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Isekai: The Eight Soul Fragments

A group of friends were attending a cosplay convention for the sake of entertainment. They were having a tea break discussion as they watch their acquaintances perform on stage. But then, a sudden event of two gigantic magic circles materialized on both the floor, and the ceiling. Without any clue to what was going on, they lost their consciousness and were transported somewhere.

Voisenyer_Asylum · Fantasy
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É̶͍͇͎̌r̴̦͆̕͘r̸͉̈́͜o̶̻̬͋̾r̷̠̰̽̊͗ ̷̗̾̚F̴̡̞͍͆̏r̴̳̂͑͊ă̶͙g̷̬͎̺̀̾͠m̸̻̈́̚ȅ̵̞̋̾n̴̫̬̐t̶͓̓̓̊e̵̠͂̃d̸̻̟͋̆ ̵̨̺͔͊̀̏Ç̸͍̜̆̄h̴̠͎͂̾́á̷̤̭̗p̷̹̦̋̇̀ṫ̸̺̈́ė̷̡͓͍͆r̷͉͇̰̊̑̂

"No matter how daunting your task is, you have to live through its ups and downs. O' Destroyer, remember that I will always remain by your side." Those words was the last thing that is left in my mind. A̵͈̝̩͎̗͔͉͋͝ͅf̶̧̻̺̙͙͇͖̈́̈́ţ̸̘͇͉̙̰̝̟͂͐̂ę̷͖̱̬͍̥̦̮͖̱̦͓̈́̇͋̿̆͌̑͛̕ŗ̷̤̱̥̭͂͋͊̏ ̸̨̫̘͕̪̪͕̫̿̈́͒̃̃͜s̷̥͇̽͗́͑̔͆͘͠e̴̹͎̜̱͒̔͗̎̉̅͊e̸̯͑ī̷̢̜̹͌̓̋̀̈͐̓͌͘̕͠n̵̬̼̂̀͛g̸̡͚̘̠̒͑̎͒̋͊͗̉͘͝ ̶̨̞̩̻͕͇̼̭̠͔̱̋̑̿̀̌͋̊́̚ͅh̶͖̳̭͈̳͇̘̰̰̳͈̜̽͆̽́͘͝ȩ̸̛̖̞̝̣͚̇̈́̄̆͗͊͐͒́̚͝r̵̙̳͕̹̥̰͒͐̄̋͌͛́̐ ̵͉̈́̃̊̓͠d̴̙̫̯̬͉̑͐ỉ̷̪̦͕͓̟̲̯̙̓̇͘ͅě̸̜͇̤͙̭̾͐̎̃̎̅̈́̚ͅ ̴̡͎̝̮̬̤̒̀̑̄̂͘͝͠ḭ̴̹̎̕ͅn̶̡̬̤̪̙̟͙̤̮̟̮͇͂̊͛̓̂̈́̒͆̽̕͝ ̸̢͚̩̘̝͖̰͕̜̩̩̹̾́̉͗̓̎̀̿̿̈́̀̚ă̷̧̙͇̱̲̤̞̭̏̄̾̀͠͝͠͝ ̶̨̝̭͚̺̹͔̦̱̣̎̋̆̒̉g̵͎̞͕͋̀̀́̏̿͊r̸̨̰͕͍̱͔̗̙͓͋̈́ȕ̵̖͈̟̠͎̝̝̬̅̿̾̃̈́̌̆͠ë̸̡̧͎̥́̎̏͆͘ś̶̢̨̠͕̯͍͙̪̤̤͙́̓̀̈́́ơ̸͎̱̼͔̣͇̹͇̾̀̇̂͒̍̋̂̓m̸͍͉̹̓͝e̴̜̼̲̮͙̬̓ ̶̡͍̫̜͕̜͖̥͖̌́́̈́͋̌̚̕f̸͔̗̫̥̻̘̑̋̕a̷̱͗̿́̈́͆̿̅͗͝s̸̘͔͆̔̈́̉́͛͜͝h̵̬̭̻͍͍̋̌̎̓̇̌͋͆͘i̸̯͙͐͋̈́̐̈́̓̂̓͛̊͝ọ̶̠̤̥͖̜̩̘͕̪̓̒̆͋͂ņ̶̡̮̫͈̦̯̙̦͍͖́̋̊̇̐͌,̵̼̘͚̱͔͖̝͌̑̌̋̇͑͜͠ ̸̨̘̯̝͍͔̝̝̣̃̉̎w̴̻̒̀̅̉͊̅̐ȉ̸̧͖̹̙̹̳͆̈́̈́́̽̿̈̈̌̓̎t̴͈̯̠̘͈̭̟̠̜̬̒͝h̸̡̩̺̱̓̆̇͝ ̶͍͉͎̜̳̹͎̞͕͈̊̊͊̾͗̍̉̾̈́̈́̕ț̸̙̯̠͇́̌̾̑̈́͘͠h̵̡̨̠͚͉̪͈͎͒͜͝ḝ̴̧̤͍̳̙̪͈̩̝̳͓̓̄̃̒̓͗̓̄͝ ̵̤͙͖̥̜͕̤̫͉̬͔̹̒͛b̸̠͈̞̾̇͛͆́̈̚͜͝͝͝a̶̢̖͉̲͓̮̤͇̫̭͐s̸̨͎̻͙̺̲̣͇̟̻̖̒́̄̅̿́̀͝t̶͖͎̲̖͈̹̓͗a̴̡̠̗̬̻̟̎̎͑̅̂̐̑̊̀̋͘r̶̢̟̱͓̔̔͋̽̽͂̉d̶̤̬̗̘̺̈́̌̒̆̀̈́̿̿̐͝ ̸̧̧͔̯͌̄̄̓͋̚w̸̨̛̦͖͓̟̩͙̣̹̱̲̬͑̀̍̋̉̉͐ḩ̷̗̞̳͈̯͎̖̙̪̮̄̀̉͌͋̈́͝ó̴̫̝̼͈͔̻ ̴̘̲͚̻̖̖̙͉͇͌͗̄̐͛̔d̴͍̹̦͎̦͈͖̪̐̓͒͗̽̾̒̓̉͝i̶̧̩͓̳͚͕̣̔̄̑̌̌̾̍̕d̷̙̩̳̙͖͕͆͗̔͂͜ͅ ̸̢̧͚̟̝͈̗̰̹͍̯̔͐́̐̏̓̀̀̃̾̉̿w̴̠̰̘̤̲̟̮͈̪͒̓͒̓̐̒̆͘h̸̦̯̙̻͈͉͇̳̠̜̃̾̀͂̌͆́̅͂̚͜á̵̧̗̻̫͔̪̖͍̗͖̿̾t̸̨̛̬̘̥͎̭̋̓͑̉́̈́̍͜͝͝ȅ̷̛̖͓̘͖̣̪̤̮͕͓̦̈͑͆̏̌v̴͈̩͚̱͚͎̎͆̈́̈́̏͘͠͝͠e̴̡̡̻̝̰͍͍̠̪̿̑͛͆̽͐͂̍̕ͅr̵̡̠̘͈̪̲̬̜̠̐̔ ̴̦̣͚̟̹̆̎̂̑͛̍̇͐͝h̷̝̘̫̪͍͎̹̣̹͗̄̓͆͛͜͠ȅ̸͈͔̫̗̳̮͍͎̥̈̒͝ ̶̛̘̖͕̪̋̿̉̇̿̈́́̕͠w̴͚̲̺̅͂̄̍̈̈͗̈́̈́ỉ̵̢͕̭̞̤͈͍̦̙͕̞̈́̏̐̋̾͠͠s̸̬̥̯̱͈̠͎̿̂̔̏̄̽̋̊̂͠h̵͕͍̫͉͍͍͙͇̼̍͑͌̿̀̽̌̕ë̴͎̩̙̳͇͔́͒̊̈̃͒͂͑̑͝d̸͉̒̌͌̋̑̚͝͝ ̴̙̎̓̂͐ǫ̵̞̭̲̱͍͔͕̫̒͒̓̏̈́͝n̵͇̣͛ ̶̖̲̗͕͊̈h̶̗̺͛́͋̐ͅe̴̢̹̫̺͙͓̊͋͘͘ṛ̷̱̑͠,̶̗̲̠͉̘̗͉̗̗̰͇̣̈́ ̵͚̬͖̯̬̳̱̲̟͐̓̊̏̒̅͗͂ͅa̷̢͚̱̣͇͓̥͚̦̬͆͂̒͠ñ̶̡͖̜̻̱̲̓̋̀̓̈́͘͘͝ͅd̴̨͓̪̲͕̰͘ ̸͉̗̞͕͕̮̻̳͈̪̿͒̑̏͌̓̈́̿͋̅̈̕ẗ̸̝̮̳̩̺̬́̍̒̔͑̋͠h̶̜̞̺̼̼̮̝̯̉̏̈́̆͠ͅë̵̞̫̤̙̃ ̴̣̭͈̾̇̎̆̉͜͠͝Ģ̷̟̖͙͕̤̬̤͇̰̍̾̔̈́̃͋̀̐̏͘o̷̜̮͚̼̭͙͇͎͉̱̽̈́͂̎̌̓̈́̋̌͘̚ḑ̶̯͙̰̳̪̀̌͊̆͠ ̵̢̡̫̹͙̤̖͙̣̆̀̔̿͒̓̎͛̐t̴͚͌̇̌͛̀͊h̶͈̣͈̹͙̓̀ā̸̛͔̺̳̥̝̹͙͇͕̲͓̈͂̈́͛͆͂t̸͓̥̙̤͓̻̀̐̌̎̀̈͘͜͝ ̶̹̗̲̃̈́̍͒̋͒̊̀̐̚̕͝b̴̨̙̪̹̟̭̥͍̖̝̩͛̋̄̐̌̅̔͠ą̶͕̥̟̪͋̑̔͗̔͊̒͒̾ï̸̢̛̫̖͇̙̹͚̺͖̺̾̍̿̋͛͠t̶̲̓́ȩ̸͈͚͖̫̓̚͜d̶̯̿͌͗ ̵̟͚̅m̸̛͓̆͒͊̋̈͆̚̕e̶̛͚̯̪̥͚͇͍̓̈́ͅ ̸̖̤͙͉̫̇̾͛̃̽̊̿͑̏̈̔̆t̵͔͋̃ọ̶̧̬̻̠̘̱̳͖͇̥̀͑̓̕ ̶̠͈̦̟̼͚̠̺͔̿͗̇̓̀̉̓̇̒͑͝p̷̻̀̈́́̽̇́̈̈̑é̸̺͔̺̺͇̝̋̃̅̄̒͛̈̒́̅͜r̸̨̛̥̣̭͈͎̯̻̆̃̓͝͝͝f̶̛̹̝͚̳̈̐̅̍͐͜o̴̧̫͈̤̯̰̝̜̪̮̐̌̇̌͛͑̈̊͊͘͘̚r̷̠͕͉̲̻̝̔̆ͅͅm̵̢̼͇̫̝͙̙̙̭͎̌̽̀̾́̒̒̉̚͠ ̴͇͇̮͈̓̏͌̕ả̸̲̲̬͙̩͓̦̟̫͒ ̴͎̞̒̀̓̅̕t̸̪̺͖̯͔̯̋̀͒̔̈́́̌́͊͘͝a̴̧̻͖̪̭̖̳̰̽̃̌̾̌͗̓̇̒̉̕͝ṣ̴̪͓̻͎̹͉̫̙̟̌̈́́͛̂͐͌̄̆̀̚͝k̷̦͗͐̈̈́̈͋́̿̕ͅ ̴̧̨͕̼̋̓̀̇̈́̍̎͜͠͝ẗ̸̥͖̤͍͖̞͍̌o̴̝̻͔̗̥͇͎͐͌͂͑̒̅́̍̎ ̸̘͖͐̕d̴̩̖̘̟̯̺͙̤͎͂̾̂̋̓̊͝͝ẽ̶͍͕̱̳͙̪́̊̃s̵̭̋̕t̶̜̰̭̰͇͈͓̮̔̊͛͊̈́͋̂̈́̈́̕͜͝ȓ̵͍͔̩̝͈̝̠̰͚̪̾̓̈́̉́͝o̶̥̤̳̽̓́̓̓̔̈́̀͘̕͠͠y̸̨̛̠̖͊̔̅͂̎̃͒̈̐̂̉ ̷̨̟̬̜͎͇̤̥͖͕͊͋̂̀̂̉̃a̶͓̩̠̜̦͛͛̋̈͑̔̄n̸͇̞̣̲̭̮̽͗͂ ̵̧̟̈́̍̏̅͆̔̂i̴̥͉̰̅̓́́̍͋͑̀n̷̡̢̬̥͎͈̫̳͓̞̓̍̄͊͒̇̂̆̍̅n̶̗̖͎͙̯̠̻̋͜ǒ̴̯̱̪̼̰͓͙͉͈̜͚̣ç̸̰͖̥̘̙͎̠̟͗͑̎̊̓̊̒̈́̇͘͘e̴̡̫̻͚̪̬͖̿̋̉͛͊̂̄̌̉n̵̡̢͓̖̈́͐̕ṫ̴̜̄͐̕ ̴̠͓̻͔̿̾̇̿͊̀̔͠ẃ̶̧̧̰̭͕̯͚̦͔̽̾̈́͊̈́͋̆̒͊ö̴̥̘̟́͌̆̈́͠͠ř̵̖͉̠͖͋͌͊̃̃l̷͙̭̺͑͂̿̇̉́̅̈͒ḏ̸̨͓̼̭̝̞͙̒͑͂̏̒̈́́̓̽̕̚ ̴̧̧͔͈̺͔̪̤̰̘̝͌̈͐͜j̶̹͋͊̄͗́ư̴̻̠̬̻̟̮͉̌́͊̒̈́̌̽̍̚͜͜͝ͅs̴͇͖̝͖̘͙͉̖̀̓̃̌̉͗͆̓̔̓̃͘t̷̨̡̛̪̹̱͎̮͕͔̬͑́̈́̚ ̴̖͐́f̵͍̘̟̟͎̫͎̦̼̯̳̯͂̇ö̴̞̭͚̾̓͝r̸̡̘͍̺̪̪̙͓̐͌̇̏̏̑̆͜ ̴̤̼͎̖͋̾́̇͘h̵̺̮̤̊͑͛̓̈́̏͋̕͠i̴̡̨̛̛͕͎̯͇͚̼̻̘̝̜̿̑̌͠m̶̱̬̲͎̥̖͙̃̔ ̷̧̦͙̯̭͌̍̂̕̚ţ̴͔̻͎̙̽̄̔͌̀̉̀́̈́ö̴̧͚̲̩̭̀̀̊ ̶̧͉̼̖̜̥̝͇̻͈̎͋̈́̈̓̅͐͆̏͜͠t̴͙̠̳̞̮̀͗̈́̀͑̅͗͛͆̇̚á̵͚͔͗̔͊̏̔́̚͘̚͝r̴̦͖̠̲̮͔͒͑̌̚ģ̸̢̫̣̱͖̬̃e̶̢̠̹͖̪̗̦̽̽̔̎̍̏̀͛̓̕͝t̸̡͖͚̻̯̱̞̱̃̌͆̾̒͌̃͜͜͝ ̶̪̜̫̪̦͂̀͒̓̅̎͊̿̍ḧ̶̢͍̩̳͕͇̬̦͔̞́̄͋̑̆̕͝ę̶̨̡̯̮̥̺̦̹̙͐͂͐͂̋ͅr̷͇̦͚̃̓͂̽͗̅̇̽̾̆̚ ̶͙̻̍l̴̡͙̼̰͙̻̥̺͌̒̄͋̚͜͜i̸̡̡̱͉̝̲̖̫͓̪̪̲̽͝f̷̛̺̎̇̆͂͂͊̚̚͝e̶̩̚.̵̝͖̟̝̹̫̯̦̳̗̾͜ ̷̛̛̜̫̼̙͓̗̌̓̊̓́̃̍͂̌͐Ṫ̴̜̬̲̬̟̣̜̱̭͆̇͊́͋̈́͐̓̉̍͜͠ͅh̵̨̩͉͎̟̙̣̠̅̓̏͌́̑̋̋̏͝e̵͈͔̠̤̺̠̎̾́͋ý̸͎̭̖͈͔͇̅̕ ̵̧̻͎͓̣̬̯͕͓̭̥͍͋w̶̧͉͉̘̯͔̠̲̗̺̱̄̆̇̄î̷̛̜̭̥̘̯̣̯̟̀̇̂l̷̹͓̺̞̖̋̿l̴̜̮͙͓̪̙͓͕̪͎̋̔̾̾̃͜ ̴̤̝̤̭͙̖̟͖̝͓̞̃͐͘͘á̷̡̨̪̺̞͍͖͕̪̀̀͜l̴̮̑͑̅͠͝ļ̵̛̗̗̞̙͉̽̀̐̉̊̓́͘ ̶̡̰͓̹͐̚d̵̨̛̳̖̟̟͍̅͊̓̿̈͑͌̈́̂̆͋ͅi̴̞̝͎͐̄ȩ̶͎̺͓͎̯̥̊.̶̙͎̟̫̜̠̇͐͂͂̆͐̕͜

Ṙ̸̪̳͗̋͠ë̷̛͇͖͔̳͔͈̹́̒̑̽̽͊̿̉́̈ȉ̴̢̤͎͕͉̭̖͈̘͋͑t̷̻͚̗͕̺̯̞̪͇͉̣̖͋͌̓o̵̢͔͕̮̪͊̍̆͘ ̸̨̦̗̲͙̪̒͌̓̑̉͐̒̈̈́͗́͘Ḩ̴́̒̊͋̍͋̎͛̍͛̚͠͝ờ̸̰͓̫̟̥̞̪͕̞͔̹͉͔̠̋͑͛̀̑s̴̨̠̦̤̰̺̹̹̟̻͖̪̥̔̍̄̾̍̕͘͝h̵̭̤̰͊́̒̍̐̑̆͘͝i̵̢̨̻͓̮̗̼̐͌̋̂̏̌̀͑̿́́̾̉ͅǹ̸̡̼̣̪͇͎ō̵̡̡̧͇͎̘̠͚͚͇̆̒̓͌͝ͅ, was what I named myself after coming to this world. It was merely something I visited after the [Creator] hosting a fragment of our complete form asked me to keep an eye on this place. Since I know of his identity of an exact same presence, I abided to his words and decided to live in the world.

At first, I was worried on what I was supposed to do, specially with my power being made to destroy worlds, I felt bored as I continuously walked on the path.

What exactly do I do to live as a mortal?