Chapter 1: Outside of Paradise

October 16, 2019 a.d.

For a moment, let's journey to a different place of wonder. Far away from our familiar world lies the heart of Heaven’s domain, known as Eden. This breathtaking paradise features a hemispherical sky, intricately woven with galaxies and stars in every conceivable space. It resembles a three-dimensional rainbow sprinkled with glitter, on a two-dimensional canvas. Below, a solitary island sits, surrounded by harlequin green cumulus clouds that mimic a sea. At the center of this lush retreat is a bedroom, perfectly positioned at the nexus of multiple universes.

The master of this extraordinary domain is a unique entity, a perfect fusion of feminine and masculine energy. This being stands at an impressive 10 feet tall, an androgynous embodiment of magical power, blending conceptual strength and beauty. Humanoid in shape, their skin mirrors the ocean, fading from sunlight into a dark void at the base of their stiletto heels.

"Hmmm... Interesting," they murmured to themselves, gazing at the window in front of them.

"Terrible results... This won't do."

"I’ll never win our wager like this," they added, their frustration evident.

The proprietor fell back onto a grand bed, contemplating the unsatisfactory results. As the sheets caved around them, defining their curves, a quick mental notification about a special death made a grin spread across their previously concerned face.

It was at that time, I found myself sinking into an abyss of darkness. It felt as if I was underwater, but there was no sensation of my body breathing. I couldn't move any limbs... I couldn't see anything. I wanted to panic, but I just couldn't. I wanted to feel scared at the idea that I was just killed, but no anxiety could be found. No matter what thought crossed my mind, I only felt at peace. Death honestly wasn't bad at all.

"I guess we messed up..." I sighed, feeling a hidden relief. For the first time I could remember, I felt at peace, liberated. But before I could delve deeper into this sensation, Xi and Wolfie surged to the forefront of my consciousness.

Wolfie (within): "That felt like an abrupt ending."

"No, that was a bullshit ending. Let's be real." Xi's words fell from my mouth, laden with frustration, dissolving into the nothingness before me.

For the first time, I could clearly understand their feelings within me. Usually, we were so indifferent about everything that truly comprehending them felt impossible. It was as if a static wall stood between us whenever I tried to grasp their emotions. But now, that barrier was gone. Instead, I could feel Xi's disappointment and Wolfie's regret. I couldn't believe it; I felt complete and whole. For the first time, we felt like one person moving in a single direction. But this... this was the end of the road.

As I tumbled through the endless void, a profound shift occurred. The anxiety and uncertainty that had just quickly gripped me, dissolved, replaced by a soothing warmth emanating from deep within. The concerns about my rent, an unexpected child, a failed record deal, a burglarized home, and even my own mortality vanished into the enveloping darkness. In their place was a surprising sense of tranquility. True peace. But just as I began to embrace this newfound nirvana, the descent suddenly stopped.

"So this is what you turned out to be?" I heard whispered out of the shadows.

"For such a clustered spirit, I thought you'd be taller." The voice, heavy with cosmic weight, enveloped me. Though I felt no air, each word vibrated through my being.

Searching for the source, I noticed the darkness lifting, revealing a breathtaking prismatic sky. As the sensation from my fingertips yielded, the need to breathe didn't. Slowly after, I could finally feel the ground beneath to stand on.

"Ok... what the fuck was that? Where the hell are we?" Xi uttered as I looked around.

I stood in a dimly lit bedroom, where the soft, milky white of an enormous bed contrasted sharply with the enveloping shadows. The air was cool and still, heavy with a tension that seemed to cling to my skin. A prickle of unease crept up my spine, heightening my senses.

I spun around suddenly, my heart pounding in my chest. Before I could react, I was confronted by an overwhelming sight: two pairs of breasts pressing intimately close to my face. The warmth of her skin brushed against my cheeks, her overwhelming size and closeness disorienting me. I realized I was craning my neck to look up, my gaze caught by those ample curves, each one more immense than my head.

The figure towered over me, her breath warm against my skin, creating a strange mix of fear and fascination. Her body was a masterpiece of voluptuousness, her curves impossibly exaggerated, with four breasts, each perfectly heart-shaped, stacked in pairs. Every movement made her skin ripple with a sensuous allure that was almost hypnotic.

My eyes wandered further down, catching sight of her hooved feet, elegantly shaped like high heels, adding an eerie yet captivating detail to her already surreal form. And then, there was her genitalia—a feature that no ordinary man could rival, a length that was impossible as not enough blood existed in the human body to use it.

