it, I'd—holy shit. Holy shit, it just twitched. It's actually real?!

I turned my head back to the outside world from in between the metal bars. An orange hue filled the empty area, the subtle sound of flickering flames singing in between the orchestra of cricket chirps. Even now, everything just looked… bigger. Just like when I noted the insane height difference between everyone else.

This brought me to my third thought. I've changed… I've changed a lot. Shrunken height and now a monkey tail. What else has changed? I raised both hands to my hair and experimentally ruffled it. Yeah, I even have more hair than I usually do. Texture's all off, too. It's as if I'm in a different body…

So… what does this mean? What happened to my original body? Did… did I die? No… no, I couldn't have. I was healthy, I was in a safe place—arguably the safest place on the planet. I had no one that really hated me or anything, and I was pretty reclusive and avoided trouble. Fuck, I haven't even seen the pearly gates yet.

Then… does that mean that I… didn't… no. Ok, no. Calm down, Sean. Get those thoughts out of your head...

I exhaled lightly, then inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. I need to take this step by step, all over again. I'm kidnapped by a medieval guerilla, probably a slave being sent to some diamond mine or something, and I'm also now a short monkey man. Or boy, like that soldier said. The height really solidified that. Wait, does that mean I… regressed in age?

I decided to distract myself again with my tail. Since it twitched, and I definitely felt that. Actually, is it possible for me to… hm, no success. I just tried to imagine myself moving it again right now, but nothing happened. Maybe I need to just lift it up and—

"Gah!?" I immediately yelped, letting go of my new tail the moment an electrical surge of pain flooded my entire body. It completely overlapped the aches from my side wound, locking my body for what felt like an eternity before I unceremoniously slumped down on the floor.

As my vision began to go dark, I mentally remembered not to touch my tail…

…damnit, that sounds weird as fuck.

What woke me up was the loud and sudden banging against the metal bars. I jolted from my sleep. Opening my eyes, through the bright rays of sunlight, I saw another guard standing in front of me. This one was bulkier, and instead of holding a spear he held a small wooden bowl. I couldn't see his eyes due to his helmet visor, but I was suspecting he was just glaring down at me .

" Breakfast," he stated sharply, dumping the bowl down on the ground. It surprisingly didn't completely spill everything on the ground, but most of it was still spilled. The guard walked away without another word, probably not wanting to be around any longer.

I stared at the spilt food with a frown, trying to blink away my tiredness. It didn't even look like real food. It was gray and had a few chunks of whatever-the-fuck. Just how much of a jerk can these guys be? I guess there's no sunshine and rainbows when it comes to international trafficking. Was that even the right term? I could care less.

Being conscious of my new appendage, I crawled my way over my supposed breakfast. With a discomfortable look, I dipped a finger into the food and licked it. It tasted sour—probably from whatever was on my hands beforehand—but otherwise had no other flavor. Not like it made a difference anyways; the moment the food went into my mouth, I went on autopilot, devouring the entire bowl before going on to lap the spilt food. Before I knew it, I was staring at the cleaned wooden bowl with sand grains lodged in between my teeth.

" Hrm…" Humming didn't hurt as much this time. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, neither did my wound. Carefully, I glimpsed down, slowly lifting up my ragged clothes. I slightly grimaced at the thick and crooked scab that grew over the wound. I mean… at least it wasn't very deep.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I looked around my surroundings. My cage was situated near the giant wooden walls of the outpost. So behind me was the wall, on both sides were additional cages, and in front of me was a semi-clear view of whatever was going on at the heart of the outpost. A building was blocking my full view, but I could see a few glimpses of guards walking about in the morning light and idly chatting. The normalcy really stung to look at.

I brought my attention towards the two cages beside me. The one to my right was empty, but the one to my left had someone in it. The bars were hiding most of the person's features, but it was a tan-skinned man. He was bald and his clothes were small, revealing bony legs and feet. He was malnourished. I suddenly felt great pity and had an urge to help him, but then I remembered my own miserable state… a sound reminder as to how all of this sucked.

It looked like the man didn't even touch his food. Maybe he gave up on fighting to survive. Honestly, I would too… but my next actions would contradict that.

" Hey," I called out to him before I could think, my voice noticeably clearly less strained than yesterday.

I got no response. Maybe I was too quiet. Still not thinking, I decided to crawl closer, coming up to a comfortably close distance. This time, I tapped the bars while calling him. " Hey, dude."

