Everything was desolate. Nothing alive remained.The world itself felt hollow—shattered beyond repair.
No flags stood.
No knights marched.
No armies survived.
No Creatures...
Only silence lingered—the kind that gnawed at the soul. The morality of slaughter weighed heavy, yet there was no one left to seek retribution. Broken swords lay buried in cracked concrete, hollow and forgotten.
A faint light in the sky began to shimmer amid the ruin of the Kaloterm Kingdom, piercing through the endless frost that blanketed all. Fire once raged everywhere—then vanished in an instant, leaving only smoke and ash.
Far above, within a floating ship, a man with yellow hair stood gazing down upon the destruction. He wore a butler's uniform, a silver tray balanced in one hand with untouched food upon it.
"I didn't realize that clown had failed…" he murmured, his voice barely more than a sigh."How could he be so insane—to sacrifice everything?"
He let out a hollow laugh.
"Truly… perhaps I'm no different."
When Adam awoke, he stood among the ruins—dust upon dust, rubble upon decay.
"The hell happened…" he muttered, his voice trembling.
The kingdom was gone. Nothing moved but the drifting wind and ash. Before him knelt a man in shattered armor—a king, his body marked by darkness, head bowed in defeat.
Soulless.
The King whispered, voice dry and broken.
"I am nothing… I failed. Not even the children were saved… not my troops, not my people. Why am I so weak…"
Adam clenched his fists.
"Why was I so complacent?! What's happening? None of this would've happened if I hadn't let my guard down!"
His teeth ground together, trembling in fury.
[Adam, calm down.]
"SHUT UP!!"
His body flickered, glitching as if corrupted by unseen code. He seized the frail king by the collar, lifting him into the air. The old bandages unraveled, falling away—revealing not a warrior, but a corpse of a man.
A hollow figure. Wrinkled no hair gray skin. Empty blank eyes. Half his head obliterated as his flesh was torn.
Adam stared—not with disgust, but confusion. Empathy flickered through his broken thoughts. Then came laughter—raw, hysterical laughter that cracked through the silence as tears streamed down his face.
"Hahaha… what the hell… what's wrong with me…Im a hypocrit"
He could still feel the fear—the dread—if he lose his friends.
[Your friends.]
"SHUT UP! HAHAHAHA! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!!"
The darkness spread through his body, glitching reality itself as the world began to decay. His hair burned like flame, panic constricting his chest. His heart screamed silently, yet his face was calm, too calm—numb beyond feeling.
He looked down at his hands, breathing ragged.
"Why does it hurt so much…"
As a thought in his head... If he could just be a little selfish...
"How can i think like that?" . "Can you really see them as… replaceable? Their lives, their souls?""You're not a god. You never were."
Adam's eyes softened.
"I'm just a lonely boy… I don't know everything."
Falling on the ground laying lifeless... As the person, no longer a king... Looks at him standing up.
"Then tell me… what was your goal?"
"To save everyone."
They both fell silent.The persons blank eyes reflected no light—only suffering. He stepped forward, even as his torn body bled and his armor fell apart. Adam raised his guard, forming sharp barriers of energy, yet the man walked through them unfazed until he collapsed before him.
"Forgive me…" the king whispered, kneeling. "A person who is nothing."
Adam looked down, lost in despair.
What even is value? Is it money?Is it the people who remember you?What even is status, when it can dissapear in a single breath?
Darkness was closing in like a dream fading, dreams are always like that you were experiencing everything but then. Everything blurred, turning to shadow of darkness. Then you wake up.
Everything was dissapearing...
"No… no… this can't be the end?…"
[Adam… I—]
"No!"
[ADAM! I've known it for a long time!]
A light shimmered.Rehan appeared—her form translucent, flickering, a hologram kneeling beside him.
She reached out, wrapping her arms around him.
[You might just be a boy… you might think you're nothing… maybe you'll never be remembered by the world—but I don't care.]
Her voice trembled, soft but certain.
[I only care about you. You are a king. I don't care what you've done.]
She lifted his face gently. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, white lab coat fluttering, glasses cracked but still shining... Smiling
[You are Adam.]
What even lies at the end of this?If this gate… this dimensional tower… truly ends here, will I die when the dream ends?
What about Toho, Kiso, Piercebox…?I failed.
Adam wept — the cry of someone who had lost everything.
"I told Manori I'd find her…" he whispered. "I said I'd save her… yet I did nothing."
Im afraid...
[Everything's going to be fine.]
Soft arms wrapped around him, holding him as his consciousness began to fade — comforting him even as the world itself unraveled.
In the depths of that dying world, Adam slept.But someone else remained awake.
The King stood among the ruin, watching the broken horizon.He realized, at last, that he was the only one left who could save anything at all.
So he offered himself — body, soul, and life.His form began to glow, his scars closing, his hair turning white as light consumed him.
"Replace… damage."
[Thank you.]
Rehan's voice trembled as her fading body disintegrated into light.
"Adam… I don't even know if this will work. Even if it does… you'll be the only original left. I might disappear. But… I don't care. I just want to save you."
She refused to wake.She refused to let the dream end.
Without saving... Him.
[Absorbing all dimensional cores…][200,000 CP acquired.]
[Use half of creation points to upgrade?][Use creation points to activate passive: Buying.]
[Buying Instant Resurrection at death location—][Pending…][Pending…]
Everything faded.And Rehan's consciousness vanished.
…
…
…
Silence.
Months later—Manori lay in her dim, cluttered apartment. The bedsheets were tangled and unwashed. The air was heavy. A single faucet dripped into the sink, echoing softly.
She sat up slowly, dark circles shadowing her eyes. When she tried the light switch, nothing happened.
It had been months since everything happened.She couldn't pay rent.Couldn't pay for school.Couldn't even buy proper food.
"Did anyone even notice I'm gone?"
She walked to the refrigerator.The inside was warm. Dead.She pulled out an expired cup of noodles, sat at the table, and forced herself to eat.
The taste was foul — she gagged, stumbling to the sink to vomit. The water ran, washing away the smell, but not the emptiness.
In the cracked mirror, she stared at herself.Her hair hung in knots.Her face pale, eyes sunken.
"I look terrible…"
She leaned closer.
"I just want to sleep… forever. Forget all of this."
Her voice broke.
"What was that dream again? It felt so real… maybe it was fun, at least. Everything stayed there, didn't it?"
She exhaled.
"No… I'm thinking too much. It was just a dream. Nothing changes. I'm still here… suffering."
Then — a sound.
A low hum filled the room.A white portal tore open beside her bed, blinding light flooding the small apartment.
Manori stumbled backward, heart racing.
"W–what is that?!"
Through the radiance, a figure descended — floating slightly above the floor.A boy with white hair, silent, weightless, eyes closed.
She gasped.
"Who the heck are you!?"
The light swirled around him, wrapping the room in brilliance.
[To be continued]{The End}