"Once you've had your fill of staring, we can discuss why I summoned you, little vessel," she said, her voice a seductive purr that pulled me from my stunned silence.

"Who are you?" I asked, though my voice betrayed a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"More importantly, what is she? Could she be a devil?" Xi's voice echoed in my mind, calm and analytical.

"I don't think she's a woman at all. You handle this one, Xi." Wolfie's thoughts came through, tinged with his usual impulsiveness.

"We need to understand our situation first," I thought, trying to steady my focus.

But as I looked around, my thoughts once again drifted. The bedroom was like a dream—walls shimmering with an iridescent glow, casting delicate, shifting patterns that danced across the room. The air was filled with a faint, ambient hum, like distant chimes of celestial bells, creating an ethereal atmosphere. A gentle breeze, cool and soothing, carried the scent of fresh rain and blooming flowers, making the space feel alive; as if it was breathing alongside me.

I was lost in amazement, my eyes darting around the room, trying to take in every detail to distract myself from the overwhelming presence nearby. The plush, velvet carpet beneath my feet was sinfully soft, a stark contrast to the surreal beauty of the room. But no matter where I looked, my gaze kept drifting back to the lewd, nude being standing far too close, her presence almost suffocating in such an enchanting setting. Her proximity sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel an unwelcome arousal stirring deep within me.

The bedroom owner whispered, her voice rich and commanding, like a king who knew his power. “The 'where you are' is an easy question to answer. This is the center of Eden.” Her words sent a ripple of confusion through me. Could she hear my thoughts? I stole glances at her, careful not to make eye contact.

Her body was the epitome of desire, sculpted to perfection like some divine being. Though her face bore a blend of masculine and feminine traits, I couldn't help but marvel at her strong, chiseled jawline. She was captivating, her presence demanding attention—and her horse-long penis certainly didn’t diminish that.

“You also stand in my bedroom, so feel special,” she purred, taking a seat in a chair across from me. “I don’t usually bring souls here.”

I tried to keep my cool, even as my pulse quickened. “Look, I know I'm promiscuous and all, but I ain’t never fucked a girl with four titties before... and what the hell is that between your legs?”

She tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “I’m whatever you want me to be,” she replied, her voice now laced with a soft, feminine seduction.

I couldn’t help but scoff, though the heat in my face betrayed me. “What I want doesn’t have a dick,” Wolfie shot back, my voice carrying an edge of distaste for her masculine attributes.

She chuckled a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t be so boring. You’re already dead; you should live a little. You might like it,” she teased, her words dripping with dark amusement. She watched me with eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, clearly enjoying my internal struggle.

Her voice lowered, rich with insinuation. “I’m sure I remember you watching those Futanari videos, right? Then it’s no different.”

My heart skipped a beat, my mind reeling. “The hell!” I blurted out, half in disbelief, half in panic.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “I’ll even let you be the dominant one,” she whispered, her voice a silken promise. “I can give myself a vagina just as easily as I can change my look.” She giggled softly, her laugh like the chime of a bell as she bent over in front of me, her newly formed vagina practically brushing my nose. The intoxicating fragrance of vanilla and jasmine wafted over me, wrapping around me like a lover's embrace. It was a scent that both calmed and seduced, making my mind foggy and my pulse race.

“Can we start with the important shit first before you make me eat you out, like who are you?” I demanded, trying to regain control as Xi took over, my voice shifting with the change in consciousness.

I knew it must have sounded strange, but I didn’t care. The constant changes in my vocal tones were a side effect of whenever Xi or Wolfie took control, altering not just my thoughts but my voice as well.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with interest. “Oh? So now I’ve got your attention?” Her lips curled into a wicked smile.

“Hmm. I would have preferred your erection like before, but this will do.” She seemed pleased, her gaze flicking to my crotch before returning to my eyes, as if measuring the effect she had on me.

“Stop fucking around!” I snapped, Xi's patience wearing thin. Her amusement was getting under my skin, and I could feel my anger simmering just beneath the surface.

She sighed, but the smile never left her lips. “You are quite the demanding one, my little shit booger. Well, at least part of you is.” She tilted her head, her gaze softening slightly.

“You call yourself Xiro now, correct?” She asked as she moved to the edge of her bed, crossing her legs gracefully, reclaiming the room's authority.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I muttered, feeling the weight of her gaze on me.

“Well,” she began, her voice suddenly serious, “I am what you might call The Creator. The deity you thought didn’t exist.” She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in. “I constructed your universe and shaped your soul.”

