The Hallway of Memories

Darkness surrounded Aaron as his vision blurred. It was like he was drunk. He tried to stand up, but the second he got his balance, he lost it again, falling to the ground, his fave smashing against what felt like concrete. He tried again, but the same outcome met him.

{̶͈̞̜̈́̋̍G̸̫̓e̷͖̣͠t̷̯̺̂̽ ̵̡̄͠ṷ̵̍p̶̱̫̹̊͌.̵͈͈̋̓͂}̶̦̭̺͛

Aaron tried to figure out what the voice was saying, as it was corrupted. 'I've heard this voice before, although I don't know where.' Aaron thought to himself, losing all of the control in his body. It was like he was a car on autopilot. A drunken driver using autopilot. His body got up, swaying in the non-existent wind.

{̶̞͔̣͝Y̴̨͓̻̏̊́o̶̫̰̊͋u̵̠͉̓ ̵̛͍̜̥͒̇k̷͖̽̀n̵͕̯͒ò̵͉̉ẇ̶̏̔͜ ̶̨̆̉̌w̷̭͝h̴̙͚̪̓͑e̴̘̲̒̈̕r̶̯̥̱̎͘ë̸͖͔́̈́͠ ̸̱͉̑t̶̳̘̳͒̇ò̵̺̙͌̎ ̴͕̗̓̍g̸͔̜̱̈́̍o̵̡̤͎̊.̵̭̎͝͝}̶͎͠

Aaron's body stumbled through a seemingly-neverending hallway of memories, seeing blurry versions of everything. His seventh birthday. His first knife. Him losing his life in his home. However, the further he went, things got slightly cleared. Aaron watched as stuff like meeting Crystet for the first time, the death of Crystet's planet and his return in the next world.

{̸̘͕̉͝K̵͈̩͆͊͒e̸̗̘̅̒ẻ̴͍̼͎̀͐p̴̦̉͝ ̵̛͔̜̻́g̶̱̐̂̽o̵̻͈̾̎͝î̶̭̱̦̃͝ṋ̷̳͓͗̐g̶̫̻͒̉.̷̟̫̰́}̶̢͆̋̅

Aaron kept moving forward, trying to piece together what was going on, his automatic movements more sluggish than ever, even though his vision was clearing. His body swayed from side to side, slowly making progress forward. He couldn't figure out what was happening, so he kept moving forward, trying to control his body. He saw his battle against Sciat's friend and his arrival on this planet. As his sight got clearer, he began to remember things that he had slightly forgotten. His first meeting with Clair and, in turn, Free. The possession of Seph and the creation of None's sentient self.

However, the further along he went, a white noise played in his ears, like it was trying to discourage him from pressing on, but Aaron kept on walking, ignoring it to the best of his ability. He watched as the most recent memories became visible, like his second encounter with Ronin and the emergence of the Monstrosity. However, the last memory he could see was Soul standing behind him, his bloodied hand shoved through Aaron's chest.

