Going to die but it was fun to play with them hehehe.
The two people stand around a dead body with many bullet holes, covered in blood, trembling. One said, "Finally, he is dead—that traitor." The humans on Earth were all almost killed for petty reasons. The two trembled and ran away toward a bunker.
It was blackness.
Then I saw many celestial bodies—too big to even compare to planets. Some glowed softly like molten metal under skin, others pulsed like slow heartbeats wrapped in mist. I didn't know how I moved between them... and then, blackness again.
I opened my eyes.
Around my vision: a bed, a table, and a mirror on the wall with a window beside it. The room smelled faintly of cedar wood and something sterile, like alchemical steel. I saw my reflection on the window—feminine body shape, white skin, white hair, good for innocence, and blue eyes good for trust. Huh.
I looked outside the window.
Floating islands drifted through the air, tethered by unseen energies. Wooden huts clung to them like ancient nests, some moss-covered, some shining with spirit-light veins. Looks like I am not in my planet, world, or maybe even my universe—or reality.
I looked down.
I was laying inside bedsheets that felt soft but unnaturally dense, like silk woven from some creature beyond human biology. I feel I am male. Good—I have strength and beauty, both advantages.
Now let's see where I am.
I got up and walked to the window. There was a handle on the side of the mirror. I held it—its texture was cold, almost humming—and opened it magically. A closet opened out of nowhere. The wall was still the same. It looked like someone expanded space here and created a new dimension just for the closet.
I took out a ribbon and tied my long hair into a ponytail. The ribbon shimmered faintly as if woven from liquid moonlight.
I then closed it.
Everything feels powerful here—like this is a higher reality. The normal material here is more strong than Earth's. Even the wooden frame of the window pulsed with subtle life-force.
I looked outside again.
There were many islands—big and small—with different types of houses: some were sleek metal domes humming with energy, others were vast stone towers shaped like bones or flowers. There were castles. Big grounds. People flying on swords, pots, or chunks of floating land. I mean... whatever they liked.
On those floating battlefields, the people were fighting.
Shards of glass came out of nowhere, sparkling and dangerous, then froze midair like time had paused. A girl aged backward and forward between seconds—young to old to young again.
They don't look like cultivators.
Even ten-year-old kids.
Does even a mortal have this much power?
A cultivation universe. Good... and bad. Because I don't know the situation I am in.
But it has potential.
Potential to give me what I want—perfection.
I don't know if this universe has the power to hold it or not. Because the previous one could barely hold an illusion of it—not even talking about climbing the ladder of it.
From the looks of those people fighting—their low tiers can easily use time and glass as elements.
I hope this universe can hold nearly unquantifiable amounts of elements, concepts, and principles.
Because I need immortality, knowledge, power, control—all in the path of perfection. Because they are all part of it.
Does perfection mean being better than everyone in something?
Or is it the endpoint of that thing itself?
Whatever it is...
It also means I'm not chained by the so-called mortality. Because this type of universe may be built on strength and intelligence.
That's why I also need beauty—to pack some women or men in my hands.
And from morality, I think—does mortality mean right and wrong?
If that's the case, then if a wolf kills humans, in the eyes of humans he is wrong—but in the eyes of the wolf he is right.
Same the other way around.
If not, then morality is a chain. Some use it as a weapon. Some for protection. Some to bind themselves.
How did I come into this universe?
Not the body—that's clear.
Not soul—because it's a cultivation universe, anyone can notice.
Then maybe consciousness.
I replaced or kicked out the previous owner of this body's consciousness.
Maybe consciousness is the highest metaphysical concept or highest principle. I remember I thought of it as an endless void with a small center inside—that is the source of thoughts.
Then the door opened.
I looked back, curiously.
It was someone like me—but more masculine.
"Little brother, let's go for breakfast "he said.
I nodded and walked, also holding his hand. Gotta show affection and milk up some crispy loyalty.
But maybe he is my enemy—because I got no memories of this body's past.
I still love myself and all my other versions.
Wait, let me see his face... what's with that hidden obsession in his eyes?
Looks like this body really milked him.
Still... not gonna offer myself. You need to pay—even if it's your dear life or hated life. Hehe.
We walked toward the stairs. They were wooden, like all other material in the house—but they were moving, shifting as if alive.
We sat on chairs around the table.
And stared.
Yeah, because I think—no parents. The food looks burnt. He made it.
Let's ask.
"Big brother, I hope Mother and Father eat with us."
He looked down.
I did too.
I see... there are only two plates. Dumb me.
But yes, yes, yes—there are no parents. Ayo.
Meaning more problems. It's a cultivation universe.
I hope there's that big white-bearded greedy grandpa at least. He's useful.
Then my brother said, "Should we go to see our parents' execution?"
Oh, what an unexpected gift... that was expected. Haha.
"Why not, brother? We should go. Stay strong—we will show we love them. They were good."
As dead. Hehe.
Brother said, "That grandpa... he's only giving us 20% of their inheritance."
Eh? That grandpa exists?
Oh. 80% is his now, huh?
But he can be a good shield from outside threats.
I just need to act good and innocent.
Which I really am... because I don't think these dumb cultivators remove those emotion chemicals when they cultivate.
So I can use that.
Or maybe they do. Because I don't know cultivation of this world yet.
Then we eat in silence.
He took me outside of the house and we stepped onto floating land in front of the house. It carried us to the execution ground. I think my brother controlled it.
On the way, I saw many different types of houses with different designs—from wooden huts to metallic boxes. There were castles too. I saw a golden castle... but there was another—a cathedral-castle hybrid in the distance.
Too far away.
All the buildings I see in my vision look like ants compared to a titan.
Yes—ants. That's how big it is.
We reached the execution ground.
There were many people. I didn't focus on any typical reactions of public empathy or sympathy or whatever. Mostly it was fake.
They all had eyes on each other. Maybe they were enemies. The empathy? Their evil—just a mask to hide intentions.
Heh.
My good parents' execution started.
They threw something—green tentacles with cuts—that dropped a dark green substance. Their bodies started to deconstruct and merge.
They became one.
Blood vessels intertwined. Heart, lungs, brain, kidneys... and two private parts. It looked... good.
Then every part of their bodies started to grow thorns.
Then it dissolved.
Into gross melting flesh.
What a funny death.
Why fear?
Don't you already know?
Life is a beautiful cage, and death is freedom.
Haha.
I was crying in my brother's arms.
Why?
I have a plan? No.
I felt like it.
Let me see... huh. It should be normal behavior for a kid. And it shows these people I'm innocent.
Hmm...
What should I do about that grandpa?
Should I use public empathy and greed?
No. For now, I need knowledge.
Maybe he is a million-year-old monster.
This is their fate?
Someone from these people said?
No. It's not fate.
It's the effect of their actions.
Because every action increases or decreases the choices a person has.
Some may reach unquantifiable choices.
Some may reach only one.