Become A Character Who Dies Within Three Chapters

No mother came to embrace Aboli. High above the sky, a pitch-black curtain appeared, shielding Aboli. The overwhelming energy Sylus had unleashed was drawn into the black curtain, completely devoured until nothing remained.

At last, as if it had reached its limit, the curtain suddenly twisted, writhed, then exploded, vanishing without a trace!

Aboli's eyes flew wide open, the light within them nearly extinguished instantly.

Sylus hadn't expected things to turn out this way. His attack, once unleashed, could not be recalled, and he was already far too exhausted, barely able to see what lay before him.

"Louis! No! Why—who allowed you to do this, Louis!"

Why, why—this wasn't how it was supposed to be!

He and Louis were close friends. Louis clearly cared about him and even rushed to save him when the Aurellan family imprisoned him. Their bond was undeniably strong. So why—why did Louis choose to shield Aboli?

What was Aboli? What the hell was Aboli?!

Sylus wanted to kill Aboli, right then and there. But he no longer had the strength.

Something blocked out the light—Aboli had spread her wings once more.

Of course. He had no energy left. If Aboli didn't take this chance to finish him, when would she?

Sylus watched the spear grow larger and larger in his vision. The corners of his lips curled into a reckless grin, and he even laughed.

"Louis, hahaha—you really did it. In the end, your lover has defeated me. She'll have everything back again. Are you happy now? I'll go to the grave with you. Are you happy now, hahaha!"

Aboli's radiance swallowed Sylus's mad laughter.

The darkness shattered into countless motes of dust. Only black feathers danced within the light, mingled with faintly glowing blue particles, quickly dispersing into nothingness.

The darkness above the skies of central zone 1 was torn apart and vanished, leaving only the roar of the wind and scattered drops of rain.

Feathers of light drifted everywhere, like a magnificent rain of brilliance.

The people of zone 1 gazed up at the sky in dazed wonder, spreading their arms wide as if to receive a god's blessing.

Aboli nearly plummeted from the sky. Her body returned to normal—small, frail, weak—just like the first time she had knocked on Louis's door.

She had clearly fallen hard enough to die, yet why couldn't she?

Lying on the ground, blood flowing freely from her body, Aboli seemed as though she felt no pain at all.

Black fragments scattered across the ground—some crumbled into dust, while others still twitched faintly, sprouting tiny tendrils that patted gently against the back of Aboli's hand pressed to the earth.

Aboli widened her eyes at the sight, then suddenly laughed. But tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Her brows furrowed, and in that moment, she must have looked terribly ugly, ridiculous, anything but beautiful.

Clenching her fist, she grasped the tiny tendril as though it were a fragile sprout, murmuring:

"Louis, Louis, don't go, okay? I swear I'll make this world so beautiful that even the place where we first met will shine in splendor instead of lying in ruin. Please, I'll shape this world into something you'll love."

"Stay with me, please…" Aboli whispered, her tears blurring her vision.

Then, so faint it was nearly imperceptible, a voice brushed her ear—a soft laugh:

"Not calling me mother anymore?"

Aboli smiled through her tears. "No… Louis, you're still here, aren't you? Louis… I was wrong… Louis…"

At the very end, her voice grew so faint it was almost undetectable:

"You won't forgive me, will you…"

She heard Louis's quiet laugh:

"I can't forgive you in this life. Then… let's meet again in the next one, my lover."

Lover…

Aboli felt the tendril in her grasp slowly eroding, crumbling away bit by bit, until it turned to dust like the other black fragments.

She smiled, her mind sinking into complete chaos.

In the year 4794 of the Star Calendar, an entirely new legal code was proclaimed across the ten zones of planet Hea, abolishing the millennia-old hierarchy of citizenship. Zone 1 was sealed off completely; the cries of dissent were smothered into silence.

Time passed. Order swiftly returned, as though the world itself had been reborn.

"There may still be injustice somewhere… but I did everything I could… you've been waiting for me all along, haven't you?"

Pure white feathers fluttered through the sky, drawing the curtain on an age of absurd, unjust destiny—where lives were written at birth, some cut short while others endlessly rose.

Because humans are creatures who ceaselessly move forward, each person carries their own inherent worth from birth. Everyone deserves to be loved and to exist.

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END VOLUME 1

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"Congratulations, host, on completing your first mission! Confirmed acquisition of two soul fragments, confirmed unlocking of the Store, confirmed system upgrade!"

The voice of 666 echoed inside Louis's head, making his skull throb painfully.

The lingering sensation of being smashed apart still haunted his mind, causing his entire body to tremble instinctively.

He opened his eyes, taking a long moment to adjust to the blinding light.

Louis realized he was lying on a gleaming white floor so polished that he could see his reflection beneath him.

All around was an expanse of white space—looking farther ahead, he saw nothing but dazzling white light and the horizon.

"Where is this?"

Louis rubbed his head, sat up, and asked 666.

666 quickly replied, "This is the transfer space. You can rest here while preparing for the next world!"

Hearing this, Louis couldn't help but curl his lips. "So I actually get to choose when to do a mission?"

666 sounded a little embarrassed: "Of course not, sir. You'll begin a mission when I locate an invaded world."

Louis: "... putting on that shy and cutesy act won't hide your uselessness."

666: "..." The two-year-old system burst into tears, utterly shameless.

Louis rubbed his ear. "Where are you? You don't have a physical form?"

"I… hic sob sob sob, I do… sob…" 666 whimpered.

It's crying quickly got on Louis's nerves. "Alright, sorry. I won't say things like that again."

At those words, 666 immediately brightened up. A flash of light burst before Louis's eyes in the next instant. A cat suddenly plopped onto the floor—it was so fat it looked like it had swallowed a gas cylinder, and a necktie dangled around it.

The cat quickly sat upright, stretched out a paw to straighten its tie, then lifted its head and widened its eyes at Louis: "First time meeting you, host—I'm 666!"