{̴̺̀͌T̵̢̠͌h̵̦̃ï̷͓͖s̶͍͐ ̵̝̳͆͐͝ḭ̶̊̌̒s̵̱͆͑ ̷͉̣͒ý̶̱̤̞͘o̶̪͇̙̍͑͗ǘ̶͉͋r̷͖͍̜͆͆ ̸̣̼̝͗́ḟ̴̝̀i̸̠͒̆̕n̶̙̠͕̅̒a̵̼̩͋̓ͅl̵͖͆̍͜ ̷̞͒́͘ͅm̷͙͈̀e̴̡̱̅͒̒m̵̩̤̲̅͛͘o̶̲͝r̸̫̕y̵̬̞̓͗,̸͎̥͉͂ ̶̛̟Ả̴̰̜̃͠ͅą̶͓̃̐͗ṟ̴͍͒̃ͅó̴̡̳̫̋ǹ̵͎̪̄ ̴̠̝̇S̷̯̺͠t̶̝̾̔o̵̳̼͝n̷͖̄̀e̴̛̖.̴͚̌̀ ̴̠̍̓ͅY̵̨̒̾ǒ̸̧̻̭u̵͉͍̮̽̋̏ ̵̧̟̆l̷̡̠̜͆è̸̮t̸̟͒̔͘ ̴̞̏̾ͅy̵͚̓̎̾ͅͅö̶̳́ụ̵̺̝͒̑͒r̸̘̺̈̚̚ ̷̼̔̕g̴͎̞̥̎͝ừ̷͈͊à̷͕̓͂r̴̨̙̰͊̾d̶̩͚͒ ̸̜̀̄̈ď̷̢̠o̸̧͉̺̒̄̌w̷̥̹͚̑ǹ̵̄ͅ,̴͉̊͒ ̸̛̻͒a̶̢̙̘͌n̶̨͓͈̐d̶̯̏ ̷̨̀ḧ̸̜̙͑̕e̴̠͕̼̔͠ ̵̱̼̙̃̍͝t̷̀̃ͅȏ̸̖ͅͅǒ̶̡̹k̸̠͙͋̕ ̴̘̘̮̅ā̵̦̝̎͝d̶̩̖̫͗v̴̗̋̀̚a̷̜̽͝n̷̰̍͌̔t̴̫͓̪͗̈̾ą̵̭̬̅̐g̷͖͗͂e̶͓̖̒͝ ̵͙̈́͜o̸̖͉͛̊̊f̶͈̓̍ ̸͖͗̈t̶̂͑͜h̷̨̡̥͂a̷̻͌t̷̯̕.̴͍͎͊}̷̛̻̺̿̊

Aaron heard the voice say something, although he could only faintly make out what it was. He couldn't understand what it was saying, but he realised the emotion and meaning that it was trying to convey. It was trying to make him feel melancholic anger at the fate that he had met. "What do you want me to do about it, voice? I may have cheated death before, but with how you're presenting it, it seems like I've died permanently." Aaron responded, sighing. He couldn't think of any way out of this. Aaron may have lived after death in the past, but that was out in the physical world. In the land of his mind, he had left himself vulnerable.

{̶͈̘̌Y̴̻͋o̴̩̍̀͠ȕ̴̧̲ ̴̗̱́́̃ç̴̄̚ä̷̮ṇ̶͓͔̂̅͘'̷̡͙͊͌͠t̶̪̙̐ ̶̹̆͑d̸͙͉̪̉ȯ̴͚̻̩ ̵̧͍̰̈́̈́͝m̴͕͚̓͌̅ǘ̸̝c̶͕̬͆̽ȟ̷̹͖̂.̸̘́ ̵̞̐E̵̤̞̅͘x̷̡̮̄c̵̻̼̗͐͝e̴̱̻͚̎p̷͝ͅt̵̢̆́͆,̶̼̃͝ ̸̀̔̀͜ỏ̴̠͙̻f̵̲̓̂́ ̷̬͇̀̍̀c̵͎̩̋̕o̶̪̣͊͊ṷ̷̧͉͂̏ṟ̷̗̭̓̌̚s̵̰̭͐͂e̶̥͋,̶͇̝̺̂͆ ̶̹͑̇c̶̰̆̏͌o̸̖̼̊̓ṃ̷͂͠e̵̢̫̗̒̈́̈́ ̷̻̤͇̄̋̊b̷̙̓̑a̶̡̭͂̓͊c̸͕̻̪͛̽̎ḱ̸̭͇̿ ̵͕̻̈́t̶͇̹̏̚͜o̷͔̩͒͂ ̵̻͙̾̄l̴̝̹͊i̵̱͜͠f̷͉̺́͝e̷̳͓̊.̵̼̓̐͑}̷̹͔̝͛̀͝

"Well, how do you expect me to do this? After all, I've used the same trick on others. Telekinetic Psychobreak was my one-hit kill attack. It causes mind death. If they couldn't come back from that, what makes you think I have a shot at it?" Aaron asked the glitchy voice that echoed around the place. He could barely understand it, but he had to concentrate as much as he could.