As her words sank in, I felt a strange warmth on my shoulder, causing me to flinch. I turned to find her looming over me, her presence now towering, almost suffocating. Her proximity was unnerving, like being cornered by a predator. The air around me grew thick and oppressive; as if she were everywhere and nowhere at once. My skin prickled with unease, and my heart pounded in my chest, echoing the confusion and fear gnawing at my nerves. She wasn’t in front of me anymore, and the realization sent a cold wave of anxiety crashing over me. What was she? And why couldn’t I get a read on her?

Just as the unease began to settle, a jarring sensation struck me: I could swear I felt her body pressing against my back, but it was only a single pair of breasts, not the multiple sources of the disorienting touch I’d anticipated. The dissonance between what I felt and what I saw heightened my anxiety, leaving me tangled in a web of frustration and confusion.

"It looks like Death finally found you. I had him chase you for a while but you kept surviving." She placed her hands firmly on my shoulders. "Don't take it personally, but I needed your soul back before it was too late."

"The fuck do you mean you needed my soul back?" Xi lashed out at her. "As if I'd agree to that shit. I don't even know what that would do to my existence, and I'm trying to see more of this afterlife shit."

The Creator glided gracefully back to the edge of her bed, her every movement imbued with an otherworldly fluidity. As she approached, the soft rustling of her ethereal raven-colored hair created a delicate, almost musical whisper that filled the space around her. Her gaze was both penetrating and distant; as if her eyes were piercing through my very essence rather than merely observing me.

Her eyes, with irises like kaleidoscopes, held an entrancing array of colors that shifted and danced with every subtle movement. Gazing into them was like peering into a cosmic tapestry where vibrant hues of blues, purples, and reds swirled together in a mesmerizing pattern. The kaleidoscopic effect made it seem as though their eyes were alive, constantly changing and reflecting a universe's infinite beauty.

She lowered herself onto the bed, the snow-white fabric beneath her yielding with a soft sigh. The bed's pristine surface shimmered faintly, reflecting the ambient light in a way that cast a serene glow around her, sharply contrasting with the intensity of her smirk.

"The Creator" leaned back slightly, her eyes narrowing with interest. "Interesting. I was certain that would awaken your passion beast, but it seems Xi is the strongest persona within you."

With Wolfie’s boldness pushing through, I replied with a smirk of my own. "Well, I'm still not sure if you're a woman. Until that's clear, I'm not interested in breeding you."

A moment of silence followed, the atmosphere thickening as if the very fabric of reality had paused. The tension was palpable, the stillness only broken by the faint hum of distant stars and the subtle rustling of her garments. Then, her laughter rang out—a rich, melodic sound that filled the room with warmth, dissolving the earlier tension.

"You're quite candid, unapologetically so," she said, her laughter subsiding as she studied him. "But which persona is truly you?"

My thoughts churned with confusion and a hint of desperation. "This has to be a dream, right?"

Wolfie’s voice cut through with his thoughts. "We always end up in these wild dreams after smoking KJ’s weed. Talking about some damn Zaza..."

Without warning, The Creator raised her left hand and snapped her fingers. A sudden, profound silence enveloped me, cutting off the usual cacophony of voices that filled my mind. It was as if the world itself had been muted, leaving behind an eerie, yet soothing stillness.

In this newfound quiet, I felt a strange solitude, a solitary presence without the usual internal dialogue. The fog that often clouded my thoughts had lifted, replaced by a clarity I hadn't experienced in life. There was an unexpected sense of lightness, a feeling of freedom that was both unsettling and exhilarating.

The voices didn’t feel absent but rather integrated. It was as if my thoughts and feelings had synchronized into a single, harmonious flow. The transition was so seamless that, for a moment, I almost didn’t notice their silence. This internal unity felt like a return to a version of myself that had never been seen.

"Huh, what in the world?" I muttered, disoriented. "Why can't I hear them?"

The Creator's gaze sharpened, piercing through me. "You seem more unsettled without their influence. Unlike the other two, I sense no lust for life from you." Her words cut deep, as if she were reading the pages of my soul.

My thoughts spiraled inward, a blend of annoyance and vexation simmering within me. Life had become a relentless grind, each day an exhausting cycle of struggles and disappointments. The endless frustrations had worn me down, leaving me weary and disillusioned. Without the other two personalities to save me from the mundane, I felt the weight of existence pressing down on me, a constant reminder of the banality I was forced to endure.

