It didn’t take long until I recovered my senses. I stretched my fingers first then clasped my hands. Next, I bent my knees and pulled my back up, unaware of the difference between that same dream and reality. I gawked around the similar occurrences of galactic images painted across the walls and a single wooden door creaking wide open.

I swallowed. I can still swallow perfectly. It may lead to death if the air jams. Before I heaved the bed, a piece of paper lightly slapped my palm and exclaimed a crumple. I grasped it and mouthed its text painted with the longing of one’s beloved agony.

> My daughter, I'm sorry I couldn’t save you. Ever since you were born, I always wanted to call you by your name. However, if you’ve read this, you already have yours now, and someone already took care of you in my place. Our destinies may cross again not as family but as my punishment. I will be waiting for you to see my end.

>

> Just a tip from the one who bestowed you my inheritable ability, you should heed this vessel. Don’t let anyone touch it.

>

> Regards,

>

> #######

The ink smudged the last part, leaving tracks of suspicious editing. If she’s referring to a vessel, I may not have the ability to regenerate. However, healing is only a factor, and this body’s state could explain why Quimora never felt pain during those years.

“Cloning,” I murmured while clasping my hand repeatedly. I pressed my lips from my beaming face and smirked. “Quimora’s sole existence was the enemy of religious morals, and I was born as the denigratory villainess. I’m elated,” I snickered and gloved my hand over my chest which resonated a beat faster than 300 BPM dubstep.

I tore the paper until every letter was halved. A familial betrayal again; Quimora should never see this.

I went out the door leading to a ladder towards a cave room filled with bookshelves. A map snared itself on the wall, presenting the route way out of the labyrinth. These moldy books offered me a grasp of the world. I mused for three days foraging for clues as I unconsciously formed a devilish plan.

In a mortar filled with ingredients, no one would think that we could use a giant piston for mashing. Once the mortar smashes the ingredients, there would be no means of escape. Would these ingredients turn flat? Or will it stay the way it is? In short terms, Project Schrodinger. For once, I commended Skade for being the most genius across the whole group of idiots.

Across these documents, I can envision the internal struggles of beliefs in this world. Gods, including the vanished Roze, are declared as Propagators in this world’s mythology. Each propagator indirectly grants every individual the abilities formed from the mana of this world. For those who are given direct ability, an Apostle was born. For I am gifted by Roze’s destructive ability, though I don’t know what that is yet, I may proclaim myself as one.

Politics are less pain-in-the-ass than these beliefs. The belief of Finality stood highly among the ranks, which states that the future can never be split, and the choices we make are all illusions. Serenity, the belief in the order of things, laws, and regulations, followed next. The believers of Ambivalence fall third through their belief in the causality of natural phenomena.

Though they’re just beliefs, the propagators have internal conflicts as well. This is more of a reason why the belief in Entropy perished in existence and became forbidden the moment Roze was proclaimed dead.

Enough with the books! In these three days, the information I had still lacked my curiosity. It would be convenient if I had the internet here. However, I already formulated a plan on how we can grind pigs within a single box.

With my real mother leaving a document on how to use my ability, I pulled an imaginary joint in my left wrist, which caused some of my energy to be sucked out. I’m not a masochist, but the pain is worth it. A body copy formulated to where I point my index finger. The document also handed me important information that I can traverse across bodies.

If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

With the main vessel left unharmed, so as its copies. It made sense to me that I needed to keep this body away from threats as much as possible. If I only had the technology, I could send this to the moon.

On the fourth day, I left the cave by recollecting the image of the map route. I covered my dim-exposed eyes the moment the Sun shot its rays to my pale face. My crimson hair that weaves down my waist never experienced a full-bloom shine before. Brightness surrounded me that I forgot I didn’t have the option to turn Bloom off.

