I then took my physical form again.
Hmm, I should play with my brother.
I stepped out of the cube and held it in my hand. It is glass-like with a red shade.
What should I name it?
A Dimensional infinity bloom.
Oh—I find a new thing.
I can create more and more dimensions inside it.
In simple words: infinite dimensions with infinite space, and each one gets stronger than the previous.
I then manipulated pattern a little on my body and created a new instinct named:
> Instinct Space.
I now can easily store things inside and take them out.
Its space is a hierarchy of space:
A layer above layers, a bubble under bubble.
Although it's complex, I can summon my items with just my will—because it's *my* space.
And if someone entered it, they may never find their way outside.
I then looked at the printer.
Hmm… I got lucky in this life, unlike my past one. Tch.
I walked out of the room and headed toward the library.
I opened the door—and saw my brother reading from a 1-meter big book.
"Oh, big brother, what are you reading?"
He looked at me—surprised, then delighted, and next, shocked.
Huh.
I entered a split of my will through the pattern of his shock and saw his thought:
Owww… he got more beautiful… what a good life I have…
Oh.
Then I walked more and saw the book he was reading.
It was about all concepts that are discovered.
Huh. Where did he get this book?
I walked backward through his memories—and found out that everyone in this world has this book.
Everyone spends 100,000 years of their life studying all its concepts—and how each is used in different ways, from construction to manipulation to everyday life.
Wow.
For a normal student, it would be torture.
The total information is more than the full history of Earth from back to now.
Then, I copied all of his memories about his book—just by splitting their patterns into two—and fed it to my subconscious, immediately learning everything.
In the meantime, I stood before my brother, my hands joined behind my back, and I had a sweet smile on my face.
My big round eyes were shining, and I asked my brother:
"How do I look now?"
Hehe.
If the answer doesn't satisfy me, it means he needs more grooming.
He said:
"You look more beautiful… just like me."
Huh. Where did he learn that?
I said thank you and hugged him.
He hugged me back and ran his hand through my hair.
Good.
He knows what to do.
I might keep him around a little longer.
Hmm… I felt something.
I traced back its pattern.
It goes outside my house—some couple hundred miles away—into a gold and red crystal temple, and behind it, a big red sun.
It's evening now.
In the temple, a woman tried to use a book to see my past or spectate it.
Oh?
Needs a death.
She is that greedy woman… hmm, still after the inheritance.
And the book she's using—wouldn't it be best if she had seen a hypothetical scenario?
To not alert me much?
I see—this thing also needs polish.
Even if someone did that, I may still get a feeling—but not strong enough.
Back to that woman.
I looked around the temple—many people were going here and there, doing their things.
Same normal façade.
I searched around the house and found a 5-year-old child in a room next to her.
Hmm… what should I do?
I checked the child's memories.
He is a child she had—when in a stadium, she eliminated someone using lust to lure.
But she also got this child.
Haha… I can use this child.
I planted a fake thought inside his mind.
He was thinking:
"Why does mother hate me? What should I do to make her happy? I don't want to see her disappointed face…"
Tears fell from the child's eyes.
A little child that was taught a chained side of morality.
And then—my fake thought came:
"Mom always dislikes me. What if I jump out of the window in front of her? Will it make her love me? But it's scary… No—those flying people will save me. They always go here and there… Yes! I should do it."
"Maybe she will love me,maybe not i don't know"
The child opened the door of his room and walked towards her room.
He opened her room door.
She looked at him with frustrated expressions.
"What do you want?"
The child looked at her with round eyes and a smile, thinking:
"After this, finally… my mom will love me."
He said:
"Mom, love me."
And walked toward the window.
And next—he jumped out of the window.
Why didn't she stop him?
Because I used her book to distract her.
I let her access a little of my past—so her book got her attention.
The past I let her access?
All my dinners and breakfasts.
Haha.
And when the child jumped out of the window—
Everyone that was flying here and there, or on the ground—didn't save him.
All were delighted.
The child hit the ground—while smiling toward the sky that his mother would love him—
—and became meat paste spiling blood everywhere around where he hit and also his meat pieces flying toward random directions and bones crushed into white dust by jumping from a 3-mile big mountain and impact of fast speed although nothing left after.
Then the woman screamed and threw the book away in rage.
Everyone who watched the child become meat paste flew towards the window and saw her.
They were more delighted.
And they used righteous anger to put her in prison.
Some women even shed fake tears on the child's death.
Why do they all do this?
I will find it.
And why are they all conceptual beings?
Even that greedy woman is a conceptual being.
Then why didn't she save him?
She would have—but I distracted her.
And also, those people used their power to make the child fall faster.
Time stop would have had barely any chance of stopping him.
Hmm. Good.
Also, a mother is sacred.
As long as she completes her sacred role sacredly.
i then checked memory of someone why these people are using morality why gorter and Ruthenal empire has no rules why eliminate eachother. i saw that these people has illusionary journal behind there head that they got from domain cultivation center again that big cathedral castle it records there eliminations and they get reward for it that is getting in empire army or getting more cultivation knowledge or resources thats all.hmm looks like empire has some big secrets.
Now, tonight—my grandpa will come to meet me.
I should go and complete preparation.
And also—an earring.
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