{̵̳͎̓̾Ý̷͚͉̻̑̈́̔o̸̞̩͇̼͊̋͋́u̸̡͚͈͆͆̏͠'̵͕̆r̶̪̦͕͐̆͒e̷̼̯͑̏͛͠ ̷͙͍̼͛́B̷̢̬̭͎̈́̉͂ò̶̧̼͚̄̐ǔ̵̡̜͚̌n̵̮̍̄d̴̬͠l̷͓̦͋͌͆ḙ̷̚s̸̘̙̏̾̅͒s̷̺̦̰͌͘͝.̵̖̲̗͊͜ ̵̼̱͉̇Y̶̫̤͒̉͘ͅö̷̤͚́̇͠ú̷̝͙͙͚ ̴̢̍͒̈́k̴̢͓̏n̸̖͌̈́͆o̴͇̅w̸̡̅͊ ̶̞̃b̴̼̣͌e̴̡̛͙̜̦͋̎̀t̵͔̝̺͑t̴͙̬͂̃ͅe̵̚ͅr̷̩͐ ̶̤̣͉̓̅t̴͉̆͐͘̚h̴͔̋͝ḁ̵̧̠̘͐͒ň̸̦̲͇̠ ̷̛̩̱͌͜ả̸̠̲͈͒͛n̷̨͉̈́̍̊̕ỳ̷̪̈ȏ̶̩̻̼̽͋n̸̬͎͂̎̾e̷͖̮̱͛͊ ̵͙̙͓͆̔͜t̵͕͍͗̄̈h̸̔ͅa̴̮̞̚͝ͅț̸̝́̚ ̵̢͖̠̝̂́t̵̨̺̯́h̸̻͋̇͗e̷͔̞̐ ̸̝̗͔͚̇͂̂̈́s̸̙͋̂̕t̴̗̙̀̾͆ͅu̴̦̾̽̚f̶̲̳̻̋f̷͇̝̱̏͝ ̸̟͇̎y̸̡͓̘̽̿̈́o̸͚͗͌̊ṳ̶̽̀̂̆'̷̞͓̲̙́͘r̶͔͖̊͝e̷̼͓̙̟͆̾͝ ̸̥͇̬̒͝c̴̰̗̖̬͒̄ǎ̸͔͕̞͇́̐̈́p̴͙̰͂ä̴̩̞͇͜b̸̟̯̀l̷͌̅͝ͅe̵̠̼̔ ̴̜̻̞͂̐̓͝o̶̹̳̟̊f̴̢̤͚̼̊ ̴̦̠̞̓̍ͅc̸͉͊͛̒̄͜a̷̹̅̀͠ṉ̵̜̈̋͆͝ ̸̼̄̓̔f̷̳̪̳̃̓a̵̢͂̑r̸̹̼̅̉ ̷̧̊̕s̶̡̛͕̯ȕ̸̪̭̥͇̓̄r̷̘̓̓͘ͅp̷̡̏͝ả̵̲͓̔̅͂s̵̻̣̈́̀͐ͅŝ̸͙̮̓͠ ̷͔͓̟̅̒͐̚ṯ̸̅̅̋͂͜ͅḩ̶͖̬̽ą̵̯̏̕t̵̖̰͑ ̶̢̣̬̈́̓̃͆ó̵̳̳͛f̵̪̞͖͑̈́ ̸͚̙̝͊͑ǎ̸̧̨̦̾͝ͅn̷̛̄̄͝ͅy̴̥̩̻͛ ̴̟̲̤͚̍̔o̵̪͎͑͜ͅt̷͚̣̋ḣ̷̼͔́e̵̠̭͇̫̿͐r̵͇̟̾̐̋ ̵͙̰̈b̸̧͉̭͉̊e̴̢̢̘͗̔̾i̸̡͙͌͋͗ņ̴̰̟̂g̶̡̛̉.̶̢͈̔̿}̶̦̲̳͂͝

Aaron took in a deep breath, falling straight to the ground. His balance had progressively gotten worse as time went on, and it was finally time for him to collapse. Aaron grabbed at the floor with his hands. The same area that he had been walking was nowhere to be felt.

