Ross found himself standing in an endless world—an ocean of pale, cracked earth stretching in every direction. No trees. No animals. Not even wind. Just a dead silent wasteland.
The emptiness alone already confirmed his fear: no person could survive in a place like this.
The conditions were harsh enough to kill anything living.
"Medussa where am I!"
He inquired, with ahint of concern in his voice.
[Doesnt matter if you know or don't]
Ross breathed hard, frustrated.
"I think it heavily matters in this situation!"
[Alright, since you've forced me to say it, your in a person's body]
"What!"
His scream echoed through the empty land. His mouth hung open, wrinkles forming on his forehead as confusion twisted his expression.
"Someone's body?"
[To be precise a region of their soul]
"And you think that makes less weird than it sounds!"
[It isn't, that's why It has to be done]
Medusaa's tone shifted—sharp, commanding. The kind of voice powerful women in movies used when sending soldiers into impossible missions.
[Look up]
Ross obeyed hesitantly, expecting a sky… maybe clouds, maybe the sun. But nothing could've prepared him for what hovered above.
High—far beyond the reach of any mountain—there was no sky.
Instead, the heavens were covered in millions upon millions of floating mirrors. No frames. No definite shapes. Just endless fragments of broken glass stitched into a surreal mosaic, reflecting the dead ground beneath them.
His eyes widened with awe and terror.
[If your seeing glasses then Look even deeper]
He focused harder. His vision sharpened, tunneling deeper into the mirrors until—
CRACK!
His sight broke through one of the reflections like a bullet shattering glass, opening a narrow hole that spread outward.
Behind it, he saw him—
The person whose soul-world he stood in.
A little boy. Five, maybe seven.
Too thin—so thin his bones pressed against his skin like they were trying to escape. No hair on his head, all eaten away by whatever condition he was suffering from. His face wrinkled unnaturally, aged long before its time. A cold towel lay on his forehead, drying by the minute.
Beside him, a woman knelt. His mother. Hands clasped tightly, praying with silent desperation as her son lay on a small mat.
A tear shimmered in Ross's eye. Sympathy hit him hard—reminding him painfully that not everyone lived a life like his.
[He is suffering from cancer, but not the version you know off something much catastrophic]
She started.
[Caused by a spiritual entity called a Genki]
"Genki?"
[Yes,,,,,Divine beings, every Devine entity uses a type of power called Glory, it is the core strength]
[Their too ways you get the power,
The first is gained from training, the second wich is the most effective is when you get humans cheering you on]
"Cheering you on?"
[Praising and worshiping the entity. All religions of all types, when they worship their gods, glory is produced]
[The higher the number worshipers, the higher the amount glory that goes to the entities]
[So what do you think happens when people hate and blame the gods?]
Ross fell silent. The idea was too heavy, too new, too… cosmic.
[Genki's appear,, a form of power with dark personalities bringing suffering to everything it involves with, that's what is causing that kids cancer. It's likely his father or mother was the one who conjured that problem]
"How can we help him?"
[Simple, we kill the genki, we fix the problem, thats why we are here]
Ross stepped forward, courage rising like fire.
Just like the moment he told his father what he wanted to become—standing tall, just like a superhero facing his destiny.
"Alright then show me the genki, so that I can kick his ass!"
[He is not here]
"He is not here!, then what am I here for?"
[They are levels to this, a genki usually creates defence zones, levels of security to protect itself with. Deal with them then you get to the boss fight]
"Sounds the genki took a page from games playbooks.So where is the first zone ?"
[We can't go yet, Your too weak]
Wrinkles formed on his head in annoyance.
"I know that's why we are here right?"
Beep—
A translucent dialog box appeared in front of him, floating in the air.
Strength: 3
Endurance: 8
Speed: 5
[Those are your stats, you mayhave strong skills but if your basics are weak your done for]
Medusaa remembered the fight at the elderly home—the soldiers, Ross pushing himself, his skin burning because his endurance was too low.
"What, what am I aiming at here!"
[When we get out from this place, your lowest Stat should 20]
Her tone left no room for argument.
Surprisingly, Ross felt excitement burn in his chest.
Training. Power. Levels. A mission.
He was ready.
...
Back at the Mutts Residence
Marie sat on her bed while her mother watched TV downstairs. She held the dictionary—the only thing her father had left for her. Every page filled with odd definitions, charity notes, donations he'd made, scribbles only he would understand.
Beside her lay the watch he had given Ross.
But something felt wrong.
Unease tightened her chest.
Her instincts—her greatest weapon—told her she was missing something.
"This is all rubbish, Dad wouldn't just give me this for no reason!"
She muttered, her senses sharp and alert.
"And if that is not enough their is that!"
She remembered the moment Linward told their mother the matter concerned only them.
It felt like something he would say—yet something he'd never have the guts to do.
Her fingers moved quickly, flipping through pages, searching for anything—notes, codes, scribbles—anything that might explain the strange feeling.
Then she hit the last page.
A hole.
Right through the paper.
She froze.
Her mind spun. A prank? A coincidence?
But then—
The hole's shape.
Its size.
Its placement.
Exactly like the face of the watch.
She placed the watch into the hole.
Perfect fit.
As if it had always belonged there.
"I knew it!!"
She cheered, a small smile riddled on her face. Finally she felt like she was unto something.
"Oky then, but what is supposed to..!"
Beep—
The watch vibrated.
All the arrows on its face rotated, pointing in one direction.
"What in the heck!"
She stood up quickly as the arrows adjusted again and again until they locked onto a path down the corridor.
The library.
Ross's favorite place.
Her father's favorite place.
Where the two always spent their time together.
She followed the arrows to the tall bookshelf wall. Nothing unusual… nothing strange. The faint smell of dust and old paper lingered. A breeze brushed her face—fresh, cold.
Someone had been cleaning here.
She waited.
Minutes passed, nothing happened.
"Am wasting my time!"
She turned around—
Guuu!!
The bookshelf trembled.
Then it split open.
The watch had acted as a compass…
To a secret room.