The man lifted his head up, opening his eyes to reveal one brown eye and one gray and cloudy eye. He's blind, and I wouldn't doubt if it came from one of the soldiers too. He remained silent, staring at me with lifeless eyes. It spoke of his utterly defeated will.

I hesitated before speaking. I didn't even know what to say, much the why I was even doing this. I looked around quickly, my eyes eventually falling on the uneaten bowl of food. Yet again, I took action before my mind. " Are you gonna eat that?"

He gave no immediate response, prompting instead to slowly stare at the bowl near the side of the cage. It was like he was ogling its very presence for what seemed like forever, but he eventually made a move. He stood up onto his spinley legs, and very slowly he made his way to the bowl. Once he was there, he picked it up with care, and then he made his return walk back to his spot. But instead of sitting down, at his original spot, he turned to me, sat down a foot away from me, and then placed the bowl right in front of me.

I looked at him and then at the bowl. I silently cursed myself. Now I felt really bad. I made him do all of that just because I wanted food, something he should be having the most right now. I tried to urge my hands at him. " … Eat it. At least… just a little… please..."

Again, he gave me no response. His sunken eyes were blank, as if the very soul of the person had long departed. He didn't even look like he was looking at me… he just had that thousand yard stare. Eventually, he stood up, returning back to his spot and crouching down into a fetal position, his back facing me.

As I looked at him for a while, a sudden uproar of laughter occurred with the soldiers in the heart of the outpost. Their merry laughter echoed across the area, bouncing off the cages and leaving an echo effect.

This… was so fucking dehumanizing. Beaten and tossed around to the point where there's not even a glimpse of hope left. And for what? Just to force us… to force this guy into working to the bone for some stupid shiny rocks? And they have the fucking nerves to laugh like that, so merrily amidst this shithole?

I hate it, I hate it all. This suffering should never happen, and here it is, live in the making, with us being on the receiving end. I don't even feel like eating this food anymore…

…

"... thank you," I said humbly. No, I whispered. There was nothing to thank for satisfying my selfishness. This time, the food really did taste sour.

I wasn't counting the days, not after day six. It was the same thing over and over again; Wake up, eat, wait for nightfall, then sleep. I haven't left his cage not even once. I had to sneakily make use of the outpost's wall as a hidden place for my business. The stench wasn't there at first, but it's starting to grow.

I wanted to try to talk to the man. He made no effort turning back towards me. Many times I thought he died, but I'd ever so slightly see his form lift up a bit. He didn't touch his food once, not after my request and I doubt before that as well. Rightfully so, I didn't get the extra servings since then, and every time I thought about that, I'd curse myself for what I had done that day. I don't think I've ever done something as selfish as that before… and it's gonna stay in my head for a long time.

I never got a chance to say sorry to the man. He suddenly wasn't in his cage on the fourth day. I… I had to bite back tears most of that day. Those who talk about emptiness wouldn't know anything about how empty I felt that day. How empty I still feel now, knowing the fate of that man… and how I partly contributed to it.

To distract myself in some way, I did laps around my cage. At least, I did them whenever there were no guards. Fortunately, none seemed to care about us slaves, so they only ever patrolled around my cage when needed to. Which was a total of three times a day, evenly spread out. I timed myself in between each patrol and quickly got used to the monotonous routine. The timing also helped as a distraction.

My only guess as to what these guys were waiting for was orders from a higher up. If they were keeping us here permanently, then I should already be working, but clearly I'm not. I'm guessing this is just a pitstop outpost, cause some days ago I heard carriages departing. It must've been a huge chunk of their numbers that had left, too, cause it's been much quieter ever since they left. Out of sheer boredom and curiosity, I pondered what they left for. None of my ideas ended up well for them, much to my delusional satisfaction.

To be honest… it felt like a sin to try to find positives in my situation, and I actively tried against it. But I just couldn't ignore the fact that I was feeling slightly better. I'm still in a shitty condition, but it was not as bad as when I first woke up here. I'm sure it has to do with all the food and rest I was getting. It was small, the food in question, but it gradually accumulated. I don't feel such a burden to stand up anymore, if that says anything. If anything, it's just another sign that I really have regressed in age. Yet another anomaly I actively distracted myself with.