{̴̭̉Ṕ̸͕̫̻̂ĺ̷͓ù̷̞͛̈̋s̶̨̛͍̺̮̐͘,̵͇̘̀ ̶͓̿Ȋ̷̧͈͎̮͋̋ ̵̙̖͂̓̈́͜r̴̨̖̠͆̈̐͜é̵̖̩̪͉c̴͚͖̃͋ã̵̹̝̣͑͛͠ḽ̵͖̲̔̒͊͝l̸͈̈ ̷͚̟̘̽͋́͜y̵̡̞̐͂ơ̵͓͇̈́̅ư̶̺͉̇̀ ̵͙͎́͂p̴̞̔̅̀r̷̭̠̤̜̄͑̒o̸̥̔m̴͕̞̙̈́͛͠ỉ̶̝̪̺͐̓́s̵̢͙̓̃î̸̥̤̚ṅ̴̪͚̏ğ̵̘̅́͝ ̷̦̯̪͛͜C̷̲̅͗̕r̷̞̯̙̩̈́̐̂y̵̦͓̣͉͋ś̴͇t̷̳͋̋͊̿e̶̪̝͑t̸̜̘͑͝ ̸͖͕͙̐͑t̷̤͖̰̃͌h̴̜͉̽͜ą̵̠̤̝̓̿͑̕t̸̢̮͚̘́̒̇ ̷̢͇̩̩̂̍̽̂i̴̢̻̻̥͌̕f̸̧̧̦̝͑ ̶̙̦̘̍̂̀͗y̸̹̌̍͊͝ͅǫ̸̖̟͆u̴̫̥̙̙͌̔͘ ̷̨̥̫͗̎̈́w̶̪̺͎̍e̵̠̝̜͓͠r̶͎̰̙̾̀è̶̺ ̵̡̘̫̲̊ġ̵̼͕̤̘o̸̺̦͗î̸̦̗̯̐̀̓ń̶̥͈̦g̴͉̰͐͗̅̕ ̷̖̊̋ṭ̸́̚͠ơ̴̜̓̅̕ ̴̨̮̞̟̔̃̌d̶͇̋̌ȋ̵͈̂̃ë̶̹̣̪͕,̸̙̮̐͋̾́ ̴̠͈͆y̶̛͖̹̼̺̿̈́̚o̵̹͚͝ṵ̷̰̳̮̍͗̓͝'̸̟͛̈́̉̕d̵̛̤͒̔̆ͅ ̷̘̹̺͈́͆͊ḏ̵̰̤̇̃̎͂į̷̔͗̔͝e̷̗̓̀͛̈́ ̵̨̡̣̈́͆̎̃t̶̤̾̆o̷̢̫͉̙͋̀g̵̘͉̜̅è̵͔̭̝͗̄͜t̸̜̓́́̒h̶̫̳̉è̷̠̹̞̗̾́͠r̵̛͚͎͕̅̇͆.̸͕̫͂̃͗͑ ̶̛̖̜̖̈̏̂Ḁ̸͚͆́̎̇r̶̹̊͌͝ẽ̵͇̗͖͓ ̶̙̭̻̾y̶̬͉͕͆͝ǫ̵̘̀̓ū̸̙̥̙̏ ̶͔̈̉̑g̷̭̫̈́̅ǫ̶͖̟͌͗̃ĭ̶͙̺̆n̸͇͒̄g̷͇͎̱̓͘ ̴̬̑̓b̸̻͔̱͍͘̚͘a̶̦͓͛̕͠c̵̥̽k̶̈̂̾̈́͜ͅ ̴̛̖̘̦͂ő̵̜͝n̶͍͖̈́ ̷̯̼̜́̌y̸̡͉̟̹̅͋ò̷͕̭̥̻u̷̻͍͍͐̈́̋ͅr̷͇͉̉̈́ ̶̳̟͓̻̇p̸̢̡͊r̷̘͉̫̻̓o̵̘͎͋̈́͘͜m̴̛̯̄̀í̶̧̝͝ș̸̭̳̈͘e̷͇̬̊̏̔̒ͅ,̷̜̺̻̱̍̉̅ ̵͈͕̳͌͌ͅÀ̶͚̩̜͈̒a̷̹͑͂̚ŗ̶̳̰̖̊͐ǭ̸̧̧͕̐̏n̴͔̣͔̽̓́ͅ?̴̫̰̘͓̅̆̎}̵̡̛̌

Aaron's hand grasped at nothing yet could pull himself forwards. He went against his natural instinct, grabbing at objects that weren't there. Aaron pulled himself forward towards the memory. He needed to try and reverse the past if it was even possible. Aaron wanted to fix what had messed up. His hand reached the memory, but when he tried to grab it, the memory faded through his fingers as if it was dust.