Yet here, in the cold embrace of nothingness, I discovered a peculiar sense of solace. The emptiness was devoid of life's incessant demands, a stark contrast to the chaos we had grown accustomed to. The chill of the void was oddly comforting, a sharp clarity that cut through the fog of his discontent. In this desolate space, free from the burdens of existence, I felt a newfound joy, a quiet liberation that I had never known before. The cold seeped into our bones, numbing the remnants of my frustration, and for the first time in a long while, I felt at true peace. With that reflection understood, I answered her.

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"I mean, we died. I'm dead, right? I had been gave up on that living shit. You've been watching my life, right? You put me down that shitty life path and wondered why I didn't want to complete it? You know I tried to commit suicide but Xi & Wolfie were created as a result of you probably stopping that. Before them, I had no direction. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't even know who I was. I wanted to be what everyone else wanted me to be and that life wasn't worth living. I'm shocked we actually died this time. I guess Xi can't win them all."

The cold of anxiety gripped me with an icy, suffocating weight that felt like a tangible force tightening around my chest. The air seemed to grow thick and heavy, pressing down on me with an almost physical pressure. Her immense presence felt as if it were an all-encompassing shadow, wrapping around me and seeping into every corner of my being. The very space around me seemed to pulse with her authority, making the silence between us feel like a vast, oppressive void.

Despite the overwhelming terror, confronting her brought a strange, bittersweet relief. I finally voiced the frustrations that had festered inside me for so long. Each word felt like a release, unburdening me from years of pent-up anguish and betrayal. Confronting her was cathartic, like shedding a heavy, unseen load that had been pressing on me for too long.

I didn’t want to meet her eyes, fearing the raw vulnerability that came with this moment. But even as the fear threatened to overwhelm me, I felt Xi’s presence deep within, like an inner force pushing me to face her. It was as if an invisible hand lifted my head, compelling me to look at her despite the paralyzing dread that clung to me. Her eyes, when I finally met them, seemed to hold a universe of unfathomable depths, reflecting the turmoil and resolution I felt in my soul.

“Does that euphoria feel refreshing?” she asked, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Although, you chose your path. If I had intervened, you wouldn’t be as strong as you are now—spiritually or mentally.”

I could barely comprehend her words as she continued, “I admit, I drained your cell phone’s battery to make sure you walked into the house before the thieves left. I needed to kill you before you could adapt and find a way to win.”

Her casual admission hit me like a punch in the gut. “What do you mean, would have adapted and found a way to win?” I demanded, frustration bubbling up inside me.

“You haven’t noticed how, when Xi and Wolfie awakened within you, you began to conquer any adversity that came your way? Enhancing your body in moments, subconsciously sharpening your flaws. They were prototype Vessel Skills I created—one based on exaggerating the Ego, the other on an embellished Id. It’s fascinating to see that skills can evolve without mana, as long as the soul is strong enough.”

She went on, her tone almost clinical, as if discussing some abstract experiment. “When I originally crafted your soul, I stripped away those elements, leaving only a Superego to mature. I exaggerated your moral integrity but removed your ability to navigate life’s complexities and instinctual drives.”

“Wait, so you mentally handicapped me? The fuck?” The realization made my blood boil. It felt like a slap in the face, and I could feel the anger rising in my chest, my fists clenching involuntarily.

“Mortal souls are connected to their mind-space through the brain,” she explained, her tone calm as if she was merely stating facts. “The spirit of a being is limited by the mind and often never accesses a soul’s full potential—usually for safety, as too much power can destroy a soul. But a soul reaches deity heights when it gains its awakening and ascension. And your soul is far from normal.”

She continued, as if oblivious to the turmoil boiling within me, “I fused what is essentially three broken souls into one because your Sonata Soul Core provides the power and potential behind your growth. A normal soul can reach godlike levels, giving it more control and manipulation of the Realm System that each universe runs for its existence to happen. But your Sonata Soul Core’s potential spans the omniverse.”

The absurdity of it all was too much to bear. “Am I a joke to you?” I asked, my voice tinged with bitterness. The unfairness of it made my blood boil. “It’s bad enough you stitched three broken souls together just to see if we would work. But now you’re telling me I have some damn spirit crystal ball inside me that can make me a Multiversal God after I’ve already been shot and killed?”

My pulse quickened, my heart pounding in my chest. The unfairness of it all was too much to bear. My vision blurred slightly as tears of frustration threatened to spill, but I held them back, my fists clenched in anger, nails digging into my palms.

