History of the Diary long disappeared from the mind of a lot of beings. There had been no news on The Ones in the grand world that was the Central Region of the Universe. Only certain individuals kept their records, but that was about that.

From one reason to another, The Ones found it harder and harder to deal with the direction of their treasure. They already forgot who was the first one to ever write into it and even who made the first rules. It kept shaking them up until they left it in the possession of someone who would keep it in one place. It would for sure remain there for all eternity, was what they thought. A little dragon named Cendirr had certain businesses going for tens of thousands of years, so he was a good way to store it.

A promise which was kept in history, and a certain dragon who met a boy on the brink of death, would leave an everlasting point in time. It was a beginning when no one could predict what could happen next. The prerequisite of their fate was an unknown history and strings that were in hands of certain beings.

A prisoner named 36 was at the moment, flabbergasted and hesitant to move as he appeared from his last disappearance from this space. Something in front of him shocked him. Scared him to his very core.

The door from his room was wide open. The empty wall of the hallway was visible to his vision. That in itself was normal as it was. It was a door, after all. A place that was meant to open.

He only got back from talking to Allan and Sarey in the real world.

“W-what the fuck!?” He blurted out.

Yet, there was nothing else. No one was in the room and nothing changed as well. Just emptiness and silence with the table that was the same and even the scrolls were left in the same position. But he could feel something. His senses told him not to go further. Although as the soul form, he still had a sense of danger. He was still an Immortal. A cultivator with a clear head and power. For the most part...

This was a different feeling, something from his soul was calling his attention. Be it good or not...

“No. No. No. Shut up!” he shouted and panicked. Floating into the doorway and before having a chance to pull his head outside, he froze. An invisible gust of attack flew a few centimeters before his face, hitting the wall and door in a swift motion.

“S-shit!”

36 clenched his fists and slammed the door shut with his hands. This was a risk... something that he had to do.

He felt like he went from the brink of death. If he could sweat, there was no question he would not be drenched.

“W-what sort of thing was it? Does... Does something wants my life?”

Thud!

The sound of something hitting the door alerted 36, who tried the door to remain closed. It opened inside, so he could stop it from opening up as long as he could.

Yet, the wall trembled, and the door pushed 36's ghost body away from the door as it opened up.

“Is this my end?” He shrieks inside his mind as he flew away. Stopping midair on the other side of the room, he watched what it was. There was still nothing in the door.

His deep unwillingness to retain his speck of life resurfaced in his mind. There was no way he wanted to stop his life! By force or willingness, when one fell into such situations, one would feel things that were hiding within oneself. Their true appearance would come forth.

36 remained with his twisted expression of fear, shock, and unwillingness. Right now, he was a weak life form what could cease to exist by any form of energy attack. That strike, he did not know what it was.

“Is.. is it coming inside? W-what sort of crap is this? This should be a safe space! That woman... is this what she meant? Am I a mistake that needs a correction? More like... they want me death... or gone.”

Moments passed.

Silence.

Utter silence.

36 could feel some strange aura coming from outside the door, but no person or something tangible. A death's feeling...

Steps appeared amidst the painful silence. The pressure that 36 felt was indescribable as a woman appeared in the corner. Not stepping into his room, she bowed with an uncomfortable and stern face. It was someone he has never seen before.

“Prisoner number 36. It seems you are a man of great convictions. For you to want to get away and gain your freedom is understandable. The door was open for you, yet you were unwilling to leave. What does it make you?” Her calm voice spoke and 36 stared at her appearance.

These words. They were like an invitation from a spider. The aura of death he felt was coming from this woman.

“H-her eyes!?” 36 cried in his mind.

They were charcoal black. Even apart across her eyebrows and nose was shrouded in shadows of a distinct feeling of energy undulation. Black hair added a malicious aura to her and not even her deep black robe let her seem different at all. Though, her pale skin made a contrast with a distinct feeling about her.

