I get up from my brother's lap and grabbed one more book again and settled in his lap again. I opened the book and started reading.
It said that history has been cursed. All the knowledge about what happened in the eras is blocked—only their inventions, wisdom, and information about the world remains.
No one knows why it is like this.
The Ruthenal Empire, where I live, is called this because people here are ruthless and use emotions and morality to eliminate each other or get what they want.
And in Gorter Empire, there are no rules at all. Anyone can kill each other, rape each other, and do what they want—if they can persuade people around them.
Its MVP is a person who convinced the emperor himself to let him be the emperor.
Then he convinced him to give his wife—because he is the emperor.
Then… he killed him.
What is this? Does he have some kind of cobra tongue?
Next empire is Sinfully Empire, which is located on the most beautiful and green land from all empires. And they do things that go too far—it makes Gorter and Ruthenal Empire look like good places to live.People call them ancestors of devil.
(A/N: really don't wanna write it because it will be too disturbing, so I leave it to your imagination.)
I closed the book, and it was pretty fun.
Humans really are worse than devils.
Even a loving person is just an injury or mistake away from being worse than a devil.
I get up from my brother's lap and kissed his forehead.
He's becoming pretty obedient.
Then I walked toward the room where the printer was, and I started to write concepts on the itemized—to use and create a Dimension Cube.
I used the concept of space, time, infinity room, and will control and imprint, outside connection, to make a 1-inch square cube.
It has infinite rooms and space, and everything is controlled by my will because of my imprint from grabbing it with my hand.
I will use it to cultivate.
I entered it, and all around I saw different kinds of rooms everywhere—moving in fractal-like direction, only the middle room being still.
I sat still and tried to feel energy.
When I felt it, I started to manipulate it and make it enter my body and regulate it.
I also then ate the candy I created that makes my body absorb more of enclaws and make it faster.
While this was happening, I started to think again.
What should I cultivate as my concept?
What should it be?
It should be something that is close to or mirrors perfection, or has affinity with it.
It should be the concept that contains all.
Hmm… Origin? No. It's just the start.
The end? No again. It is just the end of one cycle.
Oh—what about Cycle?
Also no. It will not grow much.
The Container?
No. It only contains.
What about Time and Space?
It's everywhere.
It is linear, looped, and paradoxical.
No… again, no.
Aww, yes—Patterns.
Yes.
They exist everywhere.
A universe can be traced back to the start or the end from the patterns—but it can also go beyond that in its view.
An origin can become an end, and that end can become a better origin.
Patterns never stop forming.
Even end or the origin is only the brief wait for it.
I can also use it strategically.
Like, if I feel something wrong, I can see from patterns where it is going and where it is coming from, and what the consequences will be.
I can also manipulate patterns to make wars between empires—using it to change people's thoughts, creating ideologies, and then sharing them.
Hehe. It will be fun games.
Now… where would I integrate it?
I should integrate it with my instincts, intuition, and intelligence core.
I should structure my intelligence also in Self and World stage.
My body was absorbing enclaws with high speed—slowly turning into it, little by little.
I became more and more transparent, and at the end I fully became transparent.
The energy form feels like I am nothing—just a thought wandering around in the world.
Like a spectator that can go everywhere he wants.
But I can also feel things if I want.
I feel like I can grab a concept and throw it at someone.
I can now regenerate from being erased as energy.
And I have infinite lifespan with no need for sleep, bath, or even outside energy.
What a wonder of an overpowered energy like enclaws.
I try to materialize my new form.
My body turned into an almost androgynous—neither masculine nor feminine—form, with 12-year-old child height.
Silky white hair flowing down to my waist, with a strangely red line on the side hair of my head.
My eyes: emerald blue.
And white skin—that jade-like one.
My legs have nothing between—nothing to crack or smash. Hehe.
I then materialized white oversized shirt, reaching lower than my butt, and a black panties with a big long sleeve silky coat.
And then I tied two ribbons—one on the coat around my waist, and another on my hair for ponytail.
I look beautiful.
Then I created a clone of me and kissed it, and it kissed me back.
Then we hugged each other.
And then I started to think again.
Hmm…
My goal is perfection.
Does a perfect being love itself?
Maybe.
But hate itself?
Absolutely not.
Anyone in this world other than Earth will say that person is stupid.
If there is a person who hates himself, then that means his unquantifiable amount of versions will hate each other and fight each other—weakening them.
A person that doesn't [know] himself over time—hmm—they will also conflict with each other, depending on the person.
A narcissist sees other versions as below him—again, fighting and conflict.
A psychopath—hmm—strategically uses each other.
A stupid person—well, that's interesting.
All other stupid versions become more stupid and entertaining.
A collective stupidity that no one wants to deal with.
[Introduction Ends]