Three years had passed since that fateful night of fire and blood.
In a quiet corner of a public park in Kuoh City stood an old, sturdy apple tree. To ordinary passersby, hurried office workers, and children playing nearby, it was nothing more than that: a large tree that provided welcome shade in the summer. However, to anyone who wasn't ordinary—to those with eyes trained in magic, ki, or the demonic—the optical and conceptual illusion woven around it would crumble, revealing an immense treehouse nestled among its titanic branches.
From the outside, the house looked like a rustic, well-built wooden cabin. But the interior violently defied any law of Euclidean physics.
The space inside the cabin was absurdly colossal, expanding to encompass the exact size of an American football field. The height of the place reached the equivalent of four full stories. Spiral staircases made of steel and glass connected the different levels, which were surrounded by wide metal balconies filled with doors leading to storage rooms, forging rooms, and laboratories.
The place was an organized chaos, reflecting the hyperactive mind of a god trapped in self-imposed confinement. Exotic tools and cables strewn across the metallic floor, twisted metal parts and half-built robot shells leaned against the walls. Moving nimbly through the clutter, dozens of small, spider-like robots, enchanted with lunar energy, polished the floor, picked up stray nuts, and kept the workshop spotless.
And there, at the very back of that gigantic workshop, rested an enormous oval-framed mirror forged from dark titanium. The surface of the glass did not reflect the laboratory; instead, it emitted a constant hum and a silvery-blue glow that rippled like the surface of a turbulent lake. It was a door.
...
On the other side of the mirror, the white clouds dispersed at the presence of an intruder in the sky.
A boy, barely four years old, was floating thousands of meters above the ground. He wore a simple black tunic and baggy pants. His face, though possessing the soft, round features of a child, was marked by a thick, pale scar that crossed his right eye, giving him an icy, lethal aura. His eyes glowed an intense purple, and he held his small body suspended in the air with perfect telekinesis.
Kaiju looked down, observing the vast and endless world beneath its feet.
There were forests of dazzling emerald green, snow-capped mountain ranges piercing the clouds, and crystal-clear oceans stretching to the horizon. But it was not an empty landscape. Herds of three-tailed bovine beasts—Taurus—roamed the plains; immense birds of prey with majestic plumage—Pidgeots—soared through the lower air currents; and in the distance, the silhouette of a fire-breathing orange dragon streaked across the sky, letting out a territorial roar.
He had done it. The crushing loneliness of the last three years, the silence of his laboratory, and the paranoia of living in an unfamiliar world had pushed him to the brink of madness. To avoid going insane in his exile, the young god had channeled obscene amounts of his ocular power, using the green ability to its fullest extent and Transmutation to perfectly clone the ecosystem of his favorite video game from his past life: an entire dimensional world populated solely by wild Pokémon, designed to be his playground, his refuge, and his solace.
But even surrounded by thousands of biological wonders of his own making, a world of beasts could not replace the warmth of true intelligent companionship.
"Thermal scans indicate that populations in the volcanic zone have increased by two percent in the last three months, sir. The dimensional ecosystem remains stable."
The voice was melodious, smooth as silk, but completely lacked inflection, emotion, or warmth. It was a purely artificial voice.
Kaiju slowly turned his head to look at the figure that floated majestically beside him.
There she was. Her "Friday". Her robotic and spiritual masterpiece.
Like him, her physical body had been altered to appear the age of a young girl, designed to grow biologically alongside him. Her hair was a deep, rich, dark purple, almost black, so long and silky that it billowed majestically in the icy wind at that altitude. Her skin was as pale and flawless as fine porcelain. She wore an intricate astral gown, an impossible blend of a princess's regal elegance and futuristic armor.
It was the pinnacle of his engineering. An Artificial Intelligence that he had endowed with a physical body, modeled with obsessive precision after Yatogami Tohka, the heroine of that old anime about spirits (Date A Live).
However, upon looking into its face, the illusion of humanity crumbled. Its beautiful eyes, the color of pure amethyst, were fixed on the horizon. They were crystalline, astonishingly detailed, yet empty. Its gaze was that of a hollow doll; there was no spark of life, no wonder, no joy. Its face showed not a single muscle twitch to betray any emotion. It was a blank canvas. A hyper-advanced Artificial Intelligence housed in a synthetic body forged with lunar energy.