“Not saying anything? I guess the word coward was supposed to be spoken by you.” She added with the same expression.

“W-who are you?” 36 forced himself to speak up.

“I am a guard and you were a mistake, 36. My predecessor made a fatal mistake, which ended on myself now. What does it make me feel? Can you even imagine that?” Her voice shrieked with calm anger. Her hands clenched the sides of her robe as she stared at the ghost before her with the utmost killing intent.

“Nothing. I have nothing to say to you.” 36 uttered in a weak and awkward tone.

“Clever bastard. Do you think you are safe here? Once the masters will get hold of this mess, don't think you will live ever again.”

“So "they" don't know it yet? Excellent!” 36 all of a sudden changed his tone to calmness. It was hard to assume if this was a play of his ploy or his... true demeanor. Only he knew the answer.

Women scowled at this man. Very unhappy that she failed to get rid of this problem in one quick motion.

“One try. Just one try to solve it and I failed...” she complained in her mind. She knew very well what sort of being was in front of her. There was no way for her to overrule the restrictions placed inside this ship or this invisible barrier that was before her face. Right in the middle of the entrance of the door, she can't walk inside because of the rules set in place.

“Enjoy the bit of time you were given, mister Mistake.” She said as if shooting venom from her words. Turning around, the woman's steps kept going away with no further trouble.

“She left? Huh...” 36 could at last rest his mind. Watching the sudden intruder convinced him he was safe in this space. Although, he had a hunch that there was a feasible way to get away from the hold of this ship. Her words... getting out on his own?

There was no way he didn't spend at least a few days wondering about such a possibility. Of course, he would rather leave on his own than worry about methods of training a freaking mortal.

Walking outside was the first step. After that, was unquestionable danger. Yet the thrilling possibility of freedom entered his mind not only twice or thrice. That single problem was the cause of his near demise right now when he was inclined to flee through the door.

Alas, he was able to refrain from doing so, and he was glad he did so.

Floating to the door to shut it up, 36 was unwilling to let it be open. There was no way he could keep his calm with the potential danger that was that woman.

As he was forcing his hand to shut the door, something grabbed him. It tore apart the restrictive spell and, with a light that he could see, it forced 36 through the open door.

“N-no! Y-you?!” he shouted as something clinched his whole being.

36 managed to see an indistinct figure of something intangible to his current standards. Like a being of unreal matter, naked to an eye, but a visible sizzle around the arm made features of the being noticeable. That is the special technique of that woman.

“Spectral! Fuck.” 36 panicked even further as the hand that quenched him was lit in a strange swirl of flame and some form of energy.

The scorched patch of that hand, which grabbed him, disappeared from that light and let 36 free.

Laughter echoed from the hallway. “In the end, you were willing. Very good.”

Women materialized from the hallway. A dozen meters before the door. Her arm was disappearing into dust amidst the scorching mark that was the barrier she wasn't supposed to touch.

“Y-you madwomen! You will die!”

“No. Before I will turn your soul to nothingness, there is nothing which can stop me.” She said with a smile that was full of confidence and murder.

“F-fuck you!” 36 tried to fly back inside, but the aura was back in his vision. An inconceivable attack entered his vision as he backed away further into the hallway instead. Otherwise, the spectral hands that he now saw would tear him apart.

The woman, with a twisted expression this time, felt quite good about herself. Around her whole being was materialized hands from her aura. It was energy known as Spectral. A type that was forced upon the dying immortal, and made for herself.

She ignored the rules and grabbed him from inside for her advantage. By extension of her deal, she now had a mark of death. The strict rules of the barrier that was eating her arm were not something she could go against.

Although, 36 was like a fly at the moment. Ready to be massacred.

Seeing his panicked expression, she couldn't help but sneer.

Step by step she was walking to 36.

“Y-you... are forcing me.” 36 flew backward. By his luck, he was in a good spot to float away in the hallway that had a staircase further in his direction.