{̷̩̈Ÿ̸͚̬́o̷͚̼̲̳͐̂̎ū̶̮̯͘ ̸̨̟̤̓̈́̈o̷͓͖̽̄̚n̴̳̭̓̓̕͜ͅl̵̢̧̘̗̓̈́y̷̠̫͍̾ ̷͓͈̏̅̎h̸͎͕͂ȧ̵͙̞̈́v̷̠̰͂͜e̸̫͘ ̴̦̄̕ȏ̵̤͝n̴̟͈̙̦̑̋̚ę̷͕̾̉͛̚ ̷̟͙̫̠̀̈͠ǒ̵̰̭̹͒ͅp̷̨̩̎ţ̸̛̮̖̙̑i̸͚̯̞̒̿̇o̴̥̘̙̔̑̕n̶̖̈̔̉ ̴̫̙̟̩̈́̓n̸̟̳͊̂̅ͅͅǫ̶̡̫̋̍͝w̶̫͍̑,̶̡͒͆͛́ ̸̥͛A̴̢͙̰̱̋a̵͕̮̭̤͋́́r̷͙͊̾̾̕o̷̧͖̍̏͒͜n̴̮̙̠̋̇.̷̧̗̻͛́̾̌ ̶̫̎̚W̶̖̯̬̳̍̈̓͠e̵͖̠̐l̶̨͙͊͐l̵͉̬̒̈́,̵̼͍̟͋̑ ̶̈́̕ͅţ̸͙̋̑̕͝ẁ̵͇̗͆͋̕ơ̶̛͈̎,̶͖̞̝̈́̈͑ ̵͖̪͔̀͗b̴̛͎̹͔̓́́û̷̯͚͒̎͝t̶̘̲͈̋̓͐͠ ̴͖̳̘̯͠y̶͍͕͓̽̈́̚õ̶̧̾͝ȕ̴̟̞̣̖̾ ̷̞̺͖̆w̴̛̯̯̄̈́̚o̵̬̘̭͛̈̾̿n̸̗͛'̴̧̤̽̕t̶̪͐ ̸̹͙̄̔l̶͓̭̫̭̅̉͊̉ì̵̧͎k̴̭̎́̉̕͜ė̵͖̀̆̚ ̴̬̣̦̔̅ͅớ̸̳͓̫̟͋n̷͇̬͋̊͌e̴̫̕ ̴̭̪̩̚̚o̵̢̭̞͗̈́̉̕ͅf̶̱̲̦̏͛̋̃͜ ̷͎̖̇̎t̵͙̉h̷̺̻̾ẽ̶̼̹m̸̠͕̦̈́̋͜.̵͚͎̾̾̌͒}̷̲̪̞͔̇̊

"Well, what do you think I should do then? After all, if you want to remind me that I made a promise, you had better give me a way to come back." Aaron responded, standing up, using all of his available strength. It felt like gravity was multiplying as he continued, the claws of death trying to pull him away.