"Good work, Tohka," murmured the four-year-old boy, his grown-up, tired voice echoing through the wind. "Lower the humidity levels in the forest region by five percent. The Plant-types are reproducing too quickly."
"Understood, sir. Adjusting climate parameters for sector 2 immediately," Tohka replied robotically, her eyes blinking once as she mentally processed the command through the link she shared with the core of the dimension.
Kaiju stared at her in silence. A dull ache gripped his chest. He had invested months of his life, draining portions of his own spiritual energy and using countless transmuted materials, all to create her. She was his perfect assistant, the administrator of his laboratory and his personal defense network. She calculated variables, drafted blueprints with him, and ruled the dimensional Pokémon world while he slept.
But, at the end of the day, it was just that: code, mana, and algorithms.
"You're not complete yet..." Kaiju thought, extending her small, childlike hand to brush against Tohka's cold cheek. She didn't react to the touch; she simply tilted her head slightly, processing the gesture without assigning it any emotional value.
That coldness tore at his soul. In this vast multiverse, he only had her.
"I will give you a soul," he vowed to himself, his purple eyes gleaming with a dangerous, godlike determination. "I don't care what laws of this world I must break or what concept I must alter. I will make you human, Tohka. I will make you feel. I will make you real."
Unbeknownst to him, that silent promise, born from the deepest despair and genuine love of a lonely Creator for his work, was planting the seeds of what would one day become the greatest blessing of his life... and his most devastating tragedy.
"Let's return to the workshop, Tohka," Kaiju ordered, withdrawing her hand with a sigh, turning her back on the Pokémon world below them. "It's time to start training for real. The shields of Kuoh's barrier won't remain hidden forever."
—As you command, Creator —replied the purple-haired entity.
They both rose even higher, becoming two small flashes of light that pierced the clouds, straight towards the bright mirror in the sky that would return them to the monumental treehouse, leaving behind a perfect but terribly lonely world.
...
A shower of golden sparks cascaded down from the heights of the immense dimensional laboratory, bouncing harmlessly off the steel floor.
Hanging upside down from a metal beam thanks to his ocular telekinesis was Kaiju. The four-year-old boy wore absurdly large welding goggles for his small face, while his eyes glowed with an intense white light, transmuting tons of titanium, steel, and superconducting wires in real time.
Before him lay no divine weapon for slaying demons. No magical artifact for hiding from angels. What occupied the center of his gigantic workshop was an imposing, glorious, and impractical fifteen-meter-tall bipedal combat mech. It was painted in a sleek black and purple color scheme, with sharp fins, exaggerated shoulder pads, and a metal sword larger than a bus.
Why would a being capable of altering matter and cloning entire dimensions spend his time and energy building a giant robot? The answer was simple: because it was every man's dream.
A few meters away, floating gracefully with her arms crossed and an expression of utter apathy, was Tohka. Her amethyst, robotic eyes scanned the metal contraption from top to bottom.
"Mental note number 142," Tohka said aloud, her tone melodious but devoid of any emotion or sarcasm, sounding like a secretary reading an obituary. "The Creator has spent seventy-two consecutive hours assembling a bipedal assault vehicle. The structure defies multiple principles of basic aerodynamics. The power-to-weight ratio is inefficient. The shoulder pads block its own peripheral vision."
Kaiju took off his welding goggles, letting them hang from his neck, and floated down until he was level with his beautiful assistant's face.
—Tohka, my dear, pragmatic Tohka— Kaiju began, raising a chubby little finger with the air of a university professor—. You are ignoring the most important factor in the design of this machine.
"The magic shield?" she asked, blinking slowly.
"No. The 'Cool' Factor," Kaiju replied, puffing out his small chest with pride. "What good is having the power of a god if I can't pilot a damn mecha? It's the pinnacle of male romance! It's art in motion!"
—Mental note number 143—Tohka continued, unfazed. —The Creator misuses the term "romance" to justify a machine with a dangerously high center of gravity and a melee weapon that, statistically, would be useless against highly mobile flying targets. Internal suggestion: evaluate the Creator's mental health regarding his obsession with the mecha culture of his past life.
"Nobody asked you for a psychological evaluation!" Kaiju retorted, pouting childishly in a way that contrasted horribly with his adult mind. "Just watch! I'll show you it works!"
With a purple glow in its eyes, Kaiju shot upward, bursting through the open hatch in the giant robot's chest. The panels slammed shut behind it with a pressurized hiss. A second later, the mecha's optics lit up with a menacing violet light. The engines roared, rattling the windows of the adjacent laboratories.