But in what way it could help him? He didn't know the way out. If there was even any.

“Run away. Come on. Freedom is before your steps.” The mocking voice of that woman sounded from behind him.

“Curse you!”

Swoosh!

“Oh. Such melodramatic cry.”

Like a wave, 36's lower body was twisted from a sudden attack of the swirling claw of the Spectral. He had no way to dodge in this narrow environment, but even if he did, he was only a soul at the moment.

“Come on. Fight to the bitter end. Isn't it fitting for us demonic cultivators? Make us proud!” she moaned in a shrill voice.

36 stopped from the impact on his soul. Although he felt no physical pain, the way his current body acted was even worse if he was sliced in the reality. His part of the lower body was twisting in the layers of his soul matter and disappeared.

“Hahaha” 36 instead, then crying laughed as if he heard the most hilarious joke. Perhaps he did, as he heard a sudden call of something.

“What is so funny? Tell me.” Women walked at his side. Watching the last moment of this man from above his sorry soul, who overstepped his fate. She was a punisher of heaven itself. That was at least what she felt at this moment.

“Y-you are so damn funny, you disgusting woman! Do you think I am someone who needs any words before my death? You are more twisted than I will ever be.”

“How brave of you. If that is the case, I won't be hearing your last words.”

“You won't manage to hear them, bitch.” 36 mocking smiles entered the women's eyes as his sneer was obvious fuel to her angry face.

“Die then.”

Swoosh.

Her only hand that had a swelling motion of dark energy into a claw cleaved into his being. It entered emptiness, which was left amidst a sudden light.

“What!?”

“Farewell.” 36 said as his vision of his soul disappeared from this spot.

“No!” Women shouted as she attacked again.

There was no one before her any longer as she tore the wood apart with dozens of twisting, spectral claws, and her real hand.

She stood there with an ashen face, as there was nothing in front of her. Fate was not that kind to her, and she knew it. After all, the only one who was her own demise was herself. It was hard to guess that the light she was unaware of entered the hallway from 36's room. Time was a strange thing. It saved him in a time of need.

“Oh, well... fuck the world, I guess.” Women muttered as she looked at her declining arm. She grabbed her shoulder, which was also turning into nothingness, and twisted it.

Pulling a part of her shoulder with her arm was no big deal. The bone, blood, and flesh were only part of her. She held much higher power than a flesh anyway. This was one way to end this curse. Blood dripped from her wound, but it was hardly something uncomfortable for her.

The loss of the arm was worth it to end her potential death, but she failed because of her overconfidence. Killing a soul was too easy for her, but playing with a sorry prey was her mad habit.

She looked at the disappearing arm she tossed to the ground with a calm look. As if she was looking at something of no interest, her eyes remained without emotions in their deep darkness.

Light enveloped the last piece of her former flesh. She was a human being who was from another part of The One's agenda. Still a prisoner, but the kind who had some freedom. They would work for them, for their sins. That is what "their" reasoning was.

Yet, it did not end with this, of course. A strand of energy emerged from the residual force which almost destroyed her life.

Forming into a mouth of twisting dark energy, it spoke to her in a strange voice of no living being.

“Prisoner and minor officer number 12. The punishment is near.”

“Rule number 18. Minor officers are prohibited from dealing with prisoner's ways.”

“Rule number 30. In case of force or betrayal, officers can be dealt with as the rules see fit.”

“Rule number 31. Failure and reasons depend on the additional rule-set. You've been forceful. According to Rule 35, it does not cease your punishment. Overstepping your boundaries as the minor officer and dealing as you see fit for no reason was against the rules.”

“Rule 27, reaching inside the forbidden region by minor officers. Punishment is death. Fate is The One and only.”

Mouth talked in a monotone voice, which left a solemn and utter void on the woman's face. She would rather twist this swirling mouth into oblivion, as she could curse her own bad habit.