{̵̡̀͐͛͐Ȳ̸̼̟̻̫́̇ơ̷̲̺̜̜̒͝͝ủ̷͓̭̌̒͝'̵̢̳͑̈́̀͘r̸͇͓̭̰̓e̸͈̫̲͊͌͒͘ ̶̪͎̱̪͐̈́͆͒a̷͚̝̐̚ ̷̯͈͐̍m̵̪̓̈́a̸͎̩̭͕͐̈́͝g̵̝̈́̂ń̷̩̩̠̗̊͂î̸̦͌͝f̶̧̤̱͖͋̓̏i̷̳̞̔̑̀͒ć̶̛̤̤̳̯̾ē̶͓̩̝̘̄͒ņ̴̢̱̚͜ṫ̶̯̌ ̴̜̘͖̄s̷̖̓̾͘͝ů̴͔͠b̶͍̆͆͘j̸̻͛͒e̸̜̫̝͂͘c̸̜̲̙̟͌͋̑t̶͈̒͆̈́,̴̧̗̟̓̆ ̸͈̺̏Ǎ̵̜͉̱̩͝͝â̴̳̳̓͜r̶͓̍̊̈́ó̵̤̺̖̃n̷̖͚̊̃̚͝.̶͚̫̳̔̈́̚͝ ̴̠̫͓͔̇̓͋I̸̠̔t̴̡̝̠̂̅ ̴̢̮̝̍̓̈́t̷̻͋̃̆͝ä̶̧̙͕̋̈ǩ̷̥̹̘̏̈́̆ȩ̶̡̗̉̉͛s̷̝̈͜ ̶̢͓̒͒p̴̳̖̠͋̿̊̎ẽ̷̢͚̘̣̈̓o̷̧̦̐̅̄p̴̮͕͉̰̒́̔͒ĺ̷͎͈̃ë̵̩͉͖́̅͛̀ͅ ̶̼̩͇̑y̵̨̞̠͊̀̀ȇ̶̘̺̬̩̕͘ả̵͕̭̈̇͠ŕ̶̞͙̥̓͝s̵̢͈̲͌͂̈ͅ,̸̨̪͎̳̒̂ ̷͖̿ē̸͈̙̰͋͊v̶̜͕̈́ě̷̱̦̯͇̍̒n̸̩̕ ̶̥̀̀d̷̙͔̤̑̆̐͒e̷͈̞̥̱̐͘͘c̵͇̜̠̃a̴͍͈̦͒d̸̳̣̻͌e̸͔̮̋̋s̶͖͐̍́ ̵̟̯̝̔̃͝ṫ̸̜͔͊͘o̵̢̩͂̓́ͅ ̵͎̗̟́́͐̊ă̶̡̺̄s̶̟̀͐c̷̜̬͌̓̽ȩ̴̹̏͌n̵̙̻̾̀͌͜d̶̻̖̙̃̃ ̶͖̝̘̜̀̒͂ȅ̴͔͌v̵̲͑̈́̈̌e̸̮̝̫̫̋̅͘ñ̶̨̨͍̀͂ͅ ̶͇̓̿o̶̻͙̔͆͆̊n̷̙͉̻̳̄e̶̢͈̯͍͐ ̶͖̯̊̓̚̕p̷̤̻̋̑̒̎e̵̝̱͘r̴͙̲̈́͂̔ͅc̷͙̝͚̟̉e̶̢̝̖̦͛̎͋̑n̷͙̯̱̿͆͂͌t̵̢͖̘̮͑̄͂͠ ̸̳̫̣̎̃̓i̵̻͙̬̓̅͠n̵̡̨͇̐̊ ̷̡̳̓̒͗͝ṫ̶͚͎̾̀͘ḣ̵̗͎͍̐̂̿ẹ̷̈́͘ ̸͎̰͖̯̒̕B̵͍̼͚͙̓̄͝ŏ̴͎͚͈̗̎͂͘u̶̘̰̣̐̀̌n̸͉̱͔̈́̎͘d̴̪̃̽͝ľ̷̼͓̭͜e̷̙͕̰̍̐͝s̵͔̦̻̊̂s̶͎̝̱̋̀̇͂ ̵͓̌͊͝S̵͓͗y̵͇̥͙̫͑s̷̛͙͌t̶͚̝͓͐̈́͝ͅe̵͚̯̫͐̂̒̕m̸̧̫̹̫̍͛̉͑,̶̙͈̟̬̽ ̸̛̯̠̪̫́̚ỷ̴̙̰͍̃̈͗ė̵̞̫̅t̸̹̔̌͝ ̴̯͋͑͛͐ͅy̴̛̤̼͊͂̄o̴̪͇̻͒̓ͅǔ̸̳̮̭̺̊̕ ̸͙͍̠̺̕w̷͉̽̅͜e̵͇̘̜̅́r̵̬͉͉̀͐͛̕e̶͈͑͌͘ ̸̡̓̍̒̎ạ̶̠͌͂͒b̶̧͇͌͊͋l̵͔̹̮̤̄̎̒ḛ̵̰̅̂ ̴̲͗ṯ̶̬͕͐͆̏̂o̵̤͍̹̳͊̔ ̶̪̲̟͌́̽̔ǵ̴̢̛̗̩̾͠ë̸̜͓́͘t̶͎̝͂̅͝ ̵̧̉̍͑t̴̳̹̻͎̓̃͆͐o̵̞̲̱̓͝ ̶̼̹̓ͅt̵̢̘̖̎̾͝͠w̶̛͖̞͆̌͗͜e̴̫̰̹̞̍̓͐̈n̶̺͂̈́͒̚t̷̺͚̝͖̀̀̒̚y̴̰̓ ̵͔̑i̸̤̭͖̒͐̇͘n̴̫͔̐̐ ̶̟̥̒l̴̨̹͠͝e̷̖͆̓̿s̷̲̹̑s̴̤̩͍̀̏̓͗ ̷̱̐̏͑͊ţ̷͒̽͐ḧ̵̪̪͂ã̸̦̯͑̿̿n̷̨̜̖̑͐ ̶̡̗̬̝͋a̷̟͠ ̶̗̭̠̞̆͆̂͛y̸̭͛͆̂͝e̸͎̗͋ȃ̷͇̈̕͝r̸̪̻̳͉̈́̏.̵̡̹͕̒͂̚͜ ̷̡̯̦̾̈́͝T̶͍́̓̃͠ȟ̵̫̞̤͜a̶̪͒̌͝t̴̢͙̏̾̎̿'̸̩̼̰̾̀̈́̈́ͅs̶͙̪̦͉̓̓ ̸̻̅̃̇t̵͓͉̳̘͗͗h̴̗̿̎̈́ẻ̴͚͆̄͠ ̷̘͋õ̵͉̝̿́͗n̵̢̙̦̉́l̴͔̈͐̐y̶̳̯͕̯̎ ̴͙͇̥̂̀ȓ̵̯͎̜̫ȇ̵̼̻̟̣͊a̴̞̲̭͓̍s̷͓͉̄̔ǫ̶͍̘̾͗̎͠ǹ̸̼̼ ̶̹̮͆̀̋ỳ̸̢͚͍̅͛͂ó̸̞͐͐̋ͅù̸̢̹͉̼'̸̡͕͘ŕ̶̜̗̟̩ë̶̤̹͕̼̒̐ ̷̩̆g̶͔̪̊̆e̴͈̩̹͛́ţ̷̜̯͗̏t̶̬͙̫̲͊̅į̷͇̀̈n̸̨̨̽͂g̴̻̹̎͒͛ ̵̯̲̣̮̂̎t̷̢͇̗̤͘h̵̯̆͜ě̸̯̓ͅs̸̝̈́̔̕e̷̘̦̩̿ ̵̝̖͙͔̈͌̈c̵̡̞̗̀͑͘h̵̢̧̞̣͐̈́͝ő̶̥̋̐i̴͕̠̙̦̊͗̊̀c̴̫͝e̷̠͙͗̑́ş̸͇͘.̵͎̓́}̶̢͈̹͉̚