I came up with some crazy answers, and all of them I'm confident are wrong. One of my favorites is that I was injected with a medicine that attacked my genetics and caused some genes to rapidly reactivate. Sounds scientific enough, but even I can't trick myself with that bullshit. At the very least, it's more realistic than being cursed by a monkey spirit.

While I stared at the ground deep in thought, another soldier approached and slammed against my cage. I looked up to see a much shorter soldier compared to the others. He looked like he could still kill me easily, though.

" Get up, you're getting cleaned," the guard said, messing around with the lock to my cage before opening the gate. I stared at him for a moment, my thoughts passively going to his accent, but I quickly turned surprised by the sudden freedom. His statement was also a novelty, but I pushed my thoughts aside and quickly moved onto my feet, remembering what happened the last time I stalled around.

I wasn't the only one being let out. I could see the other slaves leaving their cages and being escorted by some other guards in a line. I joined in and we all made our way to the center of the outpost, recreating our two row line. Some of us were missing, from what I can remember. A lot of us, actually. Under the bright sunlight, I silently viewed the numerous brown and green tents littered around the perimeter—like small grassy mountains in-between the scarce bodies of wooden buildings. Two tall wooden watchtowers stood erect and looked over the entire outpost, assumedly further out as well. They had no elevator, staircase… hell, they had no metal to begin with. They really were keeping true to the medieval lifestyle.

My attention was brought to the two men standing before us. It was the same captain who did roll call, but this time he had no paper with him. The other man stood out like a sore thumb; he wore a dark brown robe with a forest-green viking-like design stitched stylishly. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and caramel eyes behind a pair of glasses. He looked like a wizard but without the pointy hat or long gray beard. Or actually… was he a monk? The short soldier said something about cleaning. It's… a reasonable assumption.

" Stand tall!" the captain shouted. We all stood tall on command, and then he said nothing else. The wizard man stepped forward, holding up what looked like a wooden wand. Ok, so maybe he was actually a wizard. A wizard monk? It made no difference, this was all looking to be very weird. What cleansing do we need again?

The answer to my question was the wizard man beginning to chant a weird language I've never heard before. Like, even the tone was alien. I could barely hear it, but whatever it was was probably spiritual nonsense.

" Spirits… water… dancing rain… blessed…" the wizard man muttered, waving his hands in strange motions. I guess I was right. It looked like he was on crack, but I kept quiet. Maybe this was some weird cultish thing this guerilla does to their enslaved prisoners. I guess it's to help ward off any bad omens or whatever. What would really help, instead, is to remove these chains and set us free… maybe give us some food and water for the trip home as well.

I didn't really hear the rest of what the wizard man said, but he ended his crazed speech with great exclamation. " …grant me… with great power… [Waterfall]!"

Suddenly, the tip of the wand burst with a bright blue light. Then it disappeared just as quickly. I blinked away at the sudden flashbang, having not expected anything like that to happen. But I wasn't given the luxury to ponder about what the hell just happened, because no second later was my entire form literally engulfed in a wall of pure and frigid cold water. I was stuck on the spot, knees bent under the sudden pressure of this huge wave of liquid ice. I didn't get the chance to breathe in some air beforehand—not like I was even prepared to in the first place—so for a moment I had fear that I would drown.

Fortunately, the waterfall ended, and I was left loudly coughing out water and gasping for air—all the while, my entire body shivered from the frosty coldness that the mystery water had so gracefully put me through, and it was amplified even further by the wind. I wasn't alone; every other slave around me was experiencing the same thing. Heck, a few even fell just from the weight of the water. And of course the assholes that were "guards" began poking at the fallen, yelling loudly for them to get up. Did they just not see us as humans?

…besides me? Wait, no, I'm still human… yeah?

From in between the small chaos that ensued, I began to hear the wizard man speak again. He didn't even seem to have reacted at all. " Spirits… gusts be strong… blessed winds… grace of air…"

I wasn't sure whatever this dude was blabbering, but I steeled myself for whatever other parlor tricks were going to come next. I wasn't in the proper thinking zone, but I can tell that this wizard man had really done something to bring that water. This time, his speech felt shorter than the other, and this time the wand bursted a bright green color.

" [Wind Tornado]!" Suddenly, a large gust of wind burst forward, slamming into our disoriented forms like a freight train. I steeled my legs the best I could, much better than those who toppled on the ground around me, but I quickly began to slip backwards. It felt like an eternity before the winds subsided, leaving us painfully dry and even more disoriented.

