The people were tying a greedy woman named Genti's hands by ropes, and then they landed on a platform. Then the platform opened a black circle, and they entered inside it. I saw inside a black castle with 63,417 towers, counting all big and small. It was on a flat mountain that is a downward triangle shape, and it has a red crystal in the center.
This castle was too big to comprehend, bigger than the Empire Central Zone. There were also many people taking many prisoners towards that castle. They were in trillions.
Then I understood that the woman's memories, actions, concept, and all the knowledge she had would be eaten inside a prison—only her soul left. This soul will enter a reincarnation space. It has unquantifiable amounts of cycles. From them, she will land in a random timeline of a random possibility and reincarnate, living her life again.
This is called Eating Space, and Gorter Empire also has this. It has continuous voices of cries and screams and of begging coming from everywhere. The weather here was dark and looks like it's about to rain—but it's an eternal state of this dimension. Usually, when people don't die from this prison, they reincarnate with their memories. But this space is just an extra step before reincarnation.
Meanwhile, I was still in my brother's arms when I got this information. When my patterns returned to me, my hands around my brother's body tightened, my head digging inside his chest.I hope others me are okay in other timelines of uncountable possibilities—some of them suffering for eternity, some may have been killed the moment they came here and reborn and killed. And some of them... maybe... maybe happy.
I feel a little good. But what about the versions that maybe are not even inside this universe?This is why this imperfect world was born imperfect—and it will die imperfect, then reborn again, more imperfect.What a hateful filth.
I will make sure to complete my goal of perfection.
A tear fell from my eyes on my brother's clothes, soaking his white shirt wet.He asked me what happened, with concern.I just hugged him.Would it have felt good if I cried on my clone's shoulder?Yes, it would have—because it would have cried with me, sharing my feeling and understanding.
Meanwhile, hugging my brother feels like stone. Even if I tell him…
I backed away from my brother, and he looked at me with surprise and concern.He asked me what happened, but I just answered with, "Leave me alone for now."He tried to say something, but I said again, "Leave me alone."He nodded and left through the door.
I took out Infinity Bloom from my instinct space and entered it.This time, everything here was dark.I didn't think much—probably it is because of my will imprint, and I entered this dimension again so he can't eavesdrop now.
Then I created my clone again, with same clothes as me.We hugged each other, our heads on each other's shoulders, and we cried.Tears fell from our eyes endlessly, soaking our clothes wet.I don't know how much time passed, but after some hours of endlessly crying, I got a strong, strange feeling from a direction.
My heart—I don't know why, but it ached.
I used patterns to chase this feeling—where it is coming from.But it was too late.
I tried again and again, until I finally found it was a space tunnel leading me somewhere.I merged with my clone back and entered it.I flew through it for hours. This tunnel was completely pitch black.
And then—I exited it, seeing where I entered.
I saw circles everywhere.A circle around a circle around a circle, continuously going—so much that even my vision, capable of seeing infinite, was being distorted.
They were making a shape of a ball around a ball. I can't see this one too.Also, they were all like they were about to wither and break—showing how much they aged.
I then saw a version of me in front of me, in military black clothes with red outline and red cape on is back reaching his feet.He looks exactly like me, but with red and white hair mixed.His eyes also red, but miserable—and cracked pupils.His smile: beautiful, but miserable.
My heart ached and bled endlessly.
I reached toward his cheek with my hand and ran my hand on it and asked:"What… what is this? Who did this? How?"My voice, shuddering and cracking.
He smiled more and reached toward my hand, held it in his.He looked at me and said:
"I am happy you are okay. And you don't need to know what happened."
I hurriedly interjected and said:
"No, please. Don't wear fake mask. I know you aren't okay—"
He put his finger on my mouth and silenced me.
"As I said, you don't need to know. Or—I don't want you to know.I have seen you now. I can die happily and merge with you."
He said this space will break in some moments.
"So I will give you some of my memories to relive you—because I know you will not stop.And also all the information I have accumulated.
You know—even after we became something that humans' words can't describe on Earth, from a pathetic human—we still can't be on top in this world, huh?
Now go back.
I love you."
He said, and pushed me back into the tunnel.
I looked while crying, as his body started to crack and disappear—the smile never leaving his face.But now it's cheeky and happy, instead of miserable.The space around him also started to break—then those circles and balls.
I then disappeared inside the tunnel.
The last thing I saw—was still his smile.
**I will make sure that every person I defeat will be inside the hell of my earring.I will create so much hate.But if the world isn't fair,
then why cry—when I am not fair?**