{̵̣̰̟͎̾̉Ỷ̶̘̭ò̸̧̲͓̯̌̾ṷ̸̦̯̺̝̈́͂̕͝ ̸̣̉͒̓ċ̵̲̫̝ͅà̷̰̇̅͠ṉ̸̛͓̜̀̃ ̸͖̫̜̘̾ȩ̷̼̊͜î̴̤̮t̸̡͉̝͑̌̄͑ḫ̷̡̧̰̐̿̊ę̵̏̂̀̚r̴̮̈́̀̀ ̶̼̞͍̠̋̊͆͘ṣ̴͇̋̂̀̇é̴͍̪̬́͘ŕ̷̩̐̽̊̆v̷̰͛̓̊͂ě̶̼̬̗͎̃ ̵̰̩̗̉̀͋ứ̷̼̬̗̙́̓ń̸̫͍́͐ḋ̸̩͒e̶͎͊̎̎r̸̡̻̟̓̈́̽ ̴̹͕̀̿̉͒m̴͍̏͗͌̍e̴͔͉̼̖͌͂̀́ ̷̡̘̈ằ̵̙̭s̷̹̓̈́͘͠ ̷̭̘̦͆ȃ̸̜͍̘͛̋͘ ̶̠́̚͘̕c̷̢͇̓̒o̸̯̰͙̩͑͌̓n̴̮̪̞͛̅̏ṱ̸̡̠͠r̴͚͎͆ã̷͈̫͕͇͑͘ĉ̷̨̳̥̂̊̈́̓t̸̻̖͖̟̽̂̈ę̸̪͌̋́͜ḑ̷̻̈́̎ ̷̡͓̻̣͆̔à̵̹̺͉͑͘s̸̞̽̾͊s̷̓̑ͅa̸̡̩̗͗s̶̩̥̯͇͗s̶͇̿ḯ̷̛͚͓̏͒̋n̵̹̆̚̚͝,̴̻͕̥̬̔̃́́ ̴̟̝̥̈́͝ọ̶̦̜̮̬̒r̵̗̳̄̅͐͊ ̴̜͋̂͗p̴͖̥̲͈͋á̷̰̼̟̪̚r̴̢̩̦̜͊t̶̳̰̃ì̸̪̻̩c̷̫̀̏͐͝ì̶̗̼̻̝͂̿p̵̲̼̖͌͗̔̌ą̵̝̘̎ͅẗ̴͓̈́ẹ̶͑͝ ̶̦͇̫͎͒í̷̛͕̌n̴͕͌ ̵̡͕̮͈͒͂͝å̸̛͍̪̯̎̎͑ ̴̫̰̠̄̾͒͐B̷͖̖̾̌ǭ̷̨̢̢̳͒̿͛u̶̹͙͗̔͝n̴̢͉͗̉͑d̸̦̰̯̻̽͆̐l̷̨̓́͘ě̷̱͐͛͒̑͜s̵̛͇͚̟̜͒͂ś̵̤̱̿̈́ ̴̨̮̻͌̈̚M̶̭̋̃ậ̵͇̟̺̏t̵͓̞͔̓c̶͕̼͉̲͆̌͆ḩ̵̞̈́ ̷̝̒̅̉̂͜w̸̨̩̦̽̊̽͑ͅh̷̞̩̲̀ë̸̢̖͋ȓ̵̛̙̓͛e̸͇͗̆ ̶͙̿ỹ̵͔́ǫ̸̼̦͉̾̅ǘ̷͇̥̈́̕r̴̳̝̬̠͒̽ ̶̫͖͒̕m̶͍͖̎i̵̬̤͒n̸̛̈ͅd̵̨̤͔̣̿-̷͙͕̠͋ļ̶̱̔i̷̧͖͉̦̍̿̿f̷̢̬̱̰͐̌è̶͚͜ ̵̩͚̳̩̾i̵̖͈̰̭͠s̸͕͈̗͂ ̶͇͌͛̑a̷̗̳͌̈̂t̶͎͔̓̿̊̆ ̸̧͓͛̚ṡ̵͕͍̰͘ť̸̜̤̘̊͠á̸̯͔͇͈̌̊͠ḵ̸̘͎̇͑̂ę̵̗̔͋͘.̷̥̯͖̯̑͂̃̃}̴͉͋