"Is this your idea of fucking humor?" I demanded, my voice cracking with emotion. I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead, the sheer absurdity of the situation was almost too much to comprehend. "Cause bitch I'm not laughing." I spat out, my mouth dry and my throat tight.

The frustration, the anger, and the sheer sense of betrayal all mixed into a bitter cocktail of emotions. I glared, eyes burning with rage and disbelief, waiting for some kind of explanation that could make sense of the madness.

"What, you don't like experiments? Be glad you aren't truly 'Worthless', or we wouldn't be having this conversation?"

"Did you just call me a Nigger?" I disputed, but she swiftly ignored it.

The outlandishness of my reply brought me back to a cool head. Laughing at my own jokes has always been a pinch of happy moments for me. The tension in my muscles eased, and I could feel a sense of calm wash over me.

The Creator’s kaleidoscopic eyes seemed to pierce through my very essence, scrutinizing every corner of my fractured soul. Her gaze was both invasive and oddly comforting, as if she was unearthing secrets I hadn't even known were there. I could almost feel the subtle probing, each fragment of my being laid bare under her meticulous scrutiny.

“The dominant personality is emerging,” The Creator observed, her voice a calm ripple in the storm of my thoughts. Despite the gravity of her words, there was a serene quality to her tone that put me at uneasy ease. "I’m not surprised it’s the Ego. Your willpower could never be replicated."

As she spoke, I sensed her watching every twitch, every shift in my expression. It felt like she was cataloging my responses, filing them away for some future reference. Oddly enough, the intensity of her examination didn’t unnerve me. Instead, it brought a strange calm, like a storm settling into stillness.

Her words settled over me like a weight, and for the first time, I felt something close to acceptance. The chaos that had been my existence—the fusion of our souls—suddenly seemed to have a twisted logic to it. For the first time in a long time, a spark of hope ignited within me, a flicker of understanding that maybe, just maybe, there was a purpose behind all this madness.

Wolfie stirred within me, the faint murmur of his irreverent thoughts breaking through the silence. "What the fuck? Is this chick for real? She’s one crazy-ass science nerd."

I stifled a laugh, my expression remaining neutral as I addressed The Creator. “So, you’re saying all this time I’ve been nothing more than a lab rat in some cosmic experiment? And now you want me to keep playing along?”

She met my sarcasm with a gentle smile, unperturbed by my challenge. “What if I told you that you’re not just a subject, but a pivotal part of something much greater? What if I offered you another chance at life—one without what you perceive as a mental illness?”

Wolfie’s scoff echoed in my head, but Xi’s voice cut through, more measured, more thoughtful. "And what’s the catch? There’s always a catch."

I voiced Xi’s concern, my tone edging on defiance. “A second chance? Sounds too good to be true. What’s the cost?”

The Creator’s eyes seemed to shimmer with a thousand possibilities. “The cost is simple: your choices. The path before you is a gamble—a wager if you will. You have the potential to destroy or possibly change the Prime Realm System… and make it comfortable.”

I felt a ripple of confusion, my mind grappling with the weight of her words. “Destroy the Prime Realm System? What even is that?”

“Existence as you know it,” she answered smoothly, her voice carrying the weight of ages. “The Prime Realm System is a relic, a limitation on the true potential of existence. Destroy it, and you’ll forge a new paradigm—a world without boundaries. It’s a risk, but one worth taking. Your success would mean more than just personal victory.”

Xi’s voice, always the skeptic, sharpened. "So, it’s a bet. My life, my struggles—all part of some divine wager. Why are you so invested?"

“A fair question,” she conceded. “The Prime Realm System is woven into the fabric of the omniverse. Its destruction could lead to a chaotic ending or rebirth. Both are equally possible. But you… you might be the key to a new option. Your role in this is vital.”

“None of that made sense to me. And if I refuse?” I pressed, feeling the weight of the choice before me. “What if I don’t want any part of your cosmic games?”

The Creator’s smile was faint, almost melancholic. “The choice is yours. Even choosing not to act is a choice in itself. How you navigate this opportunity—curse or blessing—is entirely up to you.”

I couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that bubbled up. “Bitch, so, what? I’m supposed to be your silent champion? A pawn in your grand experiment?”

Her response was a soft, knowing smile. “You’re no pawn. I’ve always known you’d become something greater. Even under the harshest conditions, you survived. That’s why you’re here. Why I’m offering you this chance.”

