Chapter 12 — Destroyed Soul
"Nameless," the God of Destruction said slowly, his eyes sharp, "you are a genius. You understand what the word genius means, right?"
Nameless smiled faintly.
"I think you're wrong," he replied. "I'm not a genius. I'm more than a genius."
The God of Destruction nodded once.
"Fine."
He took a step forward.
"Then tell me this. Even after seeing these dreams, these repeating scenes, you still couldn't understand why they are happening?"
"I understand completely," Nameless said without hesitation. "These are life cycles. In those lives, I died without completing something. That's why I'm seeing them again—to enter those lives as a god and fix what I failed to do."
The God of Destruction shook his head.
"That is not how the laws of the world work. You can't dream of another world without a connection."
"I think you forgot," Nameless said calmly, "that girl is my connection."
"She is not," the God of Destruction replied.
Nameless froze.
"The connection," he continued, "is you."
Nameless's mind collapsed into chaos.
"What? What—what—what? Me? I'm the connection? That doesn't make sense. How? Why?"
The God of Destruction watched him quietly, then spoke again.
"Do you remember the battle with one of your enemies? The Illusion King."
Nameless's expression darkened.
"Yes. I remember."
"He used one of the most dangerous techniques in existence," the God of Destruction said. "A technique that destroys the soul itself."
"…Yes," Nameless whispered. "My soul was destroyed."
"And yet," the God of Destruction continued, "you came back. Alive. Complete. No one understood how. Not even you."
Nameless clenched his fists.
He remembered the fight.
He remembered the moment his soul shattered.
But what came after that—there was nothing. No pain. No darkness. Just a gap. A missing piece of existence.
"I don't remember what happened between those moments," Nameless said slowly. "Between destruction and return."
The God of Destruction's voice dropped.
"That time," he said, "is what you are seeing now."
Nameless looked up.
"The dreams. The worlds. The lives you think are visions."
He paused.
"That is the time when your soul was destroyed."
The space around them fell silent.
"I believe," the God of Destruction said, "your soul never fully returned."
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