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"Neither of those options sound pleasant to me. I like my freedom, and without it, I wouldn't have my own free will. You know what? Give me the deathmatch. I either succeed and keep my promise or die a man that people tell legends about." Aaron responded, his eyes flaring with what little power he had. "However, if I die, I need you to do something. If I die, I want you to tell everyone that I was the Boundless Person recognised by AuthRecSys. I want to be known as the man who garnered the attention of someone who was far beyond the gods." Aaron told the voice, very firm on his conditions.

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"Thank you," Aaron responded, looking up into the sky. His skin melted away, his bones turning to dust. His ethereal body shot up into the air inside his memories. He reached Takamagahara once again after being away from it for what felt like years. His mind was sent towards the Boundless Arena, where the other gods awaited him one more. They all looked on as spectators to this incredible duel as Aaron went on a battle for his life.

Aaron stared up at a scoreboard that descended from the sky as a picture of his skeleton face appeared on it.

⌈Recognised by AuthRecSys⌋

⌈Fasted Recorded Boundless Increase⌋

⌊Aaron Stone⌉

⌊Boundless Percentage: 20%⌉

However, what he saw next...

It scared him.

⌈Recognised by The Gods⌋

⌈Destroyer Of Worlds⌋

⌈Defeater of Boundless System Users⌋

⌈Shadow's Apprentice⌋

⌊Yvelta Nightlore⌉

⌊Boundless Percentage: 80%⌉

The image that appeared under the name struck Aaron with fear. He knew he was in for a rough time once he saw it.

It was a child, and Aaron could tell that it wasn't going to be an easy fight to win. After all, whenever a child enters the arena...

You know that something is about to go down, and it never ends well for the person fighting against the child.