At the trees nearby, a swarm of blue-petalled flamelike flowers congratulated my freedom. As per the books, the Azure Wisdom Azalea may leave an enchanting scent of a rich man’s perfume. Once used as an ingredient, its fumes can enlarge alveoli more than necessary, forging a bomb through the lungs until it explodes. It’s an internal hand grenade.

“Enchanting as it may be, just like Quimora’s life. A devil’s urge emerges after being scored 0-13 against smurfs. Moreover, seeing these blue butts, I think I stood in the center of the Dark Lair Forest. Hmph! A befitting name to its tenants,” I grinned.

I raised my palm and gazed at my stretched shadow formulated from a hypotenuse of two and something meters in between. “It’s 8:36 AM. What’s for breakfast? Or should I make a watch first?”

I examined my body, slashing an inch of a wound at my arm with a broken twig. I thought it would regenerate through rapid formations of clots, but only the skin covered itself gradually within a minute. Since this is a clone, what Quimora suffered before was never physical but purely psychological.

“I’m also not hungry as long as the main vessel is satisfied. However, I can still make mukbang ASMRs for fanservice. Who can I show that to?”

For the last test, I’m urged to trigger another imaginary joint on my right palm, a new ability that can destroy this world as per Roze. I can also feel some adjustables connected to these joints, which I can control with my mind. Having a magical ability feels like I’m a newborn cyborg made from experimentation, an X-man.

Unsure of how destructive this can trigger, I adjust the power to the minimum setting. I expect it to be a projectile-like ability; a ray gun like Mikoto would be nice. I traveled through the forest to look for mobs to grind. Luckily, a group of cat-eared wolves standing on two legs surrounded me. Their tongue stuck down the longest, expressing their week-worth of hunger.

“Wolves? Cat-eared? I can’t believe some messed-up AI-generated creature would be brought up to the grave,” I pinched my cheek. However, I’m already in reality. Also, I felt no pain. I grinned and wheezed, “Buddy Holly, I never felt so warm from elation before. Sorry, mother nature, I might wet myself.”

The pack of wolves rushed at me with full intent of violence. Before they stained my beautiful body, I pointed my palm at them, pulling the trigger in my brain while excreting a small portion of my physical energy. “I love pets. However, I’m quite busy right now.”

I laughed… maniacally, expecting that a high-temperature laser beam would emit to where I’m pointing at. However, it became inconvenient that I summoned an eternally dark mothball-sized sphere instead, surrounded by a fiery outline that formed an orbit like Saturn. Even with the assistance of the sun’s rays, the light doesn't pass through it.

My die-hard giggling turned to a question as my satisfaction and pride were completely overtaken by doubt and confusion. “What!?”

In a mere lightyear compressed within a second, I, the wolves, and the environment I’m standing in were completely eaten by this piece of virtual room crap. I fell into a never-ending void surrounded by darkness, and the only picture I could see was the flat panoramic view of the destroyed place. The scenery and I compressed thinner hastily until we turned to a single line of pasta that vanished without a trace.

As darkness overtook my existence, I unfolded my eyes to the room of galactic-painted walls and rasped my breaths. My eyes bulged, couldn’t blink. Even without my hand, I can discern my chest throbbing as I hyperventilate. I rushed to the book room to drink and splash water on my head to calm my nerves. “This thrill… It’s a better ride than being chased by clowns from a running roller coaster.”

I’m still alive. However, I don’t know how this privilege will end. I stared at my right palm and sighed, “In a single breath, I can erase everything in existence. If I used this recklessly, this fantasy story would become Sci-Fi. I can’t let Roze take her lead to puppetize me.”

I don’t need to destroy the world. I need answers. My wish, my existence in this world, I’m wandering towards the unknown. Yet I feel no fear, as I died multiple times before.

I transferred my soul to a new clone and went to the place where I met the wolves. However, I only spotted a perfectly shaped crater with a diameter of 20 meters and completely nothing within.

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. “Don’t make people become a tool for your revenge, Roze.”