Appearing to be satisfied, the wizard man took a step back and quietly spoke to the captain before walking away. Having recovered the fastest, I watched as he entered one of the few buildings of the outpost and closed the door behind him. I looked around the place, especially upwards. I didn't see any large fans or large buckets of water. Heck, the only nearest object to us was a single wooden crate.

Then… did… did I just witness witchcraft? No… witchcraft doesn't just make water come out of nowhere. And… neither does alchemy.

Then… magic? I mean, that's just not possible, but… at the same time…

I was lost in thoughts as the soldiers guided us back into our cages, where we returned to our monotonous routine.

The Tailed Warrior of The Unknown Race

Chapter 1

I need to get out of here. I can't take it any longer

I've been here for months. I just know it. I know it's been more than a month, more than three actually. Three fucking months and still nothing. I just don't even know what the hell these monsters are waiting for at this point. They've reduced the food to merely a spoonful. We've only had that one bath, and that was it. One. Fucking. Bath. The stench has gotten so unbearable it's driving me insane!

Since that night, I haven't been the same. The horrors keep coming into my dreams, and I find times where I couldn't sleep at all. Hell, I can barely sleep in the first place. My imagination has cruelly been creative in detailing what that night had looked like, and everytime my stomach despised it.

I just want to leave. I'm tired of this dehumanized treatment, all for a reason they haven't even given to us. It's as if they've purposely tortured us and then leaving us to rot. And I… I just can't. I refuse to believe they're humans. They're the spawn of the devil himself.

…

… That night, of all things I could've remembered, I remembered how weak I was. Powerless, immobile. I had mustered all the strength I could, to break free from this damn cage… just for me to look like some mere child having a temper tantrum. The thought clung to me with iron claws, constantly reminding me that I was and am currently useless. And it was so… fucking… infuriating! Infuriating that I couldn't even have the chance to do anything, not even if I did manage to break free!

And to make matters worse, my jumbled up mind—of all of the decisions it could make—went straight back to that spinely man. The way his eyes held no life in them… how he had given up on everything. I may be deluding myself, I know that much, but think I truly understand what he was going through now. That sense of utter defeat… that there was truly no hope left.

It was utterly bitter.

I sat with my legs pressed against my thin form. My eyes stared out into the quiet outpost blankly. They had not lit any fires, leaving the area shrouded in darkness. I never once heard that mother afterwards. They must've killed her as well… and she might've wanted it too. What else should she have left now? Such a twisted ending.

In a fleeting and final attempt to distract the torrent of negativity shrouding my mind, I looked up to the night skies. Thousands of stars littered the heavens, as if someone had tossed sprinkles in a bowl. It was nothing like what I could see back home… and maybe if I were in a more gracious state I would've admired it. But I just stared blankly, and I couldn't even feel the urge to express emotions.

Standing out amongst the sea of stars was the moon, its ghostly light being the only source that lit the outpost. My eyes stopped at the lunar body. It… made me pause for a moment. I don't think the moon was ever that large before… nor did it have so little number of craters. I could just be going insane at this point… but… I was beginning to feel greatly captivated by the moon.

I quickly found myself staring at nothing but the moon, my thoughts slowly tuned out. Eventually, and rather quickly, I ended up having no thoughts. Zero, as if I lost all sense of thinking. And as my vision darkened, the only thing that stayed in my mind was the alluring glow of the moon.

Hello! I greatly appreciate you reading this first chapter of my story. I am an amateur writer so I don't think this is the best but I still hope you liked it. I always love reading stories here on fanfiction so I felt like making my own.

This is the safe upload for TTWUR. There is a deleted scene that did not meet the rated T guidelines, so I decided to repost a revised version. It still has some disturbing elements, but not as bad as what I had removed.

As I said in the front of this story, I am currently accepting any and all original characters if you are interested in adding into the story. As a general summary, this is an isekai world (and if you don't know what that is, some examples are Rising of A Shield Hero or any other reincarnation manga/anime) so it'll have all the basic stuff you'd see in an isekai. Your character can be dragon ball or isekai it doesn't really matter, I'll read through all of them.

Here's the basic formatting to add your character;

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Personality: *Keep it simple please*

Goals:

I already have the first six chapters done they just need editings. I'll also go into details about the world I have set up for this series in later chapters so keep an eye out on my authors notes for those details. Anyways thank you again for reading and I hope to see you again chapter two.