Her hand moved gracefully, conjuring a small piece of coal that rested in her palm. “Like pressure on coal creates a diamond,” she whispered, her fingers closing around the coal. A soft glow escaped between her fingers, and when she opened her hand, the coal had transformed into a flawless diamond. The diamond caught the light, reflecting her kaleidoscopic eyes in its facets before she crushed it into dust, the particles dissolving into the air.

As the remnants of the diamond vanished, she stepped closer, her presence overwhelming. The air around her seemed to vibrate with power as she reached out, placing her hands on my shoulders, her breath warm against my ear. “Let me refine your soul. Let me unlock its true potential.”

Her touch was electric, a surge of power that shot through me, igniting every cell, every fiber of my being. It was as if she was reshaping me, molding my very essence into something new, something greater. A thousand sensations flooded my senses—warmth, cold, tingling energy—each one more intense than the last. For a moment, I felt invincible, as if the limits of my existence were being stripped away, leaving me raw and powerful.

"Shit, this is wild," Wolfie’s voice hummed with excitement, the thrill of newfound power coursing through me. "I want more. Let’s see how far we can push this."

Xi, ever the strategist, tempered the excitement with a note of caution. "We need to stay focused. This power is a tool, but it’s also a test. We have to be smart how we use it."

As The Creator’s hands lifted, the overwhelming sensations subsided, leaving behind a sense of completeness, a wholeness I hadn’t felt in ages. I was ready—ready to face whatever lay ahead, to explore the depths of this new power, and to see just how far we could go.

She stepped back, her eyes scanning me with approval. “So, are you ready to hear my offer?” she asked, her tone calm, but with an undercurrent of anticipation.

I met her gaze, the thrill of excitement mingling with the weight of the decision before me. Xi’s determination burned within me, Wolfie’s lust for life driving me forward. They wanted to live. And now, so did I.

“Aight, my nigga,” I said, a new fire sparking in my voice. I leaned in slightly, locking eyes with her, my curiosity growing sharper. “I'm listening.”

Xi, always the inquisitive one, pushed forward. "Tell me about the place you're sending me," he said, eyes never wavering from hers. She responded with a grin, wider than any before.

Her lips curled into a smile that held both amusement and a hint of something deeper, almost as if she was savoring the moment. Her eyes, a mesmerizing swirl of myriad colors, shimmered like galaxies, pulling me into their depths. Damn, she was making my dick hard again.

"The world of Gaia," she began, her voice flowing like a melodic stream, "is similar to yours but exists in the prime universe of the omniverse where I created the Prime Realm System. It's a realm system that allows for the use of magic through a source called Omnis Mana." As she spoke, she twirled her fingers, and suddenly, golden and ultraviolet sparkles danced in the air. The sparkles merged into a liquid-like pearl of swirling colors, an ethereal puddle that pulsed with life. The scent it emitted was sweet, intoxicating, like candy mixed with a hint of something more primal. It was a scent that made my senses tingle and my body buzz with energy.

"This is Omnis Mana," she explained, her voice taking on an almost reverent tone. "It’s composed of magitons, microscopic particles found everywhere on Gaia. They’re naturally attracted to Soul Cores, racing towards them at light speeds." With a flick of her wrist, the liquid split into two smaller puddles, each flashing through every color on the spectrum but always returning to two opposing hues. One puddle had a gold outline, the other silver.

"Depending on your soul core and body's design, it will absorb and convert magitons into one of the two lesser concentrated sub-manas," she continued, her tone imbued with pride. "The beings on Gaia have mastered the art of harnessing this energy through Skills and Arts." Her words hung in the air as the two sub-manas began to react to her command. They morphed into a spectacle of elemental and alchemical forms—lightning, fire, water—each transition more stunning than the last. The Mana also twisted into glowing runes, swirling vortexes, and abstract shapes that seemed pulled from both ancient lore and comic book fantasies. The air was alive with the symphony of light and color, showcasing a visual testament to Gaia's boundless magic.

"I'm going to experiment with your soul again," she said, her tone shifting to one of curiosity. "I'm going to install two Vessel Skills into your Soul Core—the completed Kami classes of your former Xi & Wolfie." With a wave of her hand, the images vanished. "With your soul's durability, not only will both fit, but you should be able to learn an endless array of skills—and hold potential for much more." She giggled, a sound that sent a shiver of confusion through me.

"Magic? No Th..." I started, but Xi was quicker, taking control and covering my mouth. He bombarded me with fantasies of us surrounded by a harem, and I knew if I said no, there’d be a revolt from within. But I was okay with them taking the lead this time—I wanted to try a new position in this triune anyway. One of us had always been a better leader.

