"Ugh... Ahh—my head..."
I groaned, my voice echoing through a place I couldn't yet see.Pain throbbed in my skull, sharp and real.
"Wait… pain? But I'm supposed to be unconscious. What the hell…?"
I winced, slowly opening my eyes—but I wasn't on a bed.I was falling.
Drifting downward through an endless white void, glittering with floating spheres of color—each glowing with an aura of its own. Crimson, gold, sapphire blue, eerie green. Some felt warm, some ominously cold. They shimmered around me like stars torn from the heavens.
"Where... am I?" I muttered.
The question echoed in my mind, unanswered. Then something caught my eye. A reflection in one of the spheres.
It was me.But… not me.
My hair—once black—was now a shock of pure white, glowing faintly like silver in moonlight. My eyes… crimson red.
"This… can't be real."
Then, a whisper—just barely audible—drifted through the void:
"Myde—"
It was muffled. Incomplete. But it shook my chest, like it was trying to pull something out of me.
I turned slowly.
Floating in the distance was a woman—elegant, ethereal.
Her eyes shimmered a deep crimson white, like galaxies spinning inside them. Her long white hair flowed behind her, weightless. She wore a beautiful gown stitched from starlight and silk, each step leaving glowing traces in the air.
But most of all…
She felt familiar.Like I'd known her forever. Like she was part of me.
She didn't speak at first. She just watched me with a soft, almost bittersweet smile. Then, her voice finally reached me.
"Wake, Mydeimos."
My heart thumped.
"Wake… Mydeimos."
The name echoed in my soul like it belonged to me.Like it was me.
Then—
Darkness.
The light vanished. The colored auras shattered like glass. The woman disappeared. Even I—disappeared.
Nothing remained.
Except the sound:
Thump… thump… thump…
I shot upright in bed, gasping.
Sweat drenched my body. My chest heaved. My eyes darted around.
I wasn't in a hospital anymore.
I was in a house.
A clean, modern-looking room. Hardwood floors. Sunlight gently pouring in from behind thin curtains. White walls. A bookshelf with worn novels and what looked like… old magical relics?
I clutched my chest.
"What… is this place?" I whispered to myself.
Suddenly—
Click.
The door creaked open.
A man stepped in, tall and casual. He wore a long black shirt, fitted jeans, and a pair of black Nike sneakers. His hair was a little messy, but his eyes were sharp.
He gave a relieved sigh.
"Oh, good. You're awake."
I stared at him, confused and tense.
"Where… where am I?"
He walked in casually and leaned against the doorframe.
"You've been asleep for almost six months. Honestly, I wasn't sure you'd make it. Thought you were brain-dead for a bit, not gonna lie."
My mind raced.
Six months?!
I looked down at my hands. They were fine. I didn't feel weak… if anything, I felt stronger.
"Who are you…? And why did you save me?"
The man chuckled, walking over to a chair and plopping down.
"Name's Jin. Jin Nakamura. I'm sort of a… guide, I guess. You could say I specialize in rescuing weaklings like you."
He smirked, but his eyes were serious.
"And you, kid, you're not the only one who came to this version of Earth. There are others. Monsters. People from other worlds. The fusion is starting."
That hit me hard.
"Fusion…?"
He nodded.
"Yep. The veil's breaking. Your old world and ours? They're merging. Whatever you saw before you fell unconscious… that was just the beginning."
My mouth went dry. I thought of the woman. The voice.The name.
Mydeimos…
And then—
The image of the crocodile monster. The orb. The explosion.The mysterious man with black hair who saved me.
Too much. It was all too much.
But I looked at Jin, who sat calm, arms crossed, like he'd seen this all before.
And I asked him the only question I could think of:
"Do you...know...who… or what… is Mydeimos?"
Jin's eyes narrowed.
"…That," he said slowly, "is the part I can't tell you."