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I speak clearly, trying to keep my voice level despite my pounding heart.
"I want to be reborn into the Uchiha clan, during the Warring States era. My eye powers: Kakuritsugan and Saigengan. And I want to avoid the blindness drawback."
The boy finally says with same bored look. "The powers are... interesting. You've thought this out well," he says. "But no can do on avoiding blindness. Not unless you reach the EMS. That's just how the universe works."
I sigh, expected it. No problem. "Then I would like a Sage Body instead. I'll take the burden of the eyes if I have the stamina to carry them."
He grins.
For a moment, silence.
Then—a flick of his finger.
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A burst of light erupts from his fingertip, more soundless than deafening. It strikes me like lightning and yet feels like warm water. I feel my soul stretch—pulling away from the void, unraveling and weaving into something new.
I don't get to say goodbye. Not that I have anyone to say goodbye to.
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Liam's POV
Everything felt cold. Not the kind of cold that comes from wind or ice, but the kind that sinks deep into your bones—the kind that feels like silence itself, as if the very air around you has been sucked dry of sound and life. It was a cold that left a bitter taste on your tongue and a pressure in your chest.
I blinked my eyes open, slowly, disoriented, as light seared into my vision. I squinted, trying to adjust, and found myself staring at a vast, starless sky that stretched on endlessly. There was no horizon—no ground beneath my feet. Just a void, a vast nothingness. A place between places. And yet, somehow, I was standing as if there was something solid beneath me. My clothes stirred as though they remembered what wind used to feel like, though there was none. The air, or whatever this place was, was stagnant. Dead.
I was alone. Or so I thought.
There was a strange feeling that gnawed at my senses, an instinct that told me I wasn't the only one here. I whirled around, heart racing, to find... a kid. A boy, maybe eleven years old, standing there, watching me with a curious expression on his face. I blinked, confused.
"Yo! Kid, what you doing in a place like this?" I called out, my voice echoing into the void.
The boy didn't flinch and went to play a prank. He simply shrugged, as if it was no big deal. "Hmm… Let's see. I was playing in my backyard when suddenly, I was here."
I laughed loudly at that, but it died in my throat as a thought struck me. My mind raced back to the last moments I could remember—an accident, the bus, the crash. I had been knocked unconscious. What had happened to everyone else? Were they okay? And... what about Asher? My twin? Was he alright?
As I was lost in those thoughts, the kid's voice broke through. "Okay, the act's over," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "I'm the ruler of one of the higher realms—the Dead Realm. You died, and I brought you here."
I stared at him in disbelief. A god? No... that couldn't be right. But the way he spoke—so casually, so confidently—it made my heart race with hope that he can maybe bring back my brother.
"You... you're a god?" I asked before I could stop myself. "I want to see my brother. Is he alright?"
The boy looked at me, his gaze oddly distant. "Your brother has already passed," he said with a shrug, as if it was of no consequence. "His soul left for the reincarnation wheel. There is no bringing him back."
I froze. My breath caught in my chest. Asher… Gone? My twin brother, the one who had always been by my side—he was dead? It was as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath me. My entire world tilted, and I felt a wave of rage and despair crash over me.
I turned on the boy, anger rising within me. "How can you be so calm? How can you say it like it's nothing?" I shouted, my voice cracking. "You can't just take him from me! You can't…"
The boy didn't react to my outburst. He simply stood there, unmoving, watching me with those piercing, otherworldly eyes. Slowly, the anger drained from me, replaced by a hollow emptiness. I sank to my knees, defeated.
Time passed, or maybe it didn't. I couldn't tell. But eventually, a thought surfaced, pushing through the fog of my grief.
"Does this mean… my brother is out there somewhere if his soul left for the reincarnation wheel?" I asked, my voice small, barely a whisper.
The boy's expression softened, almost imperceptibly. "Yes," he said, and the weight of those words was enough to make my heart leap.
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