"It’s a fucking isekaaaiiiiii!" Xi exclaimed, barely containing his excitement. "Fuck yeah, we're in. Forget whatever I was finna say."

The Creator leaned in, visibly intrigued by how Xi was taking over. "Fascinating," she mused, her eyes dancing with amusement as she snapped her fingers again.

As suppression magic tried to take hold, I felt its tendrils brush against my core, trying to undermine my strength. But this time, I resisted, standing firm with a newfound clarity and control. The fierce energy of Xi surged within me, pushing back with stubborn pride.

"Stop with that," I retorted, my voice steady despite the frustration bubbling beneath. "It’s not going to work anymore," I continued, defiance cutting through the air. The Creator’s attempts to suppress Xi had failed. I had adapted, learned from that previous hit, and fortified my mental resistance so she couldn’t control me again.

"Don't overthink it," I said as I dusted off my shoulders, flexing a bit. "I'm the persona we truly see ourselves as, so there's no stopping me."

"Very fascinating," she murmured, her voice smooth, though a subtle edge of intrigue laced her words. She circled me, her eyes sparkling with a keen intensity, almost tangible in their depth. Each step was deliberate, her movements fluid, as if she was weaving through an unseen tapestry of possibilities.

"To resist my mental and spiritual domination skills here," she continued with a playful curiosity in her tone. Her smile widened slightly, a flicker of delight at the corners of her lips. "You are going to be quite the anomaly." Her gaze lingered, fingers brushing lightly against the air, hinting at an excitement she carefully masked. It was as if she relished the challenge I presented, her thoughts vivid yet elusive.

"But before I agree to this new life, promise me I can keep my memories and experiences. And the name Xiro." It was hard to hide Xi's excitement. We’d watched so many isekai animes, and the idea of starting over in a new world was always enticing.

"If that is your request, then it sounds like we agree to you being my variable in this wager," she said, her tone layered with subtle gravity. "I will also bestow upon you a special skill—one that will require immense strength to wield." Her eyes glinted with a mix of anticipation and foreboding. "Cultivate considerable power, for should you fall short, you may face a grim fate when that universe fulfills its destiny."

With that ominous pronouncement, she rose gracefully from her bed, almost ethereal in her movements. A faint shimmer of golden light trailed her as she moved, the room growing colder and the shadows deepening. She gave me one last lingering glance, her gaze piercing through time itself, before turning away. The air crackled with the weight of her words, leaving a sense of impending change.

"Why the fuck did you wait till I’m about to go back to say the most important shit?" I muttered, annoyed.

"Perhaps you’ll find a way to alter your fate and Gaia's," she mused, her enigmatic smile lingering. "Or perhaps this will be yet another life where you meet your end." Her words hung in the air like a delicate mist.

With a tender grace, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. The touch was feather-light, resonating with ancient power. As she drew back, her eyes twinkled with subtle amusement. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, rich with a hint of mischief. "This time," she said with a final, cryptic note, "I'll leave it to you to shape your destiny. Make it a paradise or a hell."

With that, she straightened, her form glowing faintly as she began to fade into the ambient light. The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of her words lingering as she departed.

Wolfie (within): "Hopefully it's some bad bitches there."

Jean (thinking): "Always focused on what's important, huh Wolfie?"

"Good luck, Moonlight," The creator said, her smile radiant and filled with a warmth that seemed to infuse the very air around us. Her eyes locked with mine, brimming with a mixture of affection and enigmatic promise. With a decisive snap of her fingers, a shimmering magic circle unfurled beneath me, its intricate patterns glowing with an ethereal blue light.

As the circle's light intensified, the room around me began to dissolve, the once-familiar sanctuary of Eden slipping away like wisps of mist. The Creator's presence, so profound and encompassing, receded into the distance, leaving me enveloped in a sensation of floating through an expansive void. The vibrant hues and celestial beauty of Eden faded into a profound darkness, yet this darkness was not empty; it was alive with potential.

"Did we just get rejected from heaven?" I pondered, a fleeting sting of disappointment mingling with an exhilarating surge of newfound clarity. The emptiness around me was no longer a void but a canvas, waiting for the touch of my will.

"That's cool." Wolfie's voice rang out across my mind with a laid-back confidence. "Those heaven bitches got horse dicks."

"If we can’t stay in heaven, then let’s make our own on Gaia." Xi's thought surged through me, potent and invigorating.

The darkness, once oppressive, now felt like the fertile ground from which a new realm could emerge. With each passing second, the weight of destiny and the thrill of potential surged within me, blending into an electrifying sense of purpose and power.