Through the mecha's external speakers, Kaiju's voice resonated with a triumphant, metallic echo.
—Systems online! Perfect synchronization! And now, the ultimate test: the heroic draw pose!
The enormous titanium giant raised a mechanical arm, gripping the hilt of the giant sword on its back. With a jerky movement, the mecha bent its knees, attempting to mimic a heroic pose of victory.
However, Tohka was right. The center of gravity was awful.
As it bent its knees, the gigantic back thruster completely unbalanced the machine. The fifteen-meter mech lurched embarrassingly backward, its arms flailing comically in the air, like a giant metallic turtle trying not to fall onto its shell.
¡CRAASH!
The giant robot crashed down on its back with a loud bang that shook the entire dimensional tree, crushing a shelf full of spare parts and becoming ridiculously embedded against the second-floor balcony. Its mechanical legs pointed pathetically toward the ceiling, releasing sparks and black smoke.
Tohka floated slowly toward the face of the metal giant embedded in the balcony, dodging a small spider robot that was fleeing in terror from the crash site.
The chest hatch opened with a plaintive squeak, revealing a dizzy Kaiju with disheveled hair, a soot-stained face, and an expression of utter defeat.
"As I predicted, Creator," Tohka said, without a trace of sarcasm in her hollow voice. "The bipedal construct poses a structural hazard indoors. Furthermore, the 'cool pose' has compromised eighty percent of the hydraulic systems in my left leg."
Kaiju stared at the vaulted ceiling of his laboratory, then at his indifferent, perfect assistant, and sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Tell the spider robots to bring the load-bearing supports, Tohka," he muttered, completely defeated. "I'll adjust the center of gravity tomorrow. This isn't over. The romance isn't dead."
—Understood, sir. Adding "repair of the inefficient romance machine" to tomorrow's agenda —she replied, simply taking out her holographic tablet and making a note.
Record #104: The creator exhibits high levels of stress due to his childlike anatomy. He initiated a combat simulation using telekinetic energy to play with a twenty-meter dummy. I recommend increasing his ration of warm milk at dinner to calm his neural functions.
Oblivious to his companion's logical calculations, Kaiju could only grunt in frustration, but deep in his exiled heart, this small, foolish moment of comedy reminded him why he still clung to his humanity. At least, with Tohka spoiling the fun, eternity no longer seemed so lonely.
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Data Table:
Ability: Celestial Eyes
Active Abilities:
CELESTIAL IRIS: Celestial Eyes tint the irises of the eyes with different colors, each granting specific abilities. When using their full power, the user's hair color also changes, indicating their maximum power state.
Red: Specialized in combat, it increases the user's strength, stamina, energy, toughness, and speed up to a certain limit, depending on their condition.
Purple: This color grants the ability of telekinesis. (It evolves into various kinetic abilities at maximum power.)
Cyan: Elemental Creation and Control: Allows the wielder to create and control natural elements such as fire, water, earth, and air.
White: Grants the ability to manipulate light and energy at a molecular level, achieving invisibility, and to manipulate matter at a subatomic level.
Green: Grants the ability to scan and understand the workings of objects, people, and the environment. (At maximum power, more detailed information is obtained; the inside of structures can be seen, and specific data desired by the user can be discovered.)
Passive Abilities:
DIVINE ENERGY CONCEALMENT: This ability allows the wielder of the "Celestial Eyes" to conceal any type of non-human energy emanating from their body, whether divine, demonic, or of any other supernatural nature. This allows them to pass unnoticed as ordinary humans, avoiding detection by divine beings, supernatural entities, and any magical or spiritual surveillance system.
NIGHT CLAIRVOYANCE: During the night, the wielder's vision sharpens, allowing them to see more clearly in the dark and detect hidden energies or presences. This ability becomes more effective under moonlight.
CONSTANT VIGILANCE: Even when the wielder is asleep or unconscious, a part of their mind remains alert, allowing them to detect threats and react quickly to danger. This ability can prevent ambushes and surprise attacks.
LUNAR REGENERATION: During the night, the wielder experiences accelerated recovery from injuries and exhaustion. This regeneration intensifies under moonlight, allowing for the healing of serious wounds and rapid energy recovery.
LUNAR TRANSMUTATION: Allows the wielder to create divine artifacts for their allies, whether weapons, armor, shields, or other items.
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