Where am I?
As her eyes slowly adjusted, the world around her began to emerge from the haze, but nothing she saw made sense. Aiesha froze, her heart hammering in her chest as confusion gripped her like a vice. Outside the window hung a moon so silver, so impossibly bright, that it seemed almost alive, radiating a strange, ethereal energy that bathed the room in a ghostly glow. Every shadow, every corner of her small room seemed to stretch and dance in its cold light.
The moment her gaze lingered on the moon, memories surged into her mind. They came like a flood, unbidden and chaotic, memories that were not hers, not even faintly familiar.
Have I transmigrated? Did the ritual even work?
Her thoughts whirled, trying to grasp what had happened. She remembered the ritual clearly—the prayers whispered to a god called the Imaginary God. Then, fragments of another life began to surface, flashes of a past she had never truly lived. The Church of the Imaginary, devotion and worship toward that enigmatic deity… all pressed into her mind at once, a weight too heavy to bear.
A cold dread settled over her, crawling into her bones as she sifted through these foreign memories. She could not remember her original name. All that remained intact was one name: Aiesha—the identity she had now assumed.
Am I trapped inside a novel?
No, no, no. I can't remember a name like Aiesha in any novel I have read. The names of the cities here are also completely foreign to me.
Her gaze fell on a notebook lying nearby, its presence almost magnetic. The words on the cover made her blood run cold.
MYSTERIES IS WATCHING!
The sight triggered a memory of a novel she had read, one that now felt impossibly relevant, as if a thread had been pulled through her consciousness.
No, no, no! Did I get reincarnated into Lord of Mysteries?
Desperation clawed at her mind as she rummaged through memories, searching for clues. Nothing matched. The world was different, yet it mirrored the power system she remembered—a system like that in Lord of Mysteries, though here it leaned toward traditional magic.
Mana, class, classification, ninth-tier mage… Wait, isn't this that one novel with only ten chapters, focused entirely on explaining the archangel of a god? She had forgotten the name of that god…
I can only remember that the real name of that archangel is Ofqueria. A weird name, but nevertheless, the character is actually good.
Aiesha's thoughts churned as she tried to recall more details, her mind a storm of confusion and wonder. She did not notice a figure on the roof just two houses away. Six pairs of greyish-white wings stretched behind him, catching the moonlight and shimmering faintly with every subtle movement.
Interesting, the figure thought, his gaze steady, calm, and calculating.
A sudden sensation prickled along Aiesha's skin, as though unseen eyes had pierced her very soul. She turned instinctively, scanning the rooftops, but the figure had vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.
Huh… is that someone?
Panic and curiosity collided violently in her chest. Her fingers trembled as she reached again for the notebook. The words seemed to pulse, almost breathing under her touch, a reminder that she was being observed. A shiver ran down her spine, cold and insistent, but mingled with a strange, compelling curiosity.
Then, a new presence made itself known—an echo, a voice that entered her mind unbidden.
As soon as Aiesha registered it, her body began to tremble. A chilling realization gripped her: her future, like the main character of Lord of Mysteries, might already be written, laid out like a book for unseen readers to devour.
You're interesting, young girl.
A male voice spoke inside her head, smooth, confident, yet calm. Aiesha gasped and shouted aloud, "Who are you!" Her voice cracked in the quiet of the room, bouncing off the walls. Her mind raced frantically. Who could possibly speak to me inside my own thoughts? The Mysteries that the book mentions? A system? A god? A mysterious entity?
Ding, ding, ding. Correct. I'm a former god.
Aiesha's heart skipped a beat. A former god? What could that possibly mean?
I was a god once, the voice explained, measured and calm, but due to corruption by entities I will never speak of in front of you, I gradually lost control. I had to split myself apart. You are the one who took all of my fragments, which is why I can speak to you now.
The calm certainty of his tone seeped into her mind, and slowly, her breathing steadied. The impossible truth settled over her like a blanket: she had truly transmigrated. She had no one left in her previous world, and here, she had nothing but this strange, new existence.
Who is this Mysteries the book is talking about?
Probably that archangel whose name we will not speak, Rosette said, his tone edged with authority.
Why? Aiesha asked, noticing the subtle caution in his voice.
That one has the power to read fate itself. If not for the fact that his abilities are heavily focused on Mysteries, he would simply be called Fate.
The male voice's words weighed on her mind, yet oddly, they brought clarity. She felt a strange serenity beginning to bloom within her.
Then what is your name? I can't just keep calling you 'voice,' can I?
Hahaha… yes, yes. Call me Rosette, young girl. I'm your teacher, guiding you along the pathway toward becoming a god.
A faint smile touched Aiesha's lips. Rosette's power to calm and reassure had worked. She accepted the truth of her situation. She had crossed worlds. She had no one else.
This is my new journey now, she thought, staring at the silver moonlight spilling across her room.
Far away—though she did not notice—an angel stood on a distant rooftop, a hundred houses away, wings folded elegantly around him, eyes fixed on her.
Tch. "He" is looking at me, the angel murmured softly.
Through Rosette's presence in her mind, Aiesha could sense the being's gaze. Though unseen, it felt direct and deliberate.
Don't worry. I will still watch you, little Aiesha, the angel whispered before disappearing into the shadows of the night.
In his place, a single note drifted across the rooftops, carried by the faint breeze. If anyone were to find it, the words would chill them to the bone:
Archangel of Mysteries is here.
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Wallahi here is my book I've been thinking of creating I will try to find ways to make it a good read for you my lovely fools and oh by the way all of the high ranking people that will be involved with imaginary god is named after my classmates except for ofqueria that was my last name so I will be using all the last names that I know
Funny thing is when creating this chapter I have already completed the high ranking people of church of the imaginary saints up to archangels of it
And all of it was taken from LOTM too 😭 the titles here are probably inspired alot by lotm and this world is also a bit of steampunk so goodbye fools see you next chapter