As the final vestiges of Eden's light disappeared, I felt a profound sense of direction taking shape within the boundless expanse of nothingness. The dark was no longer a mere absence but a realm of infinite possibilities, and with this revelation, I embraced the exhilarating unknown, ready to carve my own path and redefine the very fabric of existence.

Suddenly, out of the inky void, a brilliant white orb materialized before me. Its light was so intensely radiant that, despite not having eyelids as a soul, I could almost feel the luminosity against the very essence of my being. The warmth it radiated was enveloping and soothing, reminiscent of a tender embrace, making me momentarily forget the vast emptiness surrounding us.

The White Light: "I will now ask one question. Please answer it to your understanding and comprehension, as there is no wrong answer. Make sure each one of you answers, please." The orb spoke with a voice so melodious it seemed to resonate through the core of my soul, its tones like a symphony of tranquility and grace.

The White Light: "What brings you peace?"

As the orb’s soothing presence lingered, the responses emerged, each one imbued with personal significance:

"Absolute freedom." Xi's response came forth, imbued with a sense of wistful longing.

"This darkness," Wolfie spoke from my voice, finding solace in the emptiness that now felt like a vast, protective expanse.

"Unlike him, the light of the moon would be perfect here. That's my peace," I replied as Jean, filled with quiet confidence, resonated with my inner illumination that guided us forward.

The light seemed to pause, the silence stretching gently as it absorbed and contemplated our answers. The brilliance of the orb remained steady, a beacon of serene introspection in the boundless nothingness.

Suddenly, their voices began to drift away, their fading echoes becoming softer and more distant. Yet, their presence felt more intertwined with mine than ever before.

"I'm going to miss those fools," I whispered, a touch of nostalgia in my voice. The silence that followed was heavy and profound. I realized with a pang that it was just me now. I was finally whole, and I was truly Xiro in mind and soul.

The once-dazzling white light expanded, now as large as I was. It pulsed rhythmically, its glow shifting and shimmering, transforming from a sphere of brilliance into a shimmering window. I felt a gentle, yet firm grip pulling me towards the light. At first, a flicker of hesitation crossed my mind—should I resist? But as I surrendered to the sensation, the unknown no longer seemed daunting. I chose to embrace the flow, allowing myself to be enveloped by the light's warmth.

A soothing, older female voice reached my ears, filled with gentle encouragement. "That's it, you gotta breathe easy. Now, one final push." Her tone was calming, but after encountering The Creator, I hesitated to make any assumptions about her identity.

A younger female voice followed, tinged with concern. "Are they okay? I don't hear any cries. They normally cry, right?"

As the voices merged into a comforting chorus, I felt a new reality unfold around me, grounding me in a world yet to be discovered.

Once the sensation of motion ceased, I became acutely aware of a new, strange sensation: I could feel my eyelids again. Was I already reborn? My anticipation soared as I willed myself to open them. The world revealed itself in a burst of vibrant clarity. Above me, I saw an upside-down woman with stunning heterochromatic eyes. Her smile was warm and radiant, filling me with an unfamiliar sense of comfort and awe.

Before I could process who she was, a sudden, sharp smack echoed in my pointed ears. Pain surged through me like a tidal wave, a new and intense experience that brought with it a jolt of reality. I cried out, the sound escaping me as the piercing, high-pitched wail of an infant. The sensation was overwhelming, raw, and profoundly real.

The older female voice, now tinged with satisfaction, reached my ears clearly. "There we go. He's crying now," she said, her tone filled with warmth and approval.

I could feel her presence through the gentle grip on my ankles, the newness of it all sending waves of excitement and wonder through me.

"Good, I was worried for a second." The younger female voice, soft and tender, broke the air with a note of gentle surprise. “So, I had a boy, huh?” Her words were accompanied by a relaxed exhalation, a sigh that seemed to cradle me in its warmth.

As I looked up, I saw her face—a vision of serene beauty, with a complexion like velvety peanut butter and a radiant smile that instantly melted any remnants of uncertainty I might have had. In that moment, I realized with a profound sense of clarity that this woman was my new mother, the one who would guide and nurture me in this new world.

The older female voice chimed in, her tone carrying a mix of admiration and assurance. “He will be a fine warrior with those kinds of nerves.” Her words echoed with confidence, weaving through the air like a promise. The warmth and approval from both women wrapped around me, creating a cocoon of comfort and reassurance in my fresh, newly awakened